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Short Finespun Poems

Short Finespun Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Finespun by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Finespun by length and keyword.


A Lifetime of Joy
When you and I were one, A lifetime of joy cached, Us dancing neath the sun With passion unabashed, Fond filaments finespun, Golden memories stashed.
1st February 2023 For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 60"...

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Categories: finespun, memory, passion,
Form: Rhyme



Ethereal
ETHEREAL

‘Ethereal’ must have been invented
To describe my lady’s beauty
Hair, finespun with hint of curl;
Eyes, deepest hazel, smouldering.
Regal bearing, head held high,
Elegance epitomized.
And today I’m feeling fancy-free.
Last night I’m sure she smiled at me....

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Categories: finespun, beauty,
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member Dreamy Mood of a Muse
Dress my dreams agleam your soft sterling tiffany

    on chiffon cream moonbeams fly your mused rapture.

      In glimmers so shimmers swooned stream’s epiphany

of silky words cashmere.. dream’s cocoon.. you capture.


Susan Ashley
October 3, 2020


N/A
Stanza from: With Finespun Fingers; November 24, 2017
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 8 
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden...

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Categories: finespun, dream, imagery, inspiration, muse, romantic, sensual, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Shadows
Shadows

rain shadows flow like silk scarves across the tapestry of silver dawn

rain shadows on leaves
 thin silhouette signatures ~
  day takes a shower

Grey shadows cloud the daybreak sky
 Dusting the dawn with pensive sighs
In plaintive coos doves call the sun
 To chase the gloom as day’s finespun


6/9/23
Contest: A Monoku, Haiku and Four Lines of Rhyme
Sponsor:  Tania Kitchin...

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Categories: finespun, day, rain,
Form: Other
A Poet's Dozen Spiders
Spinning finespun threads
   Deftly weaving silken webs.
   Spider catches fly.
   As tremors ripple from a beating wing.
   He kills with venom in his sting.
   Then spins pure silk to bind his prey.
   These shrouds of death, stored in his nest. 
   A perfect maze, where victims do abide.
   He lurks in shadows, fears the light.
   Then spins his web again at eventide.
   Ensnaring moths in winged flight.
   Those nocturnal insects of the night.

   11/ 6/ 2015....

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Categories: finespun, death,
Form: Verse




Book: Shattered Sighs