Short Floodlights Poems
Short Floodlights Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Floodlights by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Floodlights by length and keyword.
It was the thing I could not see,
Which till late I never knew--
For the truth resided distantly
And beyond my frail view.
But ah, the truth, both near and far,
I was ill-prepared to see--
That this refuge from a sinning star
Was never long to be.
How familiar are the worlds away,
As the floodlights softly fade--
The home where I will lastly stay...
The reason I was made!
Categories:
floodlights, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
There are watershed moments
at some point in life when,
in the floodlights of reason,
the most hideous ogres
in blood-curdling nightmares
turn out to be
just tiny, frightened mice;
when, in the glare of sober logic,
the worst terror,
the most horrible demons
are shown as mere shadows
of matters that are,
after all,
of no real consequence!
Categories:
floodlights, imagination, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The floodlights are burning;
On Adam and Eve's glorious playground,
what the hell is happening ?
Is it another great evil war
a flood of bloodbath that's coming ?
or will it be the judgment day,
before the God, the fools of power are bringing ?
Pray hard;
O' meek, O' earth's peaceful human being !
We don't need no end, we need to keep on living.
War seems to be, the one tragic fate
on humans never ending.
(04.13.2022)
Categories:
floodlights, humanity, war,
Form:
Free verse
You were so beautiful yesterday,
When the air smelled of wildfires,
When a nostalgic fog painted the city with sepia
When I got a flat tire.
You were so beautiful yesterday,
When a cold morning wrapped us in its chilly blanket,
When our silhouettes glided through the parking lot floodlights,
With our fingers entwined in an amorous fight,
And a rare car would bid us farewell with its sleepy headlights.
You were so beautiful…
Yesterday.
Categories:
floodlights, beautiful, feelings, i miss you, nostalgia, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Nocturne
Leagues of dreamy space
Lie behind the sparse stage of consciousness.
That is where
I'm headed now.
Turned my back upon the floodlights
Stepped behind the curtain
Where my Pegasus awaits
To gallop to the stars.
I hang upon the fringe;
The fringe that I can open/close.
I hear the symphony of spheres
That play a tune made from measures of silence.
No, I'm not afraid of darkness.
The darkness is my coat.
No, I'm not afraid to lose myself;
Myself is everywhere.
Categories:
floodlights, good night, sleep,
Form:
Free verse