Short Fluxes Poems
Short Fluxes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fluxes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fluxes by length and keyword.
The peeping birds
agape up my psyche
towards the dateless
flattery cascade that fluxes
from the celestial
mountains into the
serene emerald ocean
and gives a concise meaning
to the life of a woodland man
who is lost in the fire
of the furious selfish world .
Categories:
fluxes, adventure, betrayal, color,
Form:
Free verse
When people know you,
They know what to expect,
making allowances for actions
that are inept,
Looking out for their familiar
persona along the way,
The stability and predictability
makes their day,
Fluxes and changes will never rock
their world,
because the people they know have remained
the same,
Regardless of wind, storm or hurricanes.......
Categories:
fluxes, introspection, people, philosophy, social, people, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Ways of Taiwan….
Open and upright are oracle minds.
Wisdoms are fluxes and thoughts are coils.
Valid truths are drive as forces.
Taiwan needs a exact ways.
Fighht the china commie and get their righrs.
Laws are ready and some are crucial.
Have what you wish as list to list.
If worse come to happen then some had to fight.
China bosses redemptions comes as beyond ways so ever.
Categories:
fluxes, dark,
Form:
ABC
Good-bye…
Simply a word?
What essence is encased
Within this single utterance?
The alchemy of optimism?
The enigma of uncertainty?
Good-bye…
A blend of hope and the unseen?
Fracturing moments of farewell?
Aromatic vows dissipating
In the fluxes of fate?
The chiaroscuro of existence?
Good-bye…
A poet's silent elegy
Where love, loss, and longing
Converge and dissolve?
A kaleidoscope of emotions, promises
Distilled into a single breath?
Good-bye…
Categories:
fluxes, emotions, farewell, hope, longing, loss, philosophy, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
The new moon
is of a chilled northern night.
It is unseen as it fluxes the sea.
On the Midnight edge
of this sea there rests a graveyard,
whose ethereal voice
is hushed by the sterling glitter
of the Winter sky. The graveyard's
solitude is a wish that slips away.
The tombs have missel tints,
host the souls of dark storm clouds
that block the deep heavens,
who knife the tumultuous
oceans with searing streaks of light;
who hold the Moon until it is full.
Categories:
fluxes, allusion, angst, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Free verse