Short Foils Poems
Short Foils Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Foils by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Foils by length and keyword.
cotton hills rise up
to clasp the colorful sky ---
melt into failure
freezing soon again
flickers into silver foils ---
fluorescent earth
27 December 2022
Categories:
foils, snow,
Form:
Haiku
Watch what happens
As you sit still
And time lengthens
To flex your will
And thoughts feel slow
On drowsy face
As a blur glow
Foils words that pace.
Leon Enriquez
18 June 2014
Singapore
Categories:
foils, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Foils and perils
Horrifying and terrible
Well documented after the fact
Misunderstood totally at the time
Fouls and perils
Shoved to the back of your mind
To be brought out and made fun
During family gatherings
Categories:
foils, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
I look upon this weary ground
as my bare foot touches the holy soil
why is this? We no longer bound
we love ourselves… and we became foils
some fight for money, some fight for glory
but I will always fight for memento mori
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6th place in the contest, A Nature Verse by John Freeman
Categories:
foils, dedication, nostalgia,
Form:
Verse
"Whatcha gonna do with that 6-pack, man?"
You could share it can by can.
I’d be happy if you ran
one past me as we tan,
stylin’ in the latest Ray-Ban.
You asked a question, and my thoughts began
about what's beneath your tan.
My eyes 'neath these Ray-Bans scan
other eyes. It foils my plan.
Wanna climb into my van?
Categories:
foils, beach, drink, friendship, relationship, summer,
Form:
Other
Once a cute little bedraggled stray
who wore a tuxedo colored gray
charmed his way into our home to stay.
Regal, royal ruler of the floor
howling, yowling, mewling, “Feed me more!”
Escape artist foils guard at the door.
Now the dish is gone, the house is still,
no pattering paws, no purring trill.
Bones laid to rest on top of a hill.
Categories:
foils, animal, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
"Whatcha gonna do with that 6-pack, man?"
You could share it can by can.
I’d be happy if you ran
one past me as we tan,
stylin’ in the latest Ray-Ban.
You asked a question, and my thoughts began
about what's beneath your tan.
My eyes 'neath these Ray-Bans scan
other eyes. It foils my plan.
Wanna climb into my van?
Categories:
foils, beach, sun,
Form:
Other
The stubby brown pencil
Will it make some marks?
On the white blank sheet spread
Where thoughts can be stored
To ponder over backwards
Amid avalanches of motives
Often habitually sliding
In moods of darker futility.
Finding solace in crumpled sheets
In foils of curtain hung around
The window that helps to preview
Some dimensions beyond the
Stagnant waters of the constants.
Categories:
foils, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
Ah yes…..the R U L E S
those everpresent
everchanging R U L E S
those evertightening
straightjackets
of F O O L S
as folly’s foils
these lovers
oh so C R U E L
must meet at dawn
in wordless D U E L
ten paces
no deviations
it’s an ancient F OR M
entrenched
insanity as N O R M
one shot
two F O O L S
discussion settled
oh….. those R U L E S
John G. Lawless
©7/14/2019
Categories:
foils, poetry, poets, words, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Cream clever cites
Blunder blames bite
Speak succinct sounds
Prime profound pound
Drill deeper dance
Charm crafty chance
Live laughing laze
Meet mindless maze
Drill distant doom
Glance grouchy gloom
Pay plenty praise
Rich rapture raise
Niche nimble near
Fun foils fear
Be blessing bright
Seek soaring sights
Leon Enriquez
06 November 2016
Singapore
Categories:
foils, change,
Form:
Alliteration
Glittering unhindered in the sky
Is the star’s glow at places high,
Lighting seas’ abysmal turmoils:
Nature’s eye that darkness foils.
But this glow’s sometimes short-lived:
Evil gods by such excessive shine miffed
May with clouds obfuscate the star
And its heavenly luminescence mar.
Yet whether in resplendent glow
Or by jealous clouds overcast,
A star will remain a star you know;
Beaming still or marred by dust.
Categories:
foils, dream, success,
Form:
Rhyme
By Mark Raymond Miller © 1/04/2018
Brace into frail wisp sleep
To own fear's blind belief
Undertow foils sunrise break
Through misty green storms
Born of censor fatal shade
Smother sands coil space
Hidden present ready fogs
Distant past regression
Under sun drenched sky appears
Matters born unspoken
Covered infants alloy thrown
Under trapped ice overture
Sounds solvent stricture screams
From children lost at sea
Categories:
foils, anxiety,
Form:
Blank verse
A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.
Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.
Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.
Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo.
Categories:
foils, love
Form:
Sonnet
My Wonderful Wife
Here — the one who bears the fruit of my loins.
Here — the cheerleader of my flawed bravado.
Here — the bearer of the yoke of my incessant brokenness.
Here — the moon that shines, irrespective of the season.
Here — the one true bridge between life and death.
Here — the one who foils the foul that confounds my soul.
Here — the woman who accepted the task of furthering my fate.
Cheers to you, my wonderful wife —
You are my anchor,
My light,
My forever.
Categories:
foils, africa, anniversary, appreciation, care, love, marriage, woman,
Form:
Free verse
My coat streaked in shades of brown
My home borrowed in the ground
Cheeks full with summers plunder
Winter is coming will there be enough I wonder
Nuts and seed are enough to please
For these I gather with expertise
Shucking and shelling to reveal my foils
Carefully tucking them away so not a one spoils
They say I'm a mammal small in size
I say please don't chastise
For that little debility
I make for with speed and agility
For I am Chipmunk
Not some little punk
Categories:
foils, animals
Form:
Rhyme
Yes I recall so many things:
The crash and fall of broken swings,
Such bitter gall that pain did bring,
Both big and small unhappy flings.
Yes I can feel the groans of pain:
A wounded will of broken grains,
Such shattered spills as loss marked plain,
Yet glimpsed goodwill in loss and gain.
Yes memory collects odd spoils:
A poignant tree where senses oil,
Seize harmony as passion foils,
Live what may be love’s human soil.
Leon Enriquez
20 December 2017
Singapore
Categories:
foils, change,
Form:
Quatrain