Short Folklores Poems
Short Folklores Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Folklores by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Folklores by length and keyword.
mastered beyond
the industrial findings
of mi inner self
catered to above
the mistic beliefs
of folklores dainty crafts
and yet i'm alone here
atlast voss comes into view
written by Mrs.Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
I shall write while I rest
amid the faint hues channeled
by a functioning heart bottled
to perfection during the tranquil
lessons a masterpiece unfolds
the infamous characters bonded
beyond the galleries of distant carny
and Gothic folklores tampered above
a shattered notion of writers block
Downfall of Lucifer from heaven having sinned
Against God or is it the planet Venus at dawn,
Yesteryear’s mythology or today’s scientific fact?
Story of man is made up of myths and folklores
Tainted with superstitious shenanigans and mumbo jumbo
Attributing natural phenomenal events to acts of gods
Racing against the coming onslaught of Kaliyuga.
Oscans, Ligures and the Apuli as known
Ancient Greek, Samnitics, Sicanis and Celt
Indigenous tribes, one people with love grown
Capodanno Fiorentino o'er lands dwelt
Wine appellation of Sangiovese as shown
Wreaths and lanterns over folklores shine not welt
Carrara marbles as buttress of stronghold
With arts and culture, graced with norms of the bold
Proud nation paraded in patriotic attire
Saffron, white, and green frills
Swung and danced in rhythm
Warriors showed gallant touch in discipline
And marched folklores displayed diversity
Dancer’s cadences added colors to the day
And tricolor-ed flags floated in heart
Singing anthem on lips
Offered flowers to the rested souls
Nation’s thickest roar
Rose beyond clouds
So, when do photographs become memories?
When the bulb flashes or when ink fades to sepia?
Time is accused of causing the most painful of injuries,
so, when do photographs become memories?
Nostalgic talk turns forgotten pasts into melodies,
folklores and magics transform us into a long-lost year.
So, when do photographs become memories?
When the bulb flashes or when ink fades to sepia?