Short Furnishing Poems

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


Premium Member GLASS CAGE minimalistic sketch

reflective intervals
  ambient in tone
& atmosphere

sustained
 solo simplicity
in
floating repetition

 expressive
dissonance
of symmetrics
in
blurred suspense

 delicate progressive
serenity
furnishing
ethreal
  resonations


satie on m.youtube.com/watch?v=FS6o3qFimsc gynopedia
Form: Ekphrasis


Today : To A Day

Though the time,
Not possessing
Me and mine.
To think myself
Through a shelf!
Among myself.

Yesterday,
Got a passing pass
Furnishing me
In a thinking,
To think about,
For better tomorrow!

As of now,
In a search trip,
Of myself.
Searching for,
The stolen
And a tomorrow!

Today went along,
Sacrificing itself!
For sometime,
For another,
And the one
Won’t ever come!

Solace

The bright tint,
Of the beaming sun,
Recklessly, hapazardly,
Settling, scattering itself,
Through the bounty of nature,
The thick deep dark woods,
Furnishing the brutes,
The Brookes,
With eternal Sunbeam,
And solace;
The minute lithics and mighty beasts,
Laying in the Haven,
In sheer consolation,
Fearless,
Unconscious,
Heedless,
To even fathom life's unforseen perpetual occurances

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Vase

When just a child so young
I saw it in your home
The very beautiful vase
That sat on a shelf alone

A vase of glass cut so fine
It held a single rose divine
Admiring it from afar
At home we only had a jar

Our furnishing were simple
In our home there was no plan
It was not designed by a master
We did the best that we could demand

How could I ever imagine
A vase just so refine
You would put in my trousseau
So I could have a rose divine
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