Short Gestate Poems
Short Gestate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gestate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gestate by length and keyword.
Categories:
gestate, anger, raven,
Form:
Rhyme
Borborgymus, Borborgymi,
Eructate so delightfully!
I ruminate, throat tickles late,
And choking, I gesticulate.
I just ate but I don’t gestate.
Who throws the voice? Seems I’m the dummy.
Ventriloquist and talking tummy.
Borborgymi, Borborgymus
A lovely word, why all the fuss?
H/T to Milt’s Mysterious Rumbling Noises
Categories:
gestate, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
transfixed
by silence
quietness
surrounds
encompasses
thoughts
on
hold
waiting
patiently
in
a
vacuum
tedium
at
bay
ideas
gestate
germinate
slowly
synthesise
into
verse
Categories:
gestate, imagination
Form:
Verse
What makes a woman a mother?
Is it only because they can gestate?
Or is it the will to nurture,
A being that they did create,
Making a new being,
Is not that difficult,
All animals have done it for millennia.
So why do many humans,
Chose to be only to be a participant?
If taking responsibility,
For a new gift to the world,
Gives a phenomenal asset to the human collective,
Is that the ultimate reward?
Categories:
gestate, how i feel,
Form:
Light Verse
I rest in the memory
of things that I’ve loved
where time is not finite
below or above
These pockets of joy
hold the key to my fate
as the dreams of my father
in slumber gestate
To live past tomorrow
diving deep in the past
with time still a virgin
the moment to last
And rise resurrected
each day with the sun
knowing fortune awaits me
—when sleep again comes
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2021)
Categories:
gestate, dream, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
COPLA SUELTA: The One and the Same Dream
If you must dream the dream I dream
Then the dream comes true when you wake
But who dreams first
Yet if you wake before the dream
Has had time to gestate and make
The dream will burst
Is there only one dream out there
The kind we watch ponder record
And hang up high
Then if you never dream or dare
To think what lies beyond the word
The dream will die.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
gestate, dream, life, dream, dream,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
yearning
to
release
the inner self
being
bold
never
to hesitate
as ideas
gestate
not letting
the moment pass
drawing
back the veil
to let
imagination
set sail
the exploration
starts
those poeima
gifts
free
from above
free to deploy
each earthly day
sent to enjoy
I
capture
the rapture
Categories:
gestate, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
when the brain is bold
the pen is pregnant;
and nine months stretch
out over an inch
under the title still
like expectant father
waiting for a kick
and you’ll feel a flurry
but knowing this can be a trick,
those uterine lines
need nutrition,
don’t tear at that gut feeling:
let them gestate for
monday evenings
exceptional in convention
when your lady spills her drink
all over the bathroom floor,
and now your water’s breaking, too
all down your cheeks
and onto your
baby.
Categories:
gestate, on work and working, on writing and
Form:
Free verse