Short Gladsome Poems
Short Gladsome Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gladsome by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gladsome by length and keyword.
Gershon's got gifts galore,
genius goldenager, greatly gladsome,
gives grand grammar guidance,
granting grandeur of gem verses,
glows galaxies, glitters gardens,
golly, gosh, word goldsmith glorious!
A gladsome tree, you
Or far less amused
Lowering these, your limbs to
Snatch that in them held?
I can't tell. Except
With no wind to blame
Mushiest, as for it kept
A head, one apple
Of a size none can grapple
Has on it just ' felled'.
Peaceful is the dusk
When snow is softly falling
And ruby sun's just faded
Snowy hills beckon
to eager ones, sledding soon
in the gladsome days of youth!
Written on 1/8/2023
For: Winter Sedoka Poetry
Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
There are darksome days
Those storms we all must ride
But the greatest storm of all
Is the monster tucked inside.
It brings out the worst in you
When sullen days would creep
Its like a raging storm reposing
In a gladsome heart so deep.
Only in moments to come alive
When emotions tough are grind
But its hard to tame the fires
Of a proud and monstrous mind.
Such union tastes now like ambrosia sweet,
this oneness we share while our lives remain.
Now my love, speak anew for time is fleet,
repeat your promise, gladsome oath's refrain.
Ah Specter, deign not evil toward this twain,
but keep away Grim Reaper, shade of night.
Fortuna, may it be that we obtain
from basket, thy fruit ever lasting right:
thus hoping we remain esteemed in thy good sight.
Next
by PoetPrentice
Anxiously waiting
With the patience of Job
Year after year
Every turn of the globe
I wait to be next
Feeling gladsome
Next to be able to say
The time has come
So many before me
So many to come
Marching the same beat
But to a different drum
As long as it takes
I’ll wait to be next
Though at times it seems
My efforts be vexed
I’m somewhat perplexed
But not hexed
Just...
Waiting to be next.
Written March 10, 2017
I sit enthralled,
on mesh bench,
honeycomb pattern,
close of afternoon,
jaw-dropping stretch ,
cars drift by,
cordial wave,
from otherworldly,
enigmatic stranger,
whose astral path,
I may have crossed,
in urban flyby,
face to face,
amidst sojourn littered,
with ethereal clouds,
glowing chatters,
sunny disposition,
from affable dwellers,
gladsome day experience,
now whither that,
mystery figure