Short Gloriousness Poems
Short Gloriousness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gloriousness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gloriousness by length and keyword.
glittery white clouds
innocent gloriousness
outshines azure skies
Submitted on September 12, 2018, for contest HAIKU 1-2-3 OR 3-2-1 sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA
Particular palms protecting private Pop’s Polynesian Paradise.
Bashful bountiful beaches brazenly beguiling busy banana boats.
Gregariously greeting gracious green grass generating gloriousness.
Formidable foams frolicking forever free from formulating fickleness.
White wisps wandering wonderfully within wilderness's willful wistfulness.
The world feels cleansed
After a gentle spring rain
Before July’s monster humidity takes over
Cat and I luxuriate in the freshness
A silent commune
Reverent appreciation
He nuzzles my arm affectionately.
Licked by his sandpaper tongue, I feel loved.
We sit without uttering a sound
Two souls in April
Feeling the gloriousness
of God’s gentle rain
Grandeur gloriousness reveal Renaissance God glory
Laurels tributes elevations treasured honored glory Always
Omni acclaimed exhortations based hommage ovations
Renowned p l a n d i t repute raves glory God Always
Yahweh confident placed in almighty God glory always
12/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
powerful piece de resistance
precise, provocative, posturing
providing plebian pleasure
Statuesque as an Amazon woman,
Platinum or pewter? She perseveres
Prodigious? Preternatural and pivotal
Regal, brilliant, a spiritualistic luster
She sparkles with pure effervescence,
glistens with a gloriousness unknown by most
I follow her pooling petticoat into the
outer limits of my poetic imagination,
expecting nothing less than perfection.
The sun sets on another day
It was a day like any other
With one big exception
But it was a glorious day
No rain
No haze and
Not a cloud in the sky
Blue abounded all around
That is why it seemed so odd to…
(no not yet)
The grass was green
And smelled of freshly cut
Flowers bloomed with a gloriousness
Yet unseen till today
( I don’t think you can tease them any longer)
Ok I will tell them
Today’s big event unlike all the others was…
I died
Form:
Their mangled and broken bodies
return home in flag draped caskets.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
while a band plays patriotic
hymns for their services rendered
and a choir to give them a voice.
If I may be so bold to say
that I see no sweetness in death
nor the acclaimed gloriousness
that lyrical poets have penned.
what I see is sugarcoated
rationale for warmongering
dolts. I see no glory in that.
Mortem est pretium bellum.