Short Glossing Poems

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


You Say, Seeing Is Believing

ALMOST everyone was told, "Seeing is Believing"
BELIEVING is A way to start seeing "If you've seen me, you've seen GOD"
CHRIST may be more UNIVERSAL than one gets by glossing over His Words
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Premium Member Gondola

Gliding on moonlit waves
Gold filters through row boat,
Gondola twirls…it’s song
Gently romancing hours .
Guitar plays lovers’ dream,
Gay the breaths of passion
Glossing canoe’s night sail !


Pleiades G : Kim Merryman
12`01`2016
checked at www.howmanysyllables .com
and Webster's dictionary
Form: Verse

Red Clay Memories

red clay memories

in the rugged cracked red clay 
earth are my memories
dirt that is so dry
it blows like dust in the wind
when you ball it in your hand
and blow on it
 
my tears flow
glossing over them
 
the water-mixed memories
sink to the bottom
forming deep tepid pools of resource
for my hungry soul when I'm
parched for more
 
 
a poem describing the texture of my memories

Sunny Days

Spiraling, spinning out of control.
Can't you tell that it's taking a toll. 
Stabbing, burning, constant pain.
Sub-par eyes glossing over again.
Today's the day to finally release;
To let go, to slip into glorious peace.
Eyes hazing, head rolling, going to sleep.
Fog thickens, head spinning; won't somebody weep.
Look up as she dies, bright skies turning gray.
No one would save her, goodbye sunny days.
Form: Rhyme

Broomstick Beryl

Broomstick Beryl


On Halloween night she was 
in a very sour mood because 
she had to pick up rubbish, 
pick up lots of rubbish.

She had to pick (five bags per
hour) up rubbish from the grass glossing 
of Elmwood Botanic Park for doing 110 km per hour through a children’s crossing.

As she angrily sorted rubbish green and blue, 
her spindly sweat-stained stomach (way too bamboo-lean) roared for candy too, 
and for cinnamon mummy biscuits too.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member What We See

The moon need not apologize for phases,
No sense of guilt even abstract assume -- 
It’s the human heart alone that falsely
Translates, shades and uncovers wrongly.

Seas can bear witness, 3rd eye peering
Through filtered wave.  The pond alike 
Shallow, no retractions necessary for glossing
Over depths. 

We should Not look too closely
At one another, for often the surface is no
Cover-up but what simply rises to the
Top, given Time the Universal purifier.

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