Short Grail Poems
Short Grail Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grail by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grail by length and keyword.
pentacles and swords
sanctify wise wands weaving
grail glistens graced gift ~
Certain things are there
Impossible to find
Like 'The Holy Grail'
Trump Member of Holy Grail
When you finally start to fail
Out you should start to bail
And ship you forget to trim
Can't imagine having him
Is Trump member of Holy Grail?
James Horn
L.F.C
1st Leauge Title in 30 Year's
Sod lockdown
Going to party like it's 1990
The quest for the Holy Grail is finally over
Y.N.W.A
Not a good time to be a blue in this fair city
Because now we'll never hear the end of it
The Christians
and the Gnostics
can either sect be right
Would God omniscient
have created
such violence and blight
To kill and maim
rape and burn
for scripture misconstrued
Defies the spirit
and the mind
— disproving Him anew
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Yes sometimes
Intoxication take residence
In the heart
I drink
From Love's tarven
And lose myself into its Holy grail
Like fish in oceans
Sometimes
Yes!
I want you closer
As a ring to the finger
Thorns to the rose
Closer!
Yes
And hide from judging eyes
Like blood in jugular veins.
shadows protrude the physical realm
pilots of light at our vessels helm
directives plotted , mapped and charted
intuition , gateways guarded
competing forces triggering sparks
understanding to avoid the dark
skullcap , fortress , our mind dwells
heart of hearts , life and love
our holy grail.........
marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will
and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must
and mete thy charm, ye witches grail
Dreaming of reality
From my fractured haze
Scorn the rules and laws
that falter at my hand
Speaking words unspoken
My thoughts have their own thoughts
And my deeds are never begun
Lost on a path i refuse to follow
Searching for myself
Whilst knowing that the quest will never end
And the prize not worth the time
The light in the darkness; my bright beacon of hope.
My safe refuge and shelter, where I can cope.
Oh Father, Most High, I offer You praise!
I give you my heart, all of my days.
And You say, “ Abide in Me.”
So I abide in Thee.
Father
Creator
Master
Friend
I love Thee!
Love, Me…
Amen.
Our sight is obstructed by a wall and a shadow.
~Nikola Tesla
O2 at 2L keeps Mother's skin
color healthy,
but she's frail,
more frail each day she lingers
in this world of shadows~
She holds the holy grail
of God's light and follows a path
illumined by love and grace,
powered by God's wind and golden sail.
The sword in stone
And holy grail
That knights and king's have ever sought
Are chasened dreams
Of mans great quest
For immortality and spirituality
When all that ties the rope that binds
Us to god is taken up
In other stuff that leaves us empty
Like falling shuttle's upon re-entry
The holy grail is all around
Has yet to be found
I looked everywhere
And nowhere then
But I can't seem to find
My Holy Grail
Others were with me once
At times it was hard
And so they have left me too
But I'm still searchin'
It eludes me in my quest
At every step I take
I'm bruised, battered and torn
But not downhearted
And I keep goin' on
For to stop would be a crime
Until in the end I will find
My Holy Grail.
© Paul Warren Poetry
. . . or maybe
the esotericism of
whatever
passes for
academic
discourse
in these later
days of no
Latin no Greek
no rollick in
the original
tongues of bards
who in facing
the Moors had
strummed of
delayed lust
for ladies
a-waiting
in their foggy
homelands
pining away
from unassailable
baconies far up
on cold stone
battlements
yet holding
the dream
aloft .
In increments, reflection's waif
some sedentary lifting of restraint
is sameness from a will of dullness' taint
and compromised by feeling, urging's faint.
While courage in resistance pools intent
to greatness in truth's beauty, not event.
And gearing for concern, comes slow but meant
as when discernment's Grail is God's extent.
With thee, this cup of life, man calls content
is empty ~ less thy nearness fills this vent!
Brad is admin of the Writers' Group on Facebook...
A kindly sword and savage pen
Are the marks of a writer and leader of men
Blessed be he who came to teach
The wildness of wisdom and freedom of speech
Where fainter hearts might fall and fail
He stands to serve the Writer’s Grail
This ancient sage; this humble youth
This herder of cats; this teller of truth
Is he we know and love as Brad
Our literary Galahad
by Gail
EUCHARIST SUNDAY, WITH AGUA TO THE ROOTS
(Questing a Grail)
By John T Haupt
The raindrops fall down
All around
Pounding down upon the ground.
Drippingly sounding sweetly to me,
Filling up cups of the leaves on the trees.
On this Sunday take I my ease.
May I have a cup of wine please?
Holy grail so frail.
Seaside pail, water so pale.
Isolated trail, forested veil.
Wind wails, ever moving gales.
Crossing rails, breathe and inhale.
Below, a snail and its tail.
Holy grail so stale.
Seaside pail, nearby, a whale.
Faraway sail, call to no avail.
Homeless male, sorrowful tale.
Worried female, no mail.
Losing of bail, soon no longer prevail.
Holy grail so frail.
Precious water so pale.
Solitary trail, tragic tale.