Short Granting Poems
Short Granting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Granting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Granting by length and keyword.
Granting myself latitude,
I stretched every word
In substance and context
—the truth to be heard
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Goad God gently into granting a glimmering gift which's genuinely glittery.
~One Liner 5 Alliteration contest by Silent One
All there cast in Stone
Pompeii a gift to all
they laying down as if sleeping
Vesuvius aggrieved and granting
to some a later undeserved mortality
The clock always reads 3 in the morn
at least that's how it seems
stuck on a time forlorn
granting all but sweet dreams
while the solemn moon gleams
All there cast in Stone
Pompeii a gift to all
they laying down as if sleeping
Vesuvius aggrieved and granting
to some a later undeserved mortality
reflect on the emotion our gaze holds
is it poor or is it rich in content
plot thus our consciousness coordinate
atoning for not granting love consent
life
awakes
at the time
March blesses us
granting longer days
warmer weather
and its gift
of new
life
Animating vibrance of heart,
we feel then bliss ignition start,
doing nothing, we are present,
granting magnetism our assent.
Who said living is not an art?
An elixirous breath of fresh air
As suffused with love we impulsively pair
With one & all granting small boons
As for us ... we gaze at the moon
Transfixed by love
…The mysterious life of Jonathon Swift
With satire granting the ‘dirt poor’ a lift—
His cessation left loot to house the insane
His mind was perhaps, perhaps was the same?
Feathers
Granting feathers (any) to be
full-time bookmarks would make
them happy except
when they’d have to
share their duty with
long claws of
the Therizinosaurs.
A whispered ‘ah’
He heard a voice upon the breeze
A whispered ‘ah’
Is calling him near from afar
In the silence, he moves the trees
A god granting a spirit ease
A whispered ‘ah’
lawn mower drone cuts the silence in half
I can pretend not to hear it
or pretend I like it
I pretend it is a wishing machine
granting wishes all along the road
and I am the next house
Soma nectar drips, our attention grips
God’s sublime elixir, our tremulous heart sips
Polarities dance in a game of descent and ascent
There’s nothing to be done save granting love consent
granting safety to others like the thorns on a rose,
spreading joy to others, it does not oppose.
swallowed by emptiness?—
quite contrary I confess.
the thought of joy?
i myself, suppress.
palms radiate magnetic heat
toroidal heart hums a love tune
forehead, spine and crown tingle
peace glows like light of the moon
bliss magnetism gains traction
granting heart satisfaction
do we secretly hope
for a benign flame to rise
ushering bliss in each pore
imbibed by us in surprise
if this be our desire
have we honed our intent
to invoke God’s grace
by granting love consent
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!
zero to ninety nine, all fail
for if we seek the holy grail
we must give our hundred percent
granting divine our full consent
that love and light, within prevail
24-July-2021
The Welcome Mat
upon which the
ills of the day
are wiped away
rests in front
of the door
as a beacon
that love and
friendship
are inches away
granting access
to home
where
your presence
makes it complete
Multi-Colored sky
spreads shades of clouds far and wide
Light, reflecting time
brings peace to the observer
granting closure for the day
Heidi Sands
3/13/22
Mushroom village was lit with excitement and joy from within
Granting the woods a well-known ancient legend’s prophecy
Acknowledged by the residue of a dying faeries final wish
Those who benefited from it were delighted, loving it.
She threw her son in the ocean.
To make him a fish.
He began treading water.
Granting her wish.
She took her daughter to parties.
To make her popular and hardy.
But the daughter was unkind, nasty, a poop.
So no one liked her is the scoop.
had coffee with a colleague
he was young and eager
wanted to play Russian roulette
because his resources were meagre
the universe conspires with us
granting us whatever we wish
but if fear and doubt makes us blink
boons granted are gone in a swish
Petals blossom, bliss nectar flows
On granting love consent
Rapture within peaks, our heart glows
Endless is our ascent
Myriad are love’s hues
Driving away heart’s blues
As ignition renews
Feeling’s awesome
Petals blossom