Short Graven Poems
Short Graven Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Graven by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Graven by length and keyword.
Love is madness,
You're my madness,
Time to time,
Stuck like lime,
For love's heaven,
You're my graven;
liebe dich.
Grand basilicas
built to papal false idols
of graven image -
to apostate relics from
pagan Rome and Babylon!
choka
amid the grasses
a white beauty blossoms wild
each tiny petal
bestows great honor
along the graven tombstones
volunteer, unsown
I clothe my days
With her bliss.
I choke my nights
With her southern gaze.
Deep in my heart
Where passion is graven
And desire sees,
Into the life of things,
I let her memory prey.
Imagine, if the trees could bleed and the flowers cry out in pain,
Man wouldn’t worship graven images nor aspire for heaven in vain?
~Contest: Couplet
Sponsor: Brian Strand
nature’s gallery
rough-hewn graven images ~
sculpted windowpane
Inspired by but not entered in* the Ice, Snow or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
*I was just too dang slow in deciding which one to enter! LOL
Praise not icons
But follow the unseen
God's larger than a portrait
That of faith and blood is what washes you clean
So be strong and wise
And do not make a graven image of thee
Repent and be earnest
Because great rewards await thee
Brother Mine
The pain so graven
Man betraying man
Emotions fly to intercept
And save a failing heart
Not important, not essential
Try; try to push the knowing down
to places not visited.
To forgive? To overlook, to salvage..
Essential for survival.
But not forgotten.
I have no beef with your God
(unless it's The Golden Calf)
who they may say
works in mysterious ways
but I take umbrage at those who claim
to speak on his or her behalf
and here's a laugh
'No graven image' was handed down
yet they're here there and everywhere
all over town
Let's turn odd to even
By binding count of seven
Hold the soul of eleven
Let's make it heaven
Let's embrace the blaze of oven
The glaze in the manner of solemn
Go go- getter from the craven
Let's make it heaven
Let's make the mash proven
Continue as radiantly woven
Etch the amour, was graven
Let's make it heaven...
..
the ravens rest upon the graven cross,
for it is time to guard death with their wings-
they prey on souls who endure love and loss,
as a demon weeps and an angel sings;
barren branches wither to ash and bone…
one ebon raven longs to perch alone
I chose #2 (black ravens on a cross in a graveyard)
Make IT Six Poetry Contest
Joseph May
October 1, 2019
Beware of the crook and his wise
guy’d spooks and their graven look-see.
Whoopsie, of the bed, that you lie in now,
like a crying shame,
bereft of a semblance of size.
Of the thief in the night —
he does shuck all your pride.
It’s a hell of a ride.
Make it simple my friend:
believe in the Word of the living God
and let embers fall.
Rise up on your knees,
release all your sins
Believe! It’s a win!
7/31/2021
Christian daimyo, Yukinaga Konishi
Born a merchant, became Commander of the Sea
Granted favour by God and man
Defended faith throughout the land
A youth once given his father's name
Twin strokes that promised a life of pain
Graven in paradoxical parts
Warrior with a gentle heart
In a world that met cruelty with acclaim
Defeat in war cost him his head
But faith he held unto his death:
"The things on Earth are all in vain
But when they pass, God shall remain."
A wind, sharp and cold
Leaves the trees shaven,
Of such colors bold
Yet, in my mind are graven
Come November days
Less sunlight remains,
Where it stayed and plays
Filtering, as it drains
Through amber waves
Leaving my heart warm,
In my memory saves
Before the first snowstorm
Be it white by morning
No more gold and red,
Be it winter's warning
That autumn is almost dead
Come November nights
Stiffened by the chill,
The dappled sunlights
Cling to my soul still.