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Short Hermitage Poems

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


Reconsidering
Maybe I shouldn't
Retire to a hermitage,
Just me and four walls;
I'd drive the angels crazy
With my interrogations....

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© Jim Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hermitage, life
Form: Tanka



The Hermitage
Visited The Hermitage;
(That's Andrew Jackson's home).
My husband looks for history
Wherever we do roam.

We toured the house and grounds
And what we learned was surely plenty;
But best of all, a photo op
With my face on the 20!...

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Categories: hermitage, house,
Form: Rhyme
Hucksterized Homogenized Hoopla
Existence travels lineally
In whirlwinds of emotion
Colored logarithmically
And perceived equivocally

Expression mere epitaph

Knowledge serendipity strung
Till the bubble bursts

Frozen peaks of discovery
Cataloged in the hermitage of worth

- Mark Time -

Hermetically sealed
Peddled for a dime...

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Categories: hermitage, allegory, angst, education, parody, science, social,
Form: Free verse
Oladokun Kolawole
Grow your Abuja, 
Shining like star. 

Turn Ibadan's heritage 
Into hermit's hermitage. 

The dangerous Lagos, 
Must stay emboss

Bí omi Òsun, 
Tí kò sùn. 

Happy birthday sir! 
As you stir;

Tick the four 
And quietly explore--

To achieve great, 
What generations await... 

Amen. ??...

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Categories: hermitage, art, birthday, blessing, color, friend, fun, joy,
Form: Couplet
My Hermitage
This isolation
is not in vain.
By contemplation
I become sane.

My hermitage -
research and reflect;
Mirrors the image
of great architects.

From Plato to Poe,
From Tolstoy to Twain -
I'm beginning to grow,
My strength to regain.

And to rise from the flames-
shining again brilliant.
Calling stars by their names -
I'm free and resilient....

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Categories: hermitage, absence, change, deep, freedom, how i feel,
Form: Lyric



One Case For Chaos
The roads are clean and straight;
Lawns with no weeds.
The wild is locked and fenced;
The trash is in your pocket.
People park within lines;
Never mind arbitrary confines.
The crazy man in the hermitage
Still dwells there in another age.
In this need for order and work,
There's its own madness;
Of evens, odds, and edges,
A life is measured in wages....

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Categories: hermitage, life
Form: I do not know?
Oldage
Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique

Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it’s a critique

What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But now, we are unique
WIZDUMBs by JA 418...

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© Ja Ja  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hermitage, age, poetry, wisdom,
Form: Narrative
Ryokan
I have followed him to his hermitage.
Stalked by loneliness he has revealed
a better way and shared with me Zazen
through writings and the sound of the
Hototogisu.

I have carried him on the tube
and into my working week
where he has shown me
winter passing
and the passage of spring

I have sat in the garden
In the quiet stillness
and learnt the
impermanence
of all things....

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Categories: hermitage, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
Winds
Trapped in your body
a city starts
screaming.

The master has broken off
a huge iceberg.

An Antarctica is burning
like hermitage
from the spark of a red robe.

Lips are riddled
with lies.
No face is left
to smile.

Ruthless with the words
and meanings,
they have manipulated the winds.

The puppets
have come to stop
in complete silence.


SATISH VERMA...

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Categories: hermitage, life, love, nature, peace, philosophy,
Form: ABC
Winds
Trapped in your body
a city starts
screaming.

The master has broken off
a huge iceberg.

An Antarctica is burning
like hermitage
from the spark of a red robe.

Lips are riddled
with lies.
No face is left
to smile.

Ruthless with the words
and meanings,
they have manipulated the winds.

The puppets
have come to stop
in complete silence.


SATISH VERMA...

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Categories: hermitage, art
Form: I do not know?

Book: Shattered Sighs