Short Hight Poems
Short Hight Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hight by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hight by length and keyword.
you hear them flow
as the go
some hum and sing
and spread there wings
as the fly
go when up hight
the
BRIDS AND THE SKY
he is our maker
and heart breaker
for us all
be there if you call
its sit hight above
there is only
ONE LOVE can think of
GODS LOVE
The man of might delights
in challenges of brawls.
The hardships hight his heart
to falling fields of fights,
to face foemen fearsome,
seeking to hero slay,
this leman of Mjolnir.
This day is long please do not be wrong be right so you can fight day or night
under a moon light where it is tight with all your might and say you are out of
sight with your hight
as i lay here tonight
my dreams are at the hight
they are filled with darkenss
its the power i must harness
even one has this power
mine is liek a towe
that i must climb
can not waist time
Form:
The Mount Everest,
To the hight of Indian democracy,
India won the biggest democracy,
By small,small political defeats,
In the great Indian face,
Democracy and Indian Ocean,
The two eyes!
I just Need to move on with
my life,even tho i will miss him.
I needed some space
thats what i said n the phone.
one time i was one the phon for 4 hours
and is he worth the hight phone bill i dont
think so....
Rest of the things on this Earth to grow Mount Everest to follow suit to grow by the hight of a school going child or to the hip from the toe of his father Mount Everest has come up nearing the galaxy of stars by 2.8 feet.
No, my Lord,
I do not pray for mercy but only for
moral strength,
strength, my own wings to grow,
hight to heavens to fly
and
nearer to Thee my soul to be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2020
dont do it too deep.
dont do it so close.
dont do it too low.
dont do it so short.
dont do it so edy.
dont do it so off.
dont do it that light.
dont do it that far.
dont do it that hight.
dont do it that long.
dont do it that clean.
dont do it...
like that.
Form:
Once to be all
As children ring the bell
hight swirling cloud
Cloud rise as fire tides rime
Disrupted without witness
Claimed crushing light in fire of dime
As we de innocence be the all
Reyhan Yucebay
POEM 40 I LOVE YOU
THERE IS SO MANY WAY TO TELL YOU, I LOVE YOU.
I LOOK IN TO YOUR EYES I SEE THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME.
I LAY DOWN AT NIGHT & HOLD IN MY ARMS WITH LOVE & HAPPINESS
YOU SEE LOV E IS ALL AROUND US IN THE DAY & HIGHT.
BY: JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
I SIT AT MY DESK
BY DAY AND BY HIGHT
WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
EXCEPT THIS PILE OF "NOT RIGHT"
ALL THAT I WANT
IS TO WRITE A GOOD BOOK
TO AROUSE ENOUGH INTEREST
FOR A PUBLISHER TO LOOK
SO I WILL SIT AT MY DESK
BY DAY AND BY NIGHT
AND I WILL NOT LEAVE
UNTIL I GET IT RIGHT
When the moon is full will you not come?
Can you not like the rose petals out stretched,
come at the hight of the moon?
Life is to short too stand off in the
Distance, high in the sky like the clouds.
And together to soon tonight will be gone,
like a wave on the beach that is lost.
fib is yet a fabric'd fiction
in th' mind whence tension
th' heart whereof upholds such fact?
or maybe not; for what lies ahead
never hear! hear! the inner dept
an cere beyond nerve can hold
for what once was con now its old
heard no more ; tho' hope it an't true
their hight yet indites a crew
Sky's splendor
Night's light
Heart's tender
Lover's hight:
Full Moon!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 September 2018
* Yesterday night as I was watching the moon came up with this little poem.
To Love, means being submissive and unconditional,
when 'I' transforms into 'we' yet keeps I-ness of each other intact but irrelevant.
One has to take it in true context and not in contradictiön.
One soul and two bodies,
the hight of understanding by keeping individual identity at respect.
Here dominance stands none.
a touch at the heart
will light it's inner spark
for what we are waiting for
with faces in the window
having storms in the hight
sporting long hanging viscous fangs that bite
many choose to live by sight
claiming that's their right
yet who are they anyways
a beautiful flower display
this is all I have to say
yet don't delay
wouldn't have it any other way
Thus wilting becomes of me, the star so constant, yet so lonely,
Was tiss the hight yet to be reached, what is our limit?
Thy'est thunder reaps my soul for what it sews...
What tiss thee end?
Ney encomber thee, powerfully tempted, upon thee,
What tiss the end?
A'Loft, a-sunder, encombered, enwrapped in a colapse
Of thoughts falling like snowflakes in the sun.
Dancing wind
Dancing wind dancing wind
With my beat best of steps
With the rainbow light holding
Your breath wellcome your
Soul soup of crab cakes for
Love with a hight of clouds
Caly of floor floop of dirt with
The magic of sound wank of
Tail horn of devil eyes of drak
Shadow of dream dancing wind
With your sleep
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
I rise High the Flag
High for all to see
Sounds of flap for all ear
Blowing winds to all souls
This Flag I hold
Held high for Mankind
Here, the rod it bears
There, the hight it reaches
Rising the Flag
Weaves of Joy sparts the heart
Rising the Flag
Rising it all
Sight, Mind and Heart
All up for the wind
All up for humanity
Beneath the Raising Flag
I stand alone
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
POEM 49 THIS IS SO REAL
I ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD SO WONDERFUL HEART FULL OF JOY THAT COME WITH LOVING YOU IS REAL.
I ALWAYS KNEW THAT YOU HAVE THE LOVE THAT MAKE ME FEEL THE WAY I DO DEEP LOVE FROM YOU THAT REAL.
I ALWAYS WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT IN MY ARMS ALL HIGHT WITH FROM MY HEART TO YOR EYES.
YOU BABY BESIDE ME GIVING ALL YOUR LOVE FROM YOUR HEART.
BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
AUTHOR
POEM 49 THIS IS SO REAL
I ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD SO WONDERFUL HEART FULL OF JOY THAT COME WITH LOVING YOU IS REAL.
I ALWAYS KNEW THAT YOU HAVE THE LOVE THAT MAKE ME FEEL THE WAY I DO DEEP LOVE FROM YOU THAT REAL.
I ALWAYS WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT IN MY ARMS ALL HIGHT WITH FROM MY HEART TO YOR EYES.
YOU BABY BESIDE ME GIVING ALL YOUR LOVE FROM YOUR HEART.
BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
AUTHOR
To those Purple Orchids,
bringing my mystique out.
wantedly or without my permit.
To the brisk blow.,
to snog it tacitly
here beside my ear.
Then to the sturdy sea,
for reminding me,
The sentence of a sin.
To the flaming fire.,
For rescuing me
From all deceits.
To the cool drizzle.,
to call the warmth out
When it's hight temp there.
To these silvery chords.,
To pop up the question
when all others in quiet.
I wonder why the air is not seen?
Is it too naughty or is it too clean?
I wonder why the water seems blue?
Is it still choosing which colour will do?
I wonder why I can't fly?
Did I do something wrong or did I lie?
I wonder and wonder where is my tail?
Mom assures me though it'll come soon by mail!
I wonder why the rainbow is bent?
Is it too old or is it too hight to mend!
Questions don't end do they?
And I'm not surprised curiosity ends with a why.