Short Inns Poems
Short Inns Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Inns by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Inns by length and keyword.
Inns and Outs
Coin collecting and prostitution
The two sides of Janus, an institution....
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Categories:
inns, corruption, poetry,
Form:
Couplet
The Repeats In Religion
Repeat
The heat.
New hymns
Same stems.
Lots grins
No inns.
Use lungs
And tongues.
Sermon
Come on.
Same stems
All hems.
Same talk
No walk.
Time’s up
Give up....
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Categories:
inns, faith, god, gospel, religion, repetition, word play,
Form:
Footle
"alphabet Playground"
Apples
become
cider,
Dragons
emit
fire,
Ghosts
haunt
Inns,
Jealousy
kills
Love,
Moons
naturally
orbit,
Police
question
revelers,
Stars
twinkle
uniquely;
Various
worrisome
Xrays
yield
zilch!...
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Categories:
inns, life
Form:
ABC
When Poetry Happens
Words rain down on me,
drops of silence
evicted...
thus I poetize
in impulses,
in unstoppable stupor
that just happens...
My poetry is like this...
stale words
in the twilight..
They arrive as flowers,
as clouds... as llight
through closed window...
Poetry comes to the poet,
as celestial bodies
coming from other spheres...
Seems like a distant dream,
stars that finally
inns... !...
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Categories:
inns, allegory, allusion, appreciation, beauty, extended metaphor, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Nor Could I Foretell You
NOR COULD I FORETELL YOU
Before I leave I could see
Bated hoods ofTrials
Of love and life .
Protruding stuffed pocktes
Of havesack
Moth eaten trails and judgements
Of our love and life .
Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I foretell you for good.
Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life....
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Categories:
inns, lost love, life, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Nor Could I Foretell You
NOR I FORETELL YOU
Before I leave I could'nt see you
Bated hoods of trials
Of life and love .
Protruding stuffed pockets
Of havesack,
Moth eaten trails and judgments
Of our love and life.
Heaving I left the terrain
Seeing not wayside brooks and inns
Exiles glaring and grunting
Nor could I faretell your for good.
Cab moved disinterestedly
Before I could hear
A deep moan fading out
That rose from our soul
Inside the embalmed body
Of our life....
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Categories:
inns, lost love, love,
Form:
Blank verse