Short Knells Poems
Short Knells Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Knells by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Knells by length and keyword.
Never can you imagine how terribly bad
a handful of War Devils’ breath smells,
During the war,
they appear shamelessly
when they hear their dead SUNS’ knells
Categories:
knells, war,
Form:
Free verse
Russians supplied mission old bells.
High in tower chime their slow knells.
Listen, great their single tone swells.
Honor those dead.
Time to mourn alarum note tells.
Missal lines read.
Categories:
knells, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Bell
rings, chimes
hours, announces
weddings, war ends, death knells.
Bell shape hollow, inverted cup
resonates, polls, rings, dings, dongs, pongs and pings
to bring order to day's events.
Bells rung,
done
Categories:
knells, sound,
Form:
Ninette
time for midnight bells
close this year of covid hell
just then silence fell
ringers don’t show feel unwell
not sick ~ rope burns ~ hands have swelled
By
David Kavanagh
Apologies for the ambivalence
But I do hope you all stay well
Categories:
knells, allegory, allusion, death, life, new year,
Form:
Tanka
Lost in the Woods Hiku 28
lost in the woods at night
harsh croaks of crows on site~
knells of bells off-site.
weird whines of ravens
smitten with dreadful fright~
seeking fastest flight.
Categories:
knells, lost, night, raven,
Form:
Haiku
mourning celebrations:
Easter without hunts
or relative sounds,
anniversary knells,
birthday sans icing —
tears well.
you wipe them off the screen,
clean as you go,
wash hypochondriac hands.
green sleeves
on the old oak awakes,
surely timed by mistake —
no one to dance underneath.
Autumnal leaves
ought to be
trickling down Ichabod’s arms
decomposing.
3/23/2020
Categories:
knells, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Sorcerer wearies of casting
Spells that nobody can feel,
Ghouls are impatient with fasting,
Death-knells no longer will peal.
Churchyard is grown up with wild weeds,
Marble tombs settle and crack,
Will-o-wisp dies in the marsh reeds,
Leprechauns never come back.
Vampires without an oasis,
Banshees with nothing to moan,
Ghosts who can’t find where their place is,
Skeletons, grave-less, alone.
Categories:
knells, fantasy
Form:
I do not know?
Sorcerer wearies of casting
Spells that nobody can feel,
Ghouls are impatient with fasting,
Death-knells no longer will peal.
Churchyard is grown up with wild weeds,
Marble tombs settle and crack,
Will-o-wisp dies in the marsh reeds,
Leprechauns never come back.
Vampires without an oasis,
Banshees with nothing to moan,
Ghosts who can’t find where their place is,
Skeletons, grave-less, alone.
Categories:
knells, fantasy
Form:
Verse
Steady and constant
the rain fell
a streaming curtain clear then opaque wells.
On the rooftop
the pitter patter spell
a monumental flood of rain drops dwell.
Cool and wet
drippings with a history to tell
where each came and flowed to earthen knells.
Unseen sun gilded
in grays and white clouded gels
where neither sky nor tree is clearly quelled.
Sit inside safe
protected from the storming cells
and a rain day is released upon the human shell.
Categories:
knells, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Christmas wishes, mine, I’ll tell:
To gain nor lose anything else.
What others bring wrapped in bows,
Are only trinkets, I should know.
Instead souls, the fill the shelves.
Who asks for gems, whistles and bells,
Never felt the pang of death knells,
Nor heard the quiet when they go,
Christmas wishes.
Once a rosy-cheeked little elf,
Love lies cold in a narrow cell.
Hear the voices in the winds that blow,
From wither they have left to go.
To gain nor give, I ask myself,
Christmas wishes.
Categories:
knells, loss,
Form:
Rondeau