Short Leaded Poems

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


Saintly Glow

Holy Saints light the way
Illuninating a path to salvation
Leaded glass aglow
Matching waxy aroma
Prayers to cleanse a soul
Burning through darkest night


Premium Member Haiku - For Contest

nostalgia
mosaics fractured vision
leaded doubts


5/27/2016

((first post -- 1/25/2014))

submitted to – Glass Art – Haiku – Poetry contest
sponsor – SKAT A
Form: Haiku

In Dream

Blue bells swayed,
I felt no breeze,
as I walked, I walked.

It was in dream
but the aroma, oh,
so familiar.

Then a moment,
just as time,
I swam through
clouds.

I tried to run
but leaded feet
kept me at heel.
Form:

Trump Not Level Headed

Trump Not Level Headed

Looks like Trump was not level headed;
Knowledge in brain deeply embedded;
Did hear hint;
He is ignorant;
Toss him overboard with feet leaded.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

The Sowing

A penumbra of lightning
grays your belly,
a huge melon
framed in leaded glass windows.

It grows
as we move in night's soft storm,
air piquant with rain, legs
petrified tree roots
in this patch of bed,
farmers in the night
      coming back to the land.
© Glen Enloe  Create an image from this poem.


The Mirror

Rumi said,
“Polish the mirror of your soul
that it might better reflect God.”

An antique hand mirror,
the leaded glass is warped,
its wooden and carved frame cracked
yet keep polishing it.

One day hope to see
what has always
been in front of your face.

Premium Member The Charm of the Woods

Huddled within a canopy of trees
cozily wrapped inside a wooden cabin
earthy womb of must, dirt and dust
leaded glass windows set the scene 
shadow and light dance through the pines 
tea kettle whistles over a crackling fire. 









Written on 6/15/2021

Starving Artist

Crouched in an alley
Cold unwelcoming cobblestone
Raindrops keep him half awake
Stayed up all night sipping coffee
Finishing touches to canvass of
Bluebird skies and sailing ships
Those holding umbrellas pass by
Look - and move on through
November's leaded skies...
Form:

Premium Member six degrees of desperation

I have grown weary of the truth
Blighted soothsayer soliloquies
Shouted from hand-made signs
Railing against self-made silence
Shattered beliefs drowning
In doubt’s echoless dungeon
Stained glass demons
Muted by mindless dust
Leaded beauty denied
Untarnished expression

An old woman waits on the corner
Knowing she may go hungry today
Rats scurry in the alleys
Knowing that they won’t

Hands of Victor Jara

So much to greet
with leaded hands,
so many observed you later
sans life...
Shot so much
 arms in the wind
in so many sentimental 
goodbyes ,
so much to have lived ...
of so much life in waves,
 lacked hands
to applaud your
own life...
 lacked scarves
for so much weeping ...
We were without gestures,
no hands...
and  hands were
everything you had,
 hands were
your love and your
sustenance ...!

Premium Member Fill it With Ethyl

Conceded to what the Doctor said 

Said needed to squat over my head

Except for that Gecko 

He just heard an echo

Said need to feed your Head more Un-Lead...
                                                                             Lead...
                                                                                     lead...
                                                                                            leaded!
Form: Limerick

Once more


I can hear it crawl towards me
In the infinite moving dark
Claw turns to slither
Echoes without placement
Each sound closer than the last
My heavy breath giving voice
Breath cool on my face
Rancid in deceit
If I open my eyes
I can give my fear form
Not a muscle working in unison
Eyelids like ancient divers leaded boot
Stuck in the silt
Heart and breath in explosive race
Face to something not quite face
Don’t look
Let me see suns grace
Once more

When I Wore The Perfume Of Your Sins

Oud— your signature musk I remember.
Warmth and grounded, tame and woody,
Steep memories of wishes I'll never gather— 
Cold cruel sillage, bright woodland, yours.

If— I adorn your musk I dismember.
Heavy and cold, wild and leaded,
Cruel words define the sins you waver
Bright stinging scent, damp crumbled, yours.

I never asked to adorn the scent of your sins
Yet, I got a dream— it wasn't what I wanted.

— Tears, sobbing, salty and heavy.

Low, evil— distinctly you

Premium Member New Year

New me, New Year, hey
New moment day
New hour, new way
Something more to say in a new way
New year, same Jesus
New life in Christ, believe it
Same God, at odds, With sinful manage
Nothing new under the sun
Nothing beginning that's already been begun
Was hurting was sadden
By the life I leaded
I was  sorrow and blue
Was introduced to you
New moment, New second,
New minute, can see it
New hour, New day,
New month, new way
Same Jesus, same God, here
New me, New Year

1/1/18
Form: Rhyme

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