Short Leas Poems
Short Leas Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Leas by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Leas by length and keyword.
Somewhere through Eden’s leas
skulks our forgotten foe.
Seraph of God, now a
slithering trickster who
swayed Eve to taste vile fruit.
Salvation fell away;
sin dwells in mankind’s heart.
4/21/2021. Written for Kim Merryman's Pleiades S contest.
A soul is captured in the light,
To drift on winds through pine trees,
The wild river meeting the seas
As spirits, call the child of night.
In wilderness without a breeze
When darker clouds deny the moon,
A child howls across empty leas
Abandoned on a barren dune!
Caseworker’s Rounds
Cabrini-Green
Public Housing
Chicago
Where I am now
there are no leas, no
sheep feeding.
There are tenements,
children breeding.
Where I am now
there are no trees, no
wrens lighting.
There are halls far, dark,
an old man peeing.
Donal Mahoney
Caseworker’s Tune
Cabrini-Green
Public Housing
Chicago
Where I am now
there are no leas, no
sheep feeding.
There are tenements,
children breeding.
Where I am now
there are no trees, no
wrens lighting.
There are halls far, dark,
an old man peeing.
Donal Mahoney
I shall go to those places
Made holy by people,
People in common, divine from a place,
Back to community.
Back to commemorate
God in a face.
Then when I see
Why we worshipped together,
I shall go seeking assemblies of trees.
I shall go free then
Where freshets are murmuring
God in the leas.
Liquid songs from the choir of trees
The choir master's cloud score fruits the eye
Wield his baton of melodic breeze
Turning the score's white pages in blue of sky.
Rivers of melody pulsing in rocks
Muted in tumult of the waters dance. Spring now
Its piano conderto performs, clocks
Leap forward exulting, and birds beaking the bough
Of ressurected trees. I on my knees
Become a tide gospelling the leas.
Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,
Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;
Lake District views beloved of bards
Stone-bridged hamlets in the
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.
Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky.
Pembroke with its distant trail so
long,
heritages for us to protect and prolong.
National treasures to preserve and
enjoy by rich,...the famous ...and hoi poloi.
Flow the water mercurial,
lapping foreign shores;
in amniotic heaven,
endlessly explores.
Ripples ever growing,
spread in rainbow light,
expanding and refracting,
filtered clear and bright.
Connected to the babble
of the whispering water's voice;
plugged into the gentle
rushing symphony of noise.
Flow maternal tears,
streamed past lips upturned in smile;
pools and leas and waterfalls
for mile on mile on mile...
Come to the forest with me
To become invisible and free,
Under the canopy
Listening to catbirds happily.
Come to the forest with me
To sit with up risen weeds,
Where foxes play
Seeing skies blue or gray.
Come to the forest with me
To feel dewy grass under our feet,
In groves of ancient birches
We'd celebrate in rainbow'd mirth.
Come to the forest's leas
Where we dreamt of teas
Brewed o'er campfires flames
Hearing leaves singing our names.
Poppies blossom in a field
Where young men once fought
Their stories now forgotten
As are the lessons that were taught
It's blood red petal
Is caught by the breeze
It's flight brief and glorious
Falling on Europe's leas
A mother's hopes come crashing
With fists knocking on the door
Grim faces hide emotion
Another casualty of war
A hundred years have now passed
With lives still being lost
Leaders chests still being beaten
Detached feelings of the cost
I walk into the Holly Garden
My presence unwarranted, not unwanted
Once a mysterious place full of luster
With deep flowing waters
Will I be cleansed or drowned
Each visit reveals it's true nature
Unbelievable beauty overtakes me
My nature being now revealed
Overlooking the garden with desire
I sigh in hope, alnost desperation
In a foreign tongue I hear "Leas Celyn"
The words no longer foreign
Go from ear to heart like magic
How long will I look upon this place
Desultory thoughts drift round hazy aura,
swiftly flipping folios mottled by time.
Tattered snapshots emanate sadness and joy,
yesterday’s archives.
Softly creeping reveries sashay feelings,
forming ever imminent fervent cravings,
tender written curlicues of hope and love,
harvested daily.
Peregrinate dreams glide through lucid portals,
traverse leas of ravenous risky passion,
driven by pure avarice changing values,
forging tomorrows.
Not for contest
09.03.21
Let me sneeze
if you please
on some pleas
(from their knees)
"Stop the cheese"
Akin to fleas
rampant in leas
annoying as bees
or losing keys
they - a disease
Strive to seize
with their commentaries
and narcissistic decrees
aimed to appease
ego sized trees
May have degrees
but no boundaries
one really needs
couth for these
novices writing poetries
One should freeze
before spreading fallacies
full of hypocricies
spewing out idiocracies
wheezing only sleaze
whate'er the sun
hunts up the sky
is meant, as lace
to grace the eye
in dazzled dreams
that dance a-sea
and weep that fills
the rills and leas
for what light paints
in day's dear death
can gift one’s gaze
yet steal the breath
as eve’s dark bloom
thus burgeons, ours -
sweet butt’ry moons
… and silvered stars.
( for the “No 1256 New Poem Only” Poetry Contest, Brian strand, Judge/Sponsor )