Short Libations Poems
Short Libations Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Libations by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Libations by length and keyword.
Your Tanned body,
Glittering along the Jersey Shore,
Black swim suit,
Messed up hair in photo ready state,
Ho-Joe's motor inn,
Kids,
Laughing,
Libations
What a beach day!
Categories:
libations, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Sad husband just buried wife.
Clad in funeral glad rags;
Seeks refuge in libations.
Taxi called to bar
Date written: 09/25/2021
Categories:
libations, drink, grief, husband, imagery, loss,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Libations Temptations
O’Leary poured the draught with finesse
O’Brien slid to the floor for some rest
passed out so quick
foam thick on his lip
Ah, the shame of an unfinished Guinness
John G. Lawless
3/16/2015
Categories:
libations, humor, ireland,
Form:
Limerick
Pour me a drink of yourself,
So I can taste a part of your past.
Whoever heard of libations to a man?
Wine of the soul to slake my thirst.
Pour, fill to the brim,
Be full, then spill.
The insatiate need to be drowned overcomes me.
Categories:
libations, love
Form:
Free verse
Sweet rain is hammering the dry ground
Dirt turning to muddy foundations
Leaves nodding their heads to the sound
Gaia smiling upon her creations
The earth with green is gowned
Eudora now pouring her libations
To Ceres, with grain is crowned
Patron, we give our adoration
The fruits of your harvest abound
Categories:
libations, mythology, nature, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
To all celestial siblings gathered here,
The salutations of our salvation,
Living water to all those you hold dear,
To the enemy’s minions, damnation,
Fire in the grate and meat on the table,
Libations enough to make the ark float,
And a joyous song from every gable,
Now get this communion wine down your throat!
Categories:
libations, friendship, hope, humorous, peace, thanksgiving, water, wine,
Form:
Free verse
Earplug
If the eyes can find sleep
when the left hand in battle
hacks to bits, a right at peace
Indulges our parched earth
that can never drink her fill
of human blood libations
And the town crier never cries
at his gong's discordant tunes
with the plight of the people
Then, power is only an ear plug
wealth, a virtual reality camera
and the people, jesters at court.
Categories:
libations, power,
Form:
Free verse
(letters to my presido-elect): ii
the dregs
of the libations
enticing the gods
upon the shrines
of the uncurbed squander
of the treasuries –
o, the squander
of earth’s roots!
& the kins sigh
as the mothers cry
for the fathers lie
in the tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days –
& the uncurbed coronations
of the cows
reached the pompous limits:
the roof of native skies!
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Categories:
libations, dedication
Form:
I do not know?
Anacreontic verse
Bacchus rose
joy purging
xeric throats
choking upon
libations
conflicted aims
dancing naked
fearlessly awash
escaping
inhibition’s
tyranny
loosing anger’s soul
through merriment
releasing
wingless spirits
thoughtless thoughts
unfettered
voices mumbling
wine soaked praise
to numbing’s god.
10/26/2015
submitted to – Anacreontic Verse 1 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Edward Ebbs
Categories:
libations, celebration,
Form:
Lyric
A whispered world awaits me,
Wisdom obscured is lore.
Open my eyes and I see,
Wicca buried at its core.
Where magik spells and potions,
And Hypnotic incantations,
Mix with herbal lotions,
And dancing and libations.
Rituals, rites and runes,
Proffered for enlightenment,
On dreary moor or dunes,
Partake a hidden sacrament,
To charge that inner treasure,
Infinite revelry awaits infinite pleasure.
Lore 10/04/2018
Categories:
libations, magic, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
A Bearded Cat
Dancing Energetically Found
Generous Helpers imagining
Jealous kittens languishing meaningfully.
Never ostentatious private queries
rendered sassy tales united vivaciously
with ‘xact youthful zestiness.
Zany yeti ‘xtraordinary wisdom visualized
under true scholastic reality quickly
paid ordinary niceties many libations.
Killing joyful imagery hereby granting
federal enthusiasm during catastrophic
bemused antecedent.
Categories:
libations, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th
Form:
Abecedarian
DRY SUMMER
On Harcourt Hill the summer grass is parched and desiccated
All dry and flaxen neath the beating sun, its message carried
To teachers’ throats to give a thirst, a craving unabated
For College now is designated: ‘campus dry’ and arid
But when this season’s over and the sun’s becoming mellow
And classrooms echo vacantly with words select and wise
Then, temperance repealed, with soft tones as a solo cello
Some sweet and blest libations will restore, revitalise.
Categories:
libations, school, summer,
Form:
Rhyme