Short Liquidity Poems
Short Liquidity Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Liquidity by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Liquidity by length and keyword.
Your top edge
is geometry –
a never-ending
finger-tracing
line.
Your inside
is liquidity –
a tepid spa
of chocolate
that I’d rather
had been
hot.
Your handle
bends its elbow.
Linking up,
I sip.
A tulip to my lips –
You are my cup.
Simply set aside
Your gleaming desire
Your slippery grip
Of fools gold knowledge.
Gifting dollars to
Nonsense
Biting satire aloft
In the rafters,
Reason willing,
God in a shilling,
Blow wish bubbles
Forward, save sanity,
Swimming in a pool of PTSD.
Set aside, simply,
Ontological lip service,
And line up,
Steel reflecting and narrow
To ingest living love's liquidity.
Coming together like living magic, breaking liquidity apart
More infused with passion, that never has an end or start
Strongly vibrant with rhythmic silent sounds, that be still a stoutly content beating heart
A misty circumlocution, talking in invisible tongues, struggling to be smart
Oh, how clouds are the skies very own well stocked al a carte
A water color of depth, changing per second, alive work of art
now this is a jecture of a con
some flimsy before tense
so back to the point
some may say it has the consistency of a cloud
with rolling bumps of epidermis mist
tonally ambivalent
or would it have the creaks and groansd
would it have the liquidity
of a sploshing frothy brook
or the wisp of eagle swoop
what if it has the shape of unknown
no sides
no vertices
just a breath of undecidedies
soz i like undecidedies
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It's still flowing, never stopping to change direction
Cuts are made without sharpening, perfection;
Behold the pain; beholden, the bastard
This river's banks, always see the last word
The stream of water that only the ravens tend;
Panning for painful metaphors; to no end
Flowing; with all the liquidity of a snake
There's just more confusion in its wake
Why has this mortal life made no sound?
This brook beguiled; the lost and drowned
Everyone loves
nectar from honey
moons and the
sweet secretions of
honey sickle stems
But who will love you
when no moons shine
and seas rebuff
sands from your
continent?
When the warmth of
summer winds fade
and coolness assails
the molecular density
of your liquidity,
do candle lit windows
really welcome
torn hearts
into quilted tranquility?
Love of my love,
I pray you rest peacefully,
New moons await
on unwritten horizons
Soft tinkle of the stream
Took me from my doze
I cupped the precious water
Drank deeply
In its’ midst
I spied a gleam
Silvery stars
Shimmered below the waters’ surface
Such liquidity
In water
Running free
I put my face in to the stream
The stars I could see
In another world
In another dream
At the waters’ edge
Stars flowed in
Stars flowed out
Gentle tide
That took me
In liquidity
To places I could never hide
Upper management market rushed decision:
Cold rational cost/risk measurement —
Downsizing is the capital flow chart right way to go
Middle management under extreme personnel loss liquidity:
Short wigs facing contraction strategy harassment,
skirt the raised profit projected pressure of the actuary table
Lower management stem the tide of the pink-slip discharge:
HR higher productivity quarterly report assessment ...
makes promotion portfolio much more dividend valuable