Short Litany Poems
Short Litany Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Litany by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Litany by length and keyword.
An albertine goodbye
a delicate petalled rose
flutters slowly from on high,
upon the green sward,to lie-
dying without a sigh
no matter what
suppose,consider..
and dream:
life is not static
chance plays its part-
allow the muse
to provoke
and creativity
impart
Louisiana Litany
Bobby Jindal
Appeases christian rightists unlike William Tyndall.
Thinks Presidential aspirations a plus
To bring budget woes to US.
stride of kinetic mind
twiddle-dee-dee dum tulips
songbirds in sunshine
a litany of lit trees
dayspring trilling as I walk
the dirt clung to them
creased by life’s endless struggles
broken fingernails
a scarred litany
of bruised, gnarled and calloused hands
the poor man’s mantra
©6/2/2023
Rapture Day is a-coming
Or so they say
The litany mind-numbing
Holding no sway
For those a bit hedonistic
Jello shots round
Drop all silly signs mystic
And raise an atheistic sound!
Has the fire in your belly
Been quelled by a grey sky
Going from horizon to horizon
As it rains down upon you
Until each day is demanding
Instead of a parade of blue sky
And a litany of precious music
Now not playing in your head.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Once I obcessed
over light and dark,
the litany of wrongs
and rights,
shades between
no straight could lean,
all my structures
needing upright--
all I’s dotted
all T’s crossed,
not a hair
out of place--
yet a longing inside
all good features
could not hide.
In a parking lot
I open my eyes
but the moment after my nap
forget where I am
as my restless mind lingers
in a litany of desires and dreams
then a realization of time and place
as a new world opens its arms for me
I step out from my shadows
into light of the loving sun
A litany of leaves tango
to the tune of your chilly flow,
so windblown.
Moody clouds move silently by
in a turbulent silver sky,
as windfalls.
Showing signs of your wrath, the trees,
to whipping the waves of the seas,
so windswept.
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
11-16-14
WIND - Compound Word Verse
I wonder about the turn of the world
As time passes and thoughts are held
A litany of lost ones linger
Of conversations requiring sympathy quite ginger
But the thought still remains
And the years do not bring change
The ache in my heart does not end
Just five more minutes with them.
© Paul Warren Poetry
in denial
but pacing while room is on fire
motion capture fail to paint his emotions
"I'm fine"- a product of his illusion
litany of reasons but pain stuck under his skin
too afraid to pen about, too afraid to scream it out
demons are his rulers, will demons be the winners?
help! he is drowning he can't put out this fire
HALLELUJAH
Praise be-
God made me
Praise be-
Jesus set me free
Praise be-
Holy Spirit helps me,free-to-be
Praise be-
with new eyes I see
Praise be-
a kingdom child,I,yours,truly
Praise be-
ever,only,Thee
As in worship,these hands I raise
from this mouth,these words in praise
Cometh the hour
Cometh the man,
So came the hour,
His fiasco began.
A litany of lies
Spew from his mouth,
Any leadership qualities
Swiftly went south.
Hubris in spades
But cannot comprehend,
What his people need
He seems quite round the bend.
So what to do
Well we do what we must,
Move forward with hope
For in God we trust.
Words fell like snowflakes from the sky
Melted on my ears
Pity the earth's curve, she could not see
The answer in my eyes.
I spoke it like a giant red oak
Indifferent
To startled gaze of visitors.
I said love is stronger then everything
Except the pain of pride
My words climbed up in the wind
I never saw them again
Only the litany of silent clouds.
I have word to spend
Direct like coin
But wait that amend
Beyond the loin
That can respect with truth
The calm angel and the brute
I will not be tempted
So that peace exempted
From the blind ire
Can free aspire
To friendship's craze confusion
Until I understand, it's delusion:
A bird on flight through the dry moon
Mirrored in the sea like an old ruin.
Call me home instead and heat my soul
as I roam with you, my autumn
healing the curse of season's scars
fulfilling my quest's return to a patient self..
It is cold and this soul needs a haven,
a reflective pause from all wretched noise
perhaps a soft litany of prayers..
the kind which blesses this season
Oct 25, 2017
Contest: 6 To 8 by Nette Onclaud
Listen to poem:
masquerading under moonlight
a litany of muffled love disguised
dares not reach the heart it seeks
honorbound the laden breeze
is forced to find its way
to kiss the beloved's cheek
before a single tear has fallen
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 20, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
I turn on the television
the newsreader in hectoring tones
recites
his sorry litany;
Emergency
Catastrophe
Disaster
Death
so I turn the television off;
notice how loud
the birdsong is this evening
and search for
other words;
Generosity
Gratitude
Tenderness
Love
Spring bathes in gold tonight
-and by such light
hope slowly grows
Buzz, buzz, buzzing our work is never done;
gathering the nectar kissed by the sun.
Buzz, buzz, buzzing a familiar tune;
We sing in harmony, throughout the afternoon.
Buzz, buzz, buzzing in a magical ballet;
Our pockets filled with beads of gold, then we fly away.
May 28, 2022
For: Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Rhymes validated on Rhymezone.com
Itz,
cigar litany,
sun-glass villainy,
functional function-ability-
operating a pertinence undue to the mean-streak-
my man was a real porter but not so Greek-
hella' greedy like the weak,
hairy in ecstasy,
sternly speeding within his hoarse feet,
he'd leverage the wage against a narrowing bridge,
fitting neatly into scenes,
he'd soccer around his thing to bring out the majority of me.
Exhumed memories
Pinned to a moment in time
Faded photographs
Close enough to hold
Or lose one's way and drown in
The past is like that
Stripped of artifice
The worst kind of nakedness
One's own reflection
Puerile litany
Lust begets lust begets lust
That's the thrill of it
Dancing by myself
Music slower softer now
Box is winding down
The music box plays
The ballerina dances
Graceful and alone
poetry in perpetual motion…can’t stop for Christmas
—quote by me
in holiday style
poems drop like ball
auld lang syne in ecstasy
must i be on amazon?
the crack and pop of fireworks
litany of words
sugar plum fairy retort
the cards i toss on pine tree
i’ll not pen my signature
skates busy prosing*
12/7/2022
Sponsor: Charles Messina
577 757 775
*writing prose
Any slide of litany,
and random errant currency,
the sleeping,
the provision and providence,
and then ...
So then there's endangerment,
and the policemen-
then there's pinnacle's of the ages of indifference...
They said in a small circular figure that this is not our place,
when it really is the only thing we love,
as a whole,
our favorites draw us in close,
yet we don't provide them with much,
just...promise.
I write despite the growing night,
For the fight inside my mind,
My words succumb to a litany run,
It’s a solace that I find,
Shallow breath,
I dance with death ,
For twisted inspiration,
Pushing back the limits for my selfish liberation,
I laugh and cry,
And try and try,
Yet nothing feeds my paper
Dizzy from the taste of pride,
Tired of this Labor,
Giving in and giving up,
Surrendered to the storm,
I’m the author of my slaughter,