Short Man Of War Poems
Short Man Of War Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Man Of War by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Man Of War by length and keyword.
The man of war and his rage for conquest
clown and tormentor shredding freedom
we who are perplexed by disappointment
we observe the world succumb to evil plots
Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls
Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ?
Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering
Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence....
Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought not.
Form:
Faith is never blind
Faith's someone to trust,
and to find -
when circumstances must !
Note: This quatrain form is labelled after and inspired by a verse from George Herbert(1593-
1633) poem 'Discipline.'It has the rhyme scheme abab in 5/5/3/5 syllables.Here is that verse
by George
Love is swift of foot
Love's a man of war
and can shoot
And can hit from a far
Joy's spiritual
Joy is here,and now
eternal-
He will show you how
Inspired by John 15:11
Note: This quatrain form is labelled after and inspired by a verse from George Herbert(1593-
1633) poem 'Discipline.'It has the rhyme scheme abab in 5/5/3/5 syllables.Here is that verse
by George
Love is swift of foot
Love's a man of war
and can shoot
And can hit from a far
Sky scrapers posed a gauntlet across her neon waters....
Radioactive tides their evasive in stalking horse wavelengths
Walpurgis nights preordained pentagon knife; planchette's point
Blank modern day Pompeii ? Neptune's, man of war; crimson's rabbit.
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Form:
Words now are leaves waiting for the fall
I have seen them green
But loved them gold most of all
When trees were naked before the eyes
And words were tattered so with lies
And faith shook
The trees barren. I pined for fruit
Of lips of truth, or breast of purity
I hungered for love
And saw nudity that tells of shallowness
The only deep soil left is my heart
Words are being beaten into plough
But I prefer the two-edged sword
Since I am not a man of war.
“Rash and inexperienced”
frees thoughts within my mind
of traipsing deepest Africa
retrieving melon rinds.
Bi-colored python rock snakes
and wondrous fever trees
delights in my imagining
from phrases such as these…
How is a rudyard kippled?
I’ve often wondered that.
Perhaps Limpopo’s man-of-war
and I could have a chat.
Though pachyderms and heffalumps
can make the mind run wild,
enchantments hang on every page
of Just So Stories, child.