Short Midas Poems
Short Midas Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Midas by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Midas by length and keyword.
the alchemist
turned sand into gold
an irreversible transmutation
the beach has disappeared
he now carries the cross
alone and despondent
07-February-2023
He felt so cocksure
his Midas Touch was proctor.
Vegas pulled him down.
Now his Midas touch is brown.
His failure was a shocker.
NB: Inspired by, but not entered in, Edward Ibeh’s This of That, Vol 15 Contest
The bluest of blue
in the eyes of my sweet child;
the most golden gift -
the Midas touch with her life...
the sweet tenderness within.
Not for the "Blue and Gold" contest.
Dedicated to my loving daughter.
His neighbor had the Midas touch
he wanted more than life itself.
Her body: buried in his yard;
her finger: bronzed and on his shelf.
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for the Greed Poetry Contest
sponsored by Margarita Lillico
written on 06/21/2022
Touch Owned By Midas
There are things that really delight us,
Like Trump having a case of laryngitis;
Heading South;
Down in mouth;
Thinks he has touch owned by Midas.
Jim Horn
Wife is watching article about St. John's.
There is not one single leaf left.
The Seer's Midas touch
blessings to his followers
He remained detached
A touch of gold
Watch cheer take hold
A certain stuff
More than enough
A sigh joy makes
In gifted take
A heart moves zest
As ripples fest
A move tells much
With a warm touch
A moment's choice
Flings fragrant poise
A heart of gold
A glimpse unfolds
Leon Enriquez
20 August 2017
Singapore
Such was his damnable gift
Being little more than a curse
Others he wanted to lift
His touch left them so much worse
His mind lacking all insight
Leaving so many disturbed
Utter wrong being his right
He blundered on unperturbed
Freedom his cry for Ukraine
That was the hope of Putin
All he delivered was pain
Just another Rasputin
Purple flames>>Violet flames
A voiceless name///The sting of shame...
Echoes through hollow hearts[[[]]]
Of beggars, liars, gypsies & thieves
Seduced by Midas & his touch
How soon does everything turn to rust???
Allured by empty promises of fame & adoration
Never questioning the $ for such a vice,,,
Never stopping to think twice((()))
Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!
The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!
was cursed with
the reverse
Midas touch
got to greedy
got to complacent
lost focus of
what was important
took for grained
what was right in front of me
I just wanted more
I just wanted it all
but by taking my
eye's of the price
the complete
total opposite
effect occurred
causing what i
desired to slip out
of my grasp
turning dreams
turning hopes
turning relationship
into a
pile of ****
upon the floor
I was born beneath a bad sign
And no matter how I try
I’m gonna be a bad man
Until the day I die
My nightmares seem to haunt me
They follow me around
I try my best to help, and I
Get beaten to the ground
When I think I’m on the up
I’m just preparing for a fall
If it wasn’t for the bad luck
I would have no luck at all
Seems like all my good intentions
Turn and kick me in the crotch
Might as well confess, I’ve got
The anti Midas touch
Form:
So do you
swallow, adapted
to aerial feeding,
feel that everywhere,
except in Antarctica,
If you just looked,
above the trees and
turning your tiny
neck.
The revolving
wind, the door
painted chestnut
or old oak,
of all the tweets
you might have
tweeted, do tweet
of course, only
when you are
stationary,
do you through
some kind of.
dizzy, instinctive.
wild eyed,
consequence,
As it were,
seem to know?
I the know penguins
seem to.
Peace!
Form: