Short Millennium Poems
Short Millennium Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Millennium by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Millennium by length and keyword.
Millennium-
The power house,
Chasing the dark,
Millions in mind,
In all kinds,
Still in teens,
Today,Two Zero Fourteen!
The Universe
Deep within the vast cosmos
Entwined between time and space
Many a millennium to osmose
Where eternalness finds grace
Humanity is vastly, rapidly approaching our own extinction.
At the rate we are going, I doubt we will reach halfway to the next millennium.
Before the acorn broke loose its bone
was reaped
and became this table at which I sit
a millennium of rain and sun loved it
….as I love you
I don’t like money
I like freedom
And in this new
Millennium
It’s hard to have one
—without the other
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Across the heath
A misty veil
Of millennium lost
And the bagpipe’s wail
The bleat of a sheep
The boom of a drum
Relinquish the present
The past calls you
Come….
the millennium bug
lives in the human brain
hunts, capture, eats all things
stores the game in stomach
but leaves dry carcasses only
to those that feed it earnestly
What versus why,
each millennium cries
Man on the run,
all truth in disguise
Modernity reels
from an ancient ideal
Until time the thief
—reveals
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
The blessed flower of Paris has fallen;
Beloved afar for its beauty and grace!
Famed home to many a faithful Christian,
A near millennium of His loving embrace.
His appearance in flames says love isn't erased!
Word Salad is Mr Happy ate porridge to drive his millennium fridge over the rainbow with moisturised success.
Entered in One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor Jesse Rowe
Dated 31.07.2019
Come back to reality
the fuel line, source, and parking head
you cannot embellish
what has energized for millennium
Don't water down what must be devoured
Zeal in its proper input/ output
True depth of cave man passion
Keep moving,
On and on,
Rotating in motion ,
Each movement,
Tells a time in history,
Each shifting motion,
A decade,
A full rotation,
A millennium,
The blades keep going,
Forever and ever,
Until,
Time forgets.
every new tree lives
in the old seed
the old all microseconds
created the era, century, millennium
though not sure
from the Mesopotamia civilization
this I am
the human
-Thursday, June 27, 2019 Chattogram
Rainbows know no trickery.
They are but a reflection of
God
Himself
in a heaven-sized water droplet.
A promise made a millennium ago
as the floods receded after 40 days.
The purest logic sent from above.
Astral Backlash, Cosmic Dimension, Environmental Fermentation Gradual, History, incidental Jubilation, Kinetic Labryinth, Military Negation, Optomistic Pessimism, Quaint Radical Skeptimism, Toxic Utopia, Vague Willfullness, Xenomobic Yougsters, Zero
Sort out the new
one of the New
Sort of the New
Millennium I am
Sort out the new
one of those
Reluctant recalcitrant reprobates
Sort of the most
High Speed
Falling in love
In a moment
To tell
To view
To sort out the new
To gift in the old.
For a song that is sick, Levine's is my pick, and Adam rocks when he moves like Mick!
Written Dec. 12, 2015/ The song is Adam Levine's MOVES LIKE JAGGER. It's gotta be one of the best songs of the new millennium (BTW: Sick is slang for awesome!)
I never felt sure
I knew it was possible
even probable
but how could I know
that she would come in winter
through the open doors
how was I to know
on the very first Friday
of the first new year
of a new decade
century, millennium
that love had arrived
The clock ticks
As you count the strokes
1…2…3…4
The time flees
From your mouth
And our togetherness
One by one
Are the seconds
Getting closer together?
Because I swear it’s been
A whole millennium
But you softly remind me
It’s only been a minute,
My love
Form:
can you see it
can you feel it?
the echoes of a millennium
sitting still as the earth holds its breath
tendrils of a ghost long past
the lover’s caress
cradling those hidden within its depths
we are alive
we breathe, yet you hold yours
they speak,
can you hear it?
Fruitions seed is larger still,
get out your watering can
Fifty past one hundred years,
to shade what light began
Wisdom’s tree the hardest wood,
millennium to rise
Truth ingrained, its bark unstained
—transcendence once denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Yes, I hear him
His soul sings still
His tablet, with words is filled
Living, yet on
His melodies of life
Betray him not
Did his pen and his pad
Renaissance man of his millennium
A savior to the verse
A miracle to the chorus
Lord of the lyrics
God’s New Headliner
(1987- )
The first decade
This millennium
Ends. 2019 ends.
What's in store for the next decade?
Shall we fly to Mars and live there?
Hard to predict the unknown.
Lots of surprises.
Just wait and see
Goes the maxim.
We only know the past
And the ongoing present.
The future is oft unknown.
Tiny tiny feet
Bound by a millennium and
1966
Swirling in candy-apple red flags fettered, unfurled
Gilded stars glittering in their midst.
How many celestial moons will pass until
Mr. Mao comes down to break up the
Combo and pronounce,
“God is alive, really kicking and has a
Grey grey beard”?
They had been following his star.
Was it Luther, Calvin or Smith?
Quickly approaching
is second Millennium of his crucifixion.
Where are his signs?
Pastors are usurping the Lord
with prophetic messages,
eager to sit on his throne.
Is he among us,
somewhere homeless,
unrecognized?
The Wise still seek him.