Short Multitude Poems
Short Multitude Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Multitude by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Multitude by length and keyword.
a multitude of pretexts
the foretaste
of argument:
premise explored
ignorance isolated
then
exchanged
for
understanding
Within the vast universe
multitude of cryptic stars
in a heavens ocean
dignified and distinguished
in a frightening serenity
Up
abridge
establish
coexistent
multitude of a cosmopolitan.
2019 September 21
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river is waist deep
ambience of lily pads
swings elephant trunks
multitude of rubbernecks
in dugout canoes; and me
1/31/2023
Love never fails
it covers a multitude of sins
but, does love end?
I'm not sure, but I am sure
love grows cold over time
in a dead marriage that lingers
in the reckoning
a multitude of blessings.....
i woke up today
Date written: 10/27/2019
Such is the difference
to clap alone
rather than in multitude,
As it is
to take steps alone
rather than together.
Kale Brereton
Oct 6/18
Melting snow on the far distant mountain
Multitude of different wildflowers in valley
Bees and eagles share the glorious bounty
Cold stream of water that flows, waters all
Every mind is painted on a separate canvas
Lines brushed to give edge to their scenes
With a multitude of colors peppered around
Bordered by abstruse and diverted memories
multitude of bubbles burst noiselessly
or perhaps it is we who vaporise in space
either which ways, the manifestation is bliss
why would we complain?
15-November-2022
The nonchalant rooster is a real knob.
We don’t have another name, so we call him Bob.
He puts on a multitude of airs, I mean a gob.
He interviews a lot, but can never get a job.
May we be blessed as we celebrate this holiday season
with many future ones with which to compare them
as well a multitude of friends and family
with whom we get to share them.
Dragged multitude of boxes out yesterday.
Sorted them madly, pitching stuff willy-nilly.
My husband offered to take it all away.
Brought half back. Trusting him was really silly.
jubilant dancing in the streets
kindred spirits laughing
lavish family gatherings
multitude of hugs and pats
numerous parties
outrageously wonderful celebrations
pandemic finally over
multitude of forms
go about their routine
day after day in trance
driven by cravings of ego
save but a few none pause
in the void of cessation
where the soul is free
is it not a tragedy
Trump Morally and Mentally Vacant
Trump appears to be highly opulent;
Saw size and seems to be stagnant,
Among multitude,
He is always rude,
And also morally and mentally vacant.
Jim Horn
My super star
My Nova
My universe
I am so sorry
I invented you perfect
Gifted you that curse
I"ll watch for your arc
Your multitude of forms
My Rainbow
Surely after the storms
Love Mom
Courage
Glorious passage
Temptations deflected
Faith in solitude reflected
Soul above all tribulations and pains
Rock over multitude of grains
Living daylight that grows
Fortitude sows
A king
lord we walk
this earth
your wind
at our backs
we are floating
somewhere
out there
we are
this multitude of
red kites
dangling on
a piece of
string or
is it really
our faith
again
Joy gives herself readily to the masses
They cough and sputter and spit her out
Not willing to accept and cherish her
She is not rebuffed
Tries a multitude of times
Egged on by optimism and hope
May we be blessed to live a life
with a multitude of joy…
and a minimum of sorrow…
Where most of the time we can say:
I enjoyed yesterday
I’m having fun today
And…I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
Today I’m thankful for how life is made up of a multitude of little miracles.
how every day our creators find ways to free them…
and how lucky we are for they have also freed up…
our ability to see them.
Poems of love in great multitude
Pain such a big part of this issue
Emotions ride the waves of words
Soupers all…..
Make sure you have plenty of tissue .
Form:
gorgeous Bohemian folk owl with your zentangle zone,
your multitude of colors enhance your designer way,
you are artistic with a unique flair all your own.
joyful loveliness of your designs makes this artist’s day
Pelicans crack me up, they waddle like Aunt Bea
But they're much more agile, they can also fly free
Aunt Bea jumps then crashes
On her multitude of fat asses
Methinks she's seen better days when she was three