Short Muslin Poems
Short Muslin Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Muslin by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Muslin by length and keyword.
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Muslin ailerons
Rotaries propelling death
Fokker’s winged furry
By Robb A. Kopp...
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Categories:
muslin, adventure, history
Form:
Senryu
Xenophobia In a Trump America
Xenophobia in Trump’s America
Black and brown foreigners, believes our blond superman,
Are taking our jobs, a racist approach, his Muslin ban
And support for building this xenophobic wall,
Have cost America Millions, let it fall,
Sad for a president to have more foe than fan!
My third limerick in my trilogy...
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Categories:
muslin, america, leadership, racism,
Form:
Limerick
Seduction
The transparent black muslin veils drop,
Macabre tattoo's over her body,
Supple she displays her grisly curves;
Phobia transforms in nude expression.
Slender move yield to new perfection;
Hear her heart beats of satisfaction.
Picture ref:-
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Categories:
muslin, art
Form:
Free verse
Beach
The sky cries softly into the sea
Muslin mist offers comfort to the waves
Tide ebbs and sways like a returning lover
The sun playfully dips its chin
to ease its unquenched heat
and insect sand wriggles between naked feet
The skipping stone with lessing effort kisses
liquid mirror
The land and water gentle and eternal
hold hands in hope
but always soon must part...
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Categories:
muslin, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The Widow
Wrapped in six yards of white muslin,
banished from her home with a tonsured head,
she faces a curse of loss of colours
ever since her husband was brought in dead.
Mummified for life she still exists
breathing, eating bland food, all desires unfed
Bare feet, she lays herself to sleep
curling up pillowless, on a cold wooden bed
But when she sleeps she often dreams
of butterflies and blossoms in purple and red....
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Categories:
muslin, women,
Form:
Rhyme
Lonely Walk
Lonely Walk
Cold gray dawn, mist overcoat
comforting as damp muslin gauze
shrouding the eyes of the detached and departed.
Decrepit footpath, cracked and neglected
as the mothers graves across the field
backs cracked by careless footfalls no doubt.
My own gone these many years now
the Belfast cemetery not far from here
her stone unfound after searching.
Somber Irish mist, where legends and relatives mingle
sometimes seen, always there
waiting.
Stephen (Stoic)...
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Categories:
muslin, mother, sad,
Form:
Free verse