Short Oases Poems
Short Oases Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Oases by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Oases by length and keyword.
A child's toy
a parent's joy...
with a storybook
curled up in a nook...
Moments to treasure
oases of pleasure
Categories:
oases, books, child, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
North African sands
torrid dunes expand
moonlight has a tan
fry an egg no pan
oases are damned
god forsaken land
Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
20/03/2021
Categories:
oases, nature,
Form:
Verse
He will listen and answer your prayer
As your life becomes free from past crisis,
This new year you will be an ace player,
As Lord adds wealth and good health as spices,
Your arid land shall be blessed with oases.
Dedicated to all my friends including YOU...
Categories:
oases, inspiration, life,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Bloodthirstiness of ink's wickedness,
ruthlessly dripped upon parchment
blistering an already screeching sun,
no footprints apparently left in sand as
oceans's bluffs turned oases to flatland,
there was no urgency for brutal honesty
aside factually, it unquestionably delivers
Categories:
oases, allegory, crazy, dark, evil, muse, nonsense, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
In its thunderous voice, the sky spoke
"Let the rains fall upon you"
"Beware the hurricanes" ...the wind screamed
Electricity filled the atmosphere
Gods raised their rods
Forests trampled by mudslides
Snow blanketed the plains, and...
The deserts oases claimed to be real
Then,
Showing its face; the sun
Spoke in warmth...
"Life"
Let there be!
Categories:
oases, god,
Form:
Verse
Wishes favored over air
Hopes o’er constancy plain
Oases stripped of falsehoods fair
Still egged on by pain
Flowering hope, a swinish symbol
The sweet are only taste
Protective only as a ghostly thimble
Plummeting disgrace
Tip toe tip toe little dreams
You’re wrong, you’re air, you’re scarce
Glazed eyes reek of busted seams
In a knitted sleeve that tears
Categories:
oases, childhood, dream, fate, hope, humanity, perspective,
Form:
Quatrain
Isis is a goddess of magic stars
shooting like diamonds shielding
a childs dreams Patroness to nature
a defender of the dead timeless
giver of life garden of life
oases every stars a child every
Constellation a shield men her
warriors the sky a bed of hope
a silken blanket nature her weapon
to wield.
sign Jona Love
my isis poem written sept. 16th, 2015
Categories:
oases, 12th grade, age, america, april, art, blessing,
Form:
ABC
'Tis not that false sense of immortality
which beats back horizons, neither
'tis some God-given prescience, not talent
you warrant as indelibly yours
No, 'tis the quiet of the still hours
deep in the night; a walk in the forest
through nature's delight; oases of
tranquility ~ the world aright
January 17, 2021
Completely Your Choice (43) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
oases, nature, peace, world,
Form:
Free verse
Time's Deserts
As One, walks the desert sands of time,
Oases, do appear, quenghes the soul's thirst,
A moment later, like ever shifting sands,
Is soon gone, vissions of, erased by wind's design.
Memory ?, was it a dream ?, a reality ?,
Or just a mirage ?,an illusion ?, to delude oneself.
A Companion, to leave another set of foot prints ?,
As One, walks the ever shifting sands of time,
On One's own, all alone ?
B. J. "A" 2
May 6th 2012
Categories:
oases, introspection,
Form:
ABC
We travel through the sand dunes,
And look for oases,
At nights we see the moon,
And in the day-time- Look for roses.
The weather so hot and cold,
With sand below glittering in the sun like Gold,
We feel the hot sunshine,
And for a drop of cool water-We pine!
Our camels look for a shelter,
And our skin sweat like being next to a heater,
Yet we carry hope and move on,
And that hope and our thirst to reach our goal makes all our pains gone.
Categories:
oases, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th grade, 8th
Form:
Rhyme
SMOKING ON NEVSKY PROSPEKT
Late summer - too tired to try
To keep up with world going by
Anonymous face a foreign voice
Girl with dark eye-shade of choice
Man unsmiling in leather jacket
Passing me and my cigarette packet
The noise of buses on the breeze
The canal-boat tours under the trees
Smells of borsch and kasha please
Ice cream women in their cool oases
Petersburg sun fading fast
This cigarette will be my last
Categories:
oases,
Form:
Couplet
An infinite scourging desert life would be
An endless journey into reality and schemes,
Without oases, where we could rest and cool
If wouldn't have had the chance to make dreams*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 SEPTEMBER 2014
*Inspired by Eileen Manassian’s poem,A DREAM WITHIN REALITY.
And the comment I made: Without dreams ,life would be an endless journey on an infinite scourging desert, without ever finding an oasis to rest for to carry on your voyage!
Categories:
oases, dream, journey, life,
Form:
Quatrain
I was only a ragged bairn
When my death was born
When first became last
My carcass became dust
Across the cold, solemn limbo
sorrow was my only pillow
I was tacilty laid in peace
But my souls was never at ease
Coldness melted my broken pieces
After my breath dried the oases
I mourn not for my death
But for my sour and bitter fate
My gravemound was an absent site
No flowers, no wreath, no light
Only grassess and a solid trace
Of a falling statuette without a face
Categories:
oases, death, sad,
Form:
I do not know?