Short Oeuvre Poems
Short Oeuvre Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Oeuvre by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Oeuvre by length and keyword.
Clerihew Milton
John Milton wet to school at St Paul
destined a poet was his call
His greatest oeuvre, Paradise Lost
losing his eyesight,was the great cost...
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Categories:
oeuvre, people, poetry, word play,
Form:
Clerihew
His Oeuvre
Looking for
someone great
whose work
he won't denominate
his Œuvre;
something plainer
smoother for
this simpleton's
simple tongue
2009 July 4...
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Categories:
oeuvre, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Limerick: Once a Great and Wise Commentator
Limerick: Once a great and wise Commentator
Once a great and wise Commentator
Thought what escaped him escaped Creator
His oeuvre his whole life dreamt
By his comments he meant
The whole world loved him as their Tutor
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, September 5, 2021...
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Categories:
oeuvre, fear, literature, word play,
Form:
Limerick
Quid Pro Quo?!
Ascending unto the fourth pinnacles auspicious plyth ~
To quantumly observe these plateaus regions of oeuvre
Molten monograms of monarchies scripted immure; immolating
These gravitating exhibits of perceptions inter alia
Past particles of meticulously latticed perplexities....
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....Quid pro quo?!
Note: Smile ~ "Its 'A Beautiful Day' &, 'Love,' Always," John!:) ~...
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Categories:
oeuvre, faith, introspection, life, love
Form:
I do not know?
A Crocheted Potholder
Fecund sewer ingeniously knitted
An ornately crocheted potholder was made
Bragged her complete oeuvre at first
But its worthless in everybody’s sight
It may be futile or trifling
What can it flaunt is nothing
The Cuisiner's hands are sheathed
From scorching cauldron was protected
No acclaim, no reward travail
From first light to nightfall with ill
Hard work makes it smeared and filthy
At old age, it will be banished away...
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Categories:
oeuvre, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Hors D' Oeuvre
From strength to strength...
...this full body this flow...
I find myself in the soup...
my palet hungers the flavour...
where artisan and genius grow...
poets feed the ladle...
we all feel the sweet interpret...
this nourishment gathers all to celebrate...
...from our rich decant...
each poet decorates...
...we breathe the nearer...
...the deciduous - deciphers
...more brilliantly...
...our soup full compliment......
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Categories:
oeuvre, passion,
Form:
Lyric