Short Outpost Poems
Short Outpost Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Outpost by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Outpost by length and keyword.
as form becomes an outpost of God’s light
and bliss pulsations resound with delight
both the subject and object disappear
when the golden glow of His heart draws near
A rat-a-tat-tat is the woodpecker’s boast.
The walls of man’s home - where the bird has outpost.
The barrel of eye
does aim at the sky.
A rat-a-tat-tat and the woodpecker’s toast.
10/30/2022
toroidal heart expands
immanent and transcendent
we shine as living light
making ego decadent
as an outpost in this realm
we play our ordained role
vibrance is our nature
transmitting love is our goal
password to open the heart forgotten
we wandered earth like a deluded ghost
then one day we became a child again
meaning innocence was then soul’s outpost
cleansed of stain, we broke free from ego’s chain
reclaiming light by God’s love begotten
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To an End
David J Walker
Carried in the wind
This lonely place
Carried to another land
Carried in the mendicants dreams
of
The sojourn
of sovereignty
Nothing as it seems
A lonely outpost to defend
The verisimilitude to pretend
A commitment to resend
And then
It
Comes to
An end
you lay silent, yet disruptive
plundering the nation of my pillows
with your presence
where once my walls held firm
you've turned resolve to dust
my nature unallowing
of that fatal dissallusion
i remain bound
to this unraveling world
your quiet breath
my torment
your eyes
my last outpost of trust
I go back to Brazil in my mind,
Last outpost of romance,
Rio de Janeiro in my mind,
Dance, Bonita, dance.
Away from the gray
Of a suburban day,
Away from the streets
And the shops,
Away from the delays,
The buses and trains,
I float away to Brazil.
Oh Brazil, in love
With the Garota di Ipanema,
The Song of the Sabia plays,
In a sunny romantic daze in Brazil.
magnetised palms and tingling feet
collaborate with our third eye
moon and the sun bring forth cool heat
toroidal heart lets out a sigh
our breath outpost, tip of the nose
signals readiness for action
although we remain in repose
all nodes within form gain traction
present in the eternal now
the vast ocean observes the waves
each God-spark smiles and takes a bow
loving intent on heart engraves
They were peaceful but were hunted for their scalps.
They ran long distances to escape.
Retreating into the heated lung of Copper Canyon.
(the last outpost of heaven).
Today they tend to be shy for good reason.
They mind their own business.
Sowing charred fields.
Milking parched goats.
Going for long runs just to have a sip of tea with a friend.
To maintain the runner's edge.
Cartels always on their periphery.
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Nate-- Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!
Agent-- So your going back to the outpost now?
Nate-- Yeah, Forest is my home. The outpost there is too.
Agent-- O.K. I'll stop by and see you soon.
Nate-- I'll be there. I'll play your song on the way home.
It's still "Say Anything" by Cartel right?
Agent-- You got it. I love that song.
Nate-- Memory like an elephant...
Agent-- Body of a Tiger?
Nate-- yup.
Agent-- Stay safe out there.
Nate-- you too...