Short Overmuch Poems
Short Overmuch Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Overmuch by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Overmuch by length and keyword.
A by-the-whim jaunt, chance
journey – overmuch, unplanned,
halfwitted? – spontaneous electrifying
possibilities overblossoming ultrathundering
magnabravissimos!
Categories:
overmuch, nature
Form:
I do not know?
Sunbeam skies be too bright
Total wee hours, spell too plenty light
Every sunshiny days, overmuch a pain
Need be clouds and rain
Dropping the curtain, days to see
Breathtaking, splendor of life's tap·es·try
Categories:
overmuch, day,
Form:
Free verse
The sweetest thing between lovers is touch
Which means I love you to the point of overmuch
Sending thrills unsurpassed
Of true love that will last
Through trials and tribulations and most of life's smut
Categories:
overmuch, sweet,
Form:
Limerick
The sweetest thing between lovers is a touch
Which means I love you to the point of overmuch
Sending thrills unsurpassed
Of true love that will last
Through the trials and tribulations and all of life's smut
Categories:
overmuch, love,
Form:
Limerick
Trace my wrist there's something there
It has no strings but I don't care
I just want to feel your touch
Along the neck, trace overmuch
Try to trace me out a song
Of many parts, that's very long
Practice often now, the aim
Is one day when you trace your name
Categories:
overmuch, desire, i love you, imagery, love, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
War mars the face of man.
Though this be known to all men
we realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
have made red their faces,
have conspired anew to despoil
summer's increase,
overmuch not caring
for those about to dye
crimson Plutonic plains,
to expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?
Categories:
overmuch, war,
Form:
Free verse
War mars the face of Man,
Pitied, unpitied. Though
This be known to all men,
We realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
Have made red their faces,
Have conspired to despoil
Anew summer’s increase,
Overmuch not caring
For those about to dye
Crimson Plutonic plains,
To expire in the dark.
War, Mars, the face of Man?
Categories:
overmuch, conflict, mythology, war,
Form:
Political Verse
Too quiet, my son
I worry about you
Thou contemplate overmuch
Get out there and do
Too noisy, my daughter
Unbecoming of you
You're a young lady already
Not a foul-mouthed shrew
Too passive, my wife
For this century
Take control of your life
Learn to fly like me...
It's our turn now, Dad
To gang up on you
But we won't go there
~ We'll just bid you adieu
Categories:
overmuch, appreciation, family, farewell, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
You have gifts given by the sun
They shine through; to you, I run
Every eight-ball I've been behind says, "You are the one!"
I think maybe my mind speaks to often, what's the word? Overmuch?
From your sunbeams, I've spaced out a little too much
So I'll talk a lot less and give you a little more intentional touch
The feels I have felt cannot be undone, I am alive because of these interactions, 'cause you are my person!
Categories:
overmuch, cute love, deep, devotion, feelings, for her,
Form:
Rhyme
Marymount University is saying farewell to some storied majors
including Art, English, Philosophy, Theology - and Math
Artists will starve or survive, and Writers on AI can thrive
Philosophy's rigors are lost on the West today
Theology to moderns hasn't overmuch to say...
But Mathematics?! - the basis for physics
not to mention ALL of computing
~ For her restoration, I am assuredly rooting!
Categories:
overmuch, education, farewell, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
Categories:
overmuch, love, passion,
Form:
Verse
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch!
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
Categories:
overmuch, love,
Form:
Sonnet
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
Categories:
overmuch, passion,
Form:
Verse
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
Categories:
overmuch, sensual,
Form:
Sonnet
The soft geography of hip and thigh,
smooth undulations lovely to the touch,
so silky and provocative, I sigh,
as I caress your contours overmuch;
for I cannot restrain my eagerness
to stroke, manipulate and squeeze,
and lavish you with love and tenderness,
your glowing beauty brings me to my knees.
We reach the culmination of desire,
our own enjoyment fueling the fire.
We lie entangled, warm and worry free,
in blessed partnership and purity.
Categories:
overmuch, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Brave spirit accepts things the way they are,
detached from outcomes, present in the void,
humorously wearing all earth life scars,
essence of presence always overjoyed,
refusing to be, by ego thoughts toyed.
Thus in but not of the world, soul flows on,
dwelling not overmuch on moments gone,
here and now present, consciousness vibrant,
each life breath accepted, as a new dawn,
living with gratitude and contentment.
30-July-2021
Categories:
overmuch, spiritual,
Form:
Dizain