Short Palms Poems
Short Palms Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Palms by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Palms by length and keyword.
Island
Soft sand beaches touch the rolling aqua waves
Dense grove of coconut palms reach for the sky
Stand tall stately palm.
Straight high slender with long leaves.
You symbol of victory!
Heated healing palms
Conduit of current divine
Pours love into space
Our hollow form a springboard
Bridging the widest chasms
09-November-2020
G O L D E N
Y E L L O W
C A T K I N
W I L L O W
G R E E T S
S P R I N G
Palm trees stand up strong
Admiring beauty around.
Ladies of the seas,
Models for cute scenery,
Struck by wild winds ~they're fighters~
my palms are pink
heart line
head line
life line
lucky bracelets circle my wrists
giant mystic cross appears on fleshiest part
I am intrigued
get out my palmistry book
to give myself a reading
Every hand tells a story
life's adventures inscribed on palms
Lines of wisdom, hints of psalms
Yet destiny wears out her rhymes
on riverbanks of sorrow
Dreams not lent nor borrowed
I am hurt.
Not by you,
by what you didn't do.
I am mad.
Not because of you,
Because of how I felt when I was with you.
I am sad.
Not because I lost you,
Because I lost my dreams with you.
I love you
But I love the idea of you more.
The mosquitoes raid
The human's palms defend
Oh, it's too swift for
The palms that cannot fly
Slap, slap, slap
The palms got one
Oh, the palms too
are smeared with blood
This greedy mosquito
Full of human blood
Is too heavy to fly
Think we are humans.
You are wrong.
Look at your palms.
Count errors recorded there.
Do you see the ones against humans?
Are they few?
Take a new stand now.
Why not register as lion citizen?
Which Game Park is your nation?
Serengeti, Maasai Mara, Queen Elizabeth?
NOT WORTHY OF READING
SPEAK THE OPINION OF THE
CRITIC.
NOT WORTHY OF READING?
SAID THE WRITER!
ANGERED BY THE CRITISIM
UNWORTHY OF BEING READ
OR LISTENED TOO, SPOKE THE
CRITIC AGAIN!
WHAT CROWD WOULD GATHER
TO HEAR THE RANTINGS OF
A LOONEY-FOOL
INTERPUTING ANOTHER FOOLS
SCRIPT?
I CITE THIS UNWORTHY!
Long dangly fingers shake like a leaf in the wind.
They have the delicacy of a flower,
but show the strength of a lion.
When she touches and explores new land
uncertainty runs through the veins in her hand.
Read her palm;
foresee a long life.
Freckled skin is far from calm.
These hands will always work to please.
The palms, the peas, the protea too
Showing up the lilies and iris ever blue.
The gourds and the daisies growing so fine.
Nothing outshines fungi which walks a clear cut line.
Tens of thousands of plant species
Growing more readily with help of feces.
From bulbs or seeds, makes no diff,
Cover the ground in a giant jiff.
PALMS
whistle
in the breeze
love melts in a kiss
blown with the ocean sand
sun glorifies the moment
“deep love sets forever to be”
Heidi Sands
6/2/22
*Image: 4
*Earned one of 1st placements in the Pyramids Poetry Contest.
pressing palms
through moons
my love has seen raptured blooms
heart beats sifting through her hands
she is the oceans
beneath mine sands
revolving breath she breathes
calming me through her breeze
time
is
engulfed
lighting passions flame
tongues are fluttering
onto pink shame
she allows me
to sink into her moods
pressing palms through moons
?
Kentia palms catch a breeze
And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
Comforts me like the psalms.
I amble slowly between them -
My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
The fresh air fills my lungs.
A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles -
Beautiful but defiant.
Gold sealed up the fissures -
Reminding me of who I am.
I. Gills
The tide of hatred never ebbs;
The isle surrounded sinks and drowns;
While we, the natives, scale the trees
As Gills emerge upon our faces,
Gaping—like fresh, opened wounds.
II. Palms
The floor of faith shall never shift;
The sea above shall soon be calmed;
From islands covered, yet undrowned,
Long trees vault upward to the surface,
Cradling us on outstretched Palms.
I trace the little rivulets
That, by the year, expand
That I may follow in their course
My life through my hands
That I hold a lifelong snowflake dear
That I might understand
The hardships of their rugged task
No others could have manned
Take pride in these graceful tools
That work the clay and sand
Wrinkle the old leaves folded in prayer
And the rivers dry up from the land.
The clouds sink
like the waves on the shore
the grass molds
into the dirt under our feet
the heavens float
like the clouds that hold us.
In her eyes
I see heaven create another star
that we will wish upon
like a sinking ship
bound for the mud
not another lover aboard.
This hell we have banded
only in our minds can we solve the puzzle
not in our palms
or through our eyes
that sink in love
but like the clouds
Form:
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We are, our memories,
flesh and blood,
matrimonial plans and parenthood;
and all desires
that come to naught,
times at peace and battles fought.
Now, looking back
throughout the years,
of joy outlasting dried up tears,
I recommend,
despite all strife
and suffering, live a life.
And when we breathe
the midnight air,
whether wind be foul or fair,
shake a fist,
(or if we dare),
raise our palms up high in prayer.
Palms long and angular, a breeze comes and they sway to and fro
Activity like a swim in the swimming pool that enhances the day
Leisure days and nights while on a divine vacation
Miracles that bless us that we recall for years to come
Trees very tall like pillars of the community
Reality written in the warm and welcoming weather
Each day with favorite relatives God's miracle
Excellent passages to be thankful to the Lord
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz