Short Panoramas Poems

Short Panoramas Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Panoramas by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Panoramas by length and keyword.


Premium Member Clerihew Canal

Giovanni Antonio Canal
of the famed  waterway mall
Canaletto,Venice born&bred
panoramas thereof enhanced his 'street cred'
Form: Clerihew


Premium Member GOTHICISTA martini nothke

GOTHICISTA 
perceptible
 & transcendental
contra
  distinctive
     votives
neo realistic
fundamentals
 in
  fabulous
detail
of the sophisticated
refined& elegant
panoramas
art
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Nature's Caress

Clear skies greet us, panoramas open wide
    Rays of sunshine our every footstep guide

Gentle breezes caress our cheeks, toss our curls
    Shade and shelter, tree branches fondly unfurl
Form: Couplet

Versos Vaidosos

Versos Vaidosos

Vestidas de valor, 
vaidosas de virtude,
de pequenos 
pincéis 
pintam 
panoramas,
projetam 
possibilidades, 
promovem 
mais e mais, 
e na magia 
de junho, 
se reinventam
para fazer do
pouco,
mais e mais.

Premium Member Spring Paen 1

Spear
      by
          delicate spear
(palely green) ---
Spring!
    Panoramas
                  slightly fabulous...
surpassing
               (always)
   --- all ways ---
                               daydreams
beautifully.


Premium Member Cant save fuel '

Yaa just can't; save deisol or gasoline, they're dissappearing like time, and times
Unseen.' Gone with the wind..Yet with even
More drama.' Where politicans magic up
Their promises, and un-realisable panoramas..the have the glue it seems to
Me? yet not the pieces needed, also not and
As an extra to expectations, even a Clue.'
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fields of Dream

Overlooking fields of flowers
The palettes of the Spring
Optic panoramas 
I take in everything
Forsythias bright yellow
Croci violet
Tulips of all colors
It'd be better yet
If I could see them all with you
I'd pick a grand bouquet 
And give to you one petal
To save and put away
But if this dream's not practical
Not possible today 
I'll wait until the wind blows
And send a kiss your way
Form: Rhyme

At the Flower Market

At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.

The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica, 
and yet another way 
to excavate the mystery.

Nostalgic Roman nights, 
Spanish palabras, Sicilian incantations,
idyllic panoramas; promises 
enough to purchase the moon.

Such a foolish sacrifice to
fresco up for portfolios in 
sanctuaries precious 
and profane.

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