Short Passing Over Poems

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


Vultures

Vultures -----

-----------passing over dying shadows

nothing to feast on

the wind came and carried them away



10-26-13

SandyIvy
Form: Verse


Premium Member Observation

Sitting observing the Stars and Stripes 
Gently wave from its high perch

Storm clouds are passing over
Will the storm pass today but come tomorrow
Form:

Spectator

Rising
From the sand

Modified glass
An unusual spark

Passing over
A shifting wait

Leaving a trace
Open incite

Spilling out
A whisper

Rising

Wets
The
Lips.
© Chris Conn  Create an image from this poem.

Sprinter miles apart

Life's long ride 
To which,
I opted for smaller tides
That comes and goes
Like latecomers, summer night

Seeing myself passing over the potion
Summer changes into winter
And now I am with the ocean
With no direction, just a sprinter
Form: Rhyme

Beginning Again

How quiet are the closing moments
of Winter

Its final lingering shadow
passing over your regret

Days lengthen into night,
returning Blackbirds a good tiding

What ended in shades of red and brown
—beginning once again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)


Premium Member What a Cruel Yet Funny Way To Lose

"Remember this"

His last words holding onto me as he died

I never knew what he meant

Was it: 'remember me?'

Was it: 'remember you?'

Those words seem to haunt me

I'll never know the truth.

Imagine passing over in mid sentence?

What a cruel yet funny way to lose!

Callous Call

Why me?
The news will tell.
While shopping at the mall,
An innocent bag untended - 
Why waste a call or raise a false alarm
For that which might or might not be?
Left in unholy haste.
Preterition.
Not me!


09 Apr 2016

Member contest "Preiteration"
 1. the act of passing over or omitting

Passing Over

The Rainbow bridge stretched ahead
In brilliant white light without dread
Loving arms open up for me
Beckoning me to them finally

The years melt away to nothingness 
A love for those dear ones I confess
No more want or grief to be found
The final journey is where I’m bound.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

The Dog and Its Reflection

Still water and a black dog tasting flesh in her mouth 
On a bridge as thin and fragile as a strand of hair 
Passing over transparent flames, she saw her image 
Howling over a dog tasting a gem of ruby 
Ignited, Sophia plunged straight at the black lion 
Anguished now in waves of wails, a white lamb helped her out
Form: Acrostic

A Day To Thankful For

Before the sun down
Start the cooling of day
You'll see flock of birds
Passing over the sight swiftly
See boats coming from far going ashore
Feast to dine with, caring the body
As your back wants to lay on bed
Reminds us that it's time for a rest
And say a thankful prayer goodnight
For all the day's accomplishment.

Life Grows Roots

…the numbers love
equality
and don’t discriminate
to be with
or without.

Future is in fleeting existence-
cherish your sight as much as your photographs
and hold the mirror in your heart.

Clutching the hand of the sun,
passing over and over similarly to it’s dawn before,
The moon remains for it’s next rise. 

Grow with it

Premium Member Just Another Broken Soul

I see the moon tonight, the clouds still passing over.
I see your tears tonight, they burn as I get older 
So many laughs and joys we never could have known
The world but all destroys the beauty of love we hold.
A life without your smile, a prison of dark and cold.
Existing on a lie. The truth rarely gets to know.
Demons here tonight demanding of my soul
I see the moon tonight and beg of it to guide me home.

To Grow Old

To grow old is not
a vain thing to do,
to be young again is
not to be.

Life drifts by as
a blink of an eye
or as a shadow
passing over our heads.

Someday we will look
at our last sunset, when
we close our eyes
in death.

Wasted chances, dreams
faded away, never to
come to past,
will be forever gone.

Dreams can come to
you still, as long as
there is breathe
in your old body.

wrote 11-11-08

Deeply Fathomed Sky Storm

a thunderstorm passing over -
gun turrets flash
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds

evening commences to weep -
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces

as seafaring battles go
it was a sky-skirmish
of near misses

a backwash of electric fizz
the distant sound 
of sailors shouting for rum

light blinks 
shipping damp echoes
that drip
into a salty bucket
of silence

Premium Member Nature of Life

The piece in our mind is rare.
The piece in our hearts untrue.
We seek our light from the sun.
We crave the night of the moon.

Lost is the innocence of life heard in any dark river’s tune. Each day leads into a night. Age creeps by with every cloud passing over the moon. 

Age can’t contain your soul. Age can’t define the beauty of you. Your soul is the nature of life. The beauty of life will always be within you.

Premium Member Candlelight

Lighting the candle
To step forward with luster 
To reduce the darkness
Passing over blindness

Like the night fireflies
Long scouting in the sky
A trip to the moonless land
A queue of blinking light bands

Dim candles glow,  
Help prevent missteps,  
Guide the way with pep,  
To achieve the intended goal. 

Helpful candlelight
Since the wick was lit
Flip-flops in the velvet wind
Yet it firmly illuminates within
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Candlelight In the Wind

Lighting the candle
To step forward with luster 
To reduce the darkness
Passing over blindness

Like the night fireflies
Long scouting in the sky
A trip to the moonless land
A queue of blinking light bands

Dim candles glow,  
Help prevent missteps,  
Guide the way with pep,  
To achieve the intended goal. 

Helpful candlelight
Since the wick was lit
Flip-flops in the velvet wind
Yet it firmly illuminates within

Xaysouvanh Phengphong (sign)
Form: Verse

My sweetest dear

My sweetest dear
Whose eyes are my soul's elixir
Five moons upon us
As our dreams bend the stars

That paddock full of wild flowers
Now yields the softest grass
My hands passing over those seeded heads
As the wind sways them to you

We meet there one day
One day, any day , every day
Finally that dream awoken 
Nervous hands with nervous eyes

A remedy for our racing hearts 
Salves the skin that knows not touch 
As the same air saturates us
We yield unto each other

The Divided Land

On the far end,
People are coming,
Passing over oceans,
Over mountains and valleys,
Marching to the fertile land,
Oh! Africa,have you explored your land?

Invaders are coming,
Coming to acquire your wealth,
Coming to poses your land,
Coming with all their tricks,
Oh! Africa,have you explored your land?

Corrupt! Corrupt! Leaders,
Are ruining your land,
Letting invaders acquire your grandfather's land,
Only thinking about their gains,
Oh! Africa,have you explored your land?
© Yasin Ali  Create an image from this poem.

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