Short Perimeters Poems
Short Perimeters Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Perimeters by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Perimeters by length and keyword.
Love has
No perimeters
No boundaries
No lines
Love has
meaning in itself
it is unseen
it is mute
it is nothing,
but is everything
Form:
Our garden perimeters
are hung with notes
A thrush sings its morning songs.
No other of its kind dares cross
these musical borders of trilling notes
Would that we - could defend our boundaries with songs
instead of bombs.
Suzanne Delaney
Parental perimeters
Rules upon rules
Encage their helpless children
Who have no other life guides
Until the formative years are over
Children are parental pawns
Humans without power
Creatures with no rights
No say so, stuck in cages
At the mercy of parents who have all the power
LANDLOCKED
landlocked we stalk past pain perimeters
guns rest roughly slung on shoulders hung
closing behind growling within
scoping targets empty claim
weapons lead worlds astray
cast our sins away
lords of nothing
eyes survey
stark hearts
lost
© Kim van Breda—24 September 2015
What is the measure of failure or success?
Is it by our heart's standard, or the world's?
Is one's passion deemed failure or success by forces
beyond the ego's perimeters?
Where lies the truth?
Are we to be stabbed with failure's painful sword,
or should we not revel in the sweet ecstacy of success?
What is the measure?
Every day is a new adventure -
A new iota, a new gnosis –
Search not by the easy standard
But see through the eyes of genesis.
The more I learn, the more I love
What man before me has done.
It catapults my soul aloft;
I yearn for that higher plane.
Push back those old perimeters;
Notch in my brain a new wrinkle.
I forge pathways never traversed
And find my world bigger still.
I see lives, hollow and stuffed...
Meaningless motives, dried souls and rough voices
...heap of dried grass tied together,
Gestures without expressions, smiles without passion..
I see forced walk through the corridors of life...
...run without zeal for the ambitions tied,
I see myself seeking refuge...
…in the cellar filled with words, translations & solitude,
I see shrinking perimeters of my existence.
I know not of iambic pentameter,
I don’t even know my own diameter.
And when I travel about a mile,
I don’t know how much is a kilometer.
So I might be slightly confused,
About all those words, that I just used.
But when I think about other people’s folly,
Mine seem so trivial, and melon collie.
So when you’re confused,
about what word to use,
Take a lesson from me,
and look it up, in the dic tion ary.
There'll always be questions
Begging for urgent answers,
As long as life in continuum
Revolve within its perimeters.
Far from anyone's wisdom
Are all the daily occurrences
Which in different episodes
Appear from variant courses.
Despite all the sought clues
By man in every walks of life,
The law of darkness still rules
As the world keeps to strife.
Who was there at creation
That would not weep bitterly
For that beautiful perfection
That has become disorderly?!
I was born cradled inside your palm
within the perimeters of a safe haven
brought to life by loving silty fingers
Rose is what I heard you call me
staying true to my appellative name
I chose to bloom inside your heart
Many butterflies and bumblebees
sat on my flowerhead but only you
were the apple of my eye, dear heart
I was born to please you and only you
enclosed and surrounded I thrived,
like a rose, in a tangled mess of flowers.