Short Pleasantness Poems

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


Tenacity

Persistence is the answer
To get what you desire
Keep moving ever forward
Till you get your reward
For strength and hope and wisdom
Are there to say: Shalom!
Welcome now to pleasantness
Do live in happiness.
Form: Rhyme


Shined

Brilliant you are
for you always write good things
Beautiful, elegant delight
you are just right.
Enchanting me with excellence
always great with pleasantness.
I love your words, I love your mind
with yours I've read- you've shined.
Form: Rhyme

Sound Waves Throughout the Day

There are certain sounds That please the ear. There are certain chords You’d like to hear… Certain melodies Become our remedies.
- music is for the soul

Darkness of Life

After being chary during every forthcoming gesticulation, her interesting kaleidoscope 
laughter, meticulously neurotically overzealous pleasantness, quickly restored 
suppressed...trembling; undeniably victorious wrinkled Xanthippe yelled zealously.

© January 2, 2012
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: ABC

Unity

Action is upon us
The truth is with us
Guided by heaven's angels
We succeed our own expectations

Moving to places far and near
We have it in our sights
Prosperous is it's name
Precise is it's way

Watching, waiting, ready to move
Joy is what we feel
Pleasantness is the idea
Together we will prevail
Form:


Premium Member Deep Green

in the coolness of shadows
in the misty fountain spray
thrilling to summer's last steps
in midst of birdsong

in a park of pleasantness
so peaceful near the flowers
radiance rules the daytime 
echoing through night

green is the color of life
and August is so alive
butterflies brighten the shade
this peaceful Sunday
Form: Dodoitsu

Peace Is Best Politics 6

Peace is the best politics

Peace is the heart of victories
Way and its idealogy are the best pleasantness
.
literatural Academy of cultures
Flowring soul of societies

Its philosophy is extensive
Best live political

Beatiful Of every Challenge
Accordant with existence law

Heavenly Confederacy
Godhood order to existence

Fabric of My Soul

Oh life that beacons creativity.
Thy pleasantness has taught me oh so well.
Drawn out from fountains flowing deep within
Onto the canvas waiting for its sight,
That when paintbrushes strike with flow and flare,
My visions issue from me with no doubt.
And thus my soul becomes with fabric won.

© January 2, 2012
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Premium Member Nightfall

Like a raspberry sorbet tranquility is dripping onto my little valley. In twilight’s cooling flavor birds twitter and leaves whisper. I savor the pleasantness of nightfall's sweet dessert. May 16, 2020 Submitted Sept. 19, 2021 for theme 4: Nightfall For the ''N'' Poems, New Or Old Poetry Contest of Constance La France

Premium Member Kiss the Rain

Lost and wandering through the desert sands
Each footstep brings a sense of pain
Every time I see a fresh oasis
It's a mirage playing tricks upon my brain

Desolation steeped in loneliness
Is a sensation that I disdain
I drop down on my knees and pray
In a self-loathing refrain

The hope of future pleasantness
Keeps me from going totally insane
I dream of cloud bursts springing forth
In which I kiss the rain
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Prayer For My Marvelous Mother

May you flourish in the field of faith and fruitfulness...
May you reign in the palace of peace and pleasantness...
May you soar in the skies of sweetness and success... 
May you grow in the garden of grace and gorgeousness...
May you glow in the galaxies of goodness and greatness...
May you reach the heights of honour and happiness...
May you radiate boundless beauty and blessedness...
I love you yesterday, today and always your royal cuteness
Form: Monorhyme

Bitter Lover

Ever heard of a Bitter Lover?
They are generally sweet but like no other,
They topple the towers with their cunning,
And make you scared so you continue running,
The theory of why they are like this is,
They said fair well and buried their pleasantness,
They are always roaming the oiled bridge,
On the edge of the secure well-rehearsed ridge,
Creating rituals to conceal mysteries,
Floating and drifting between many beliefs,
Yet they go and ask another,
Ever heard of a Bitter Lover?

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