Short Pneuma Poems

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


Premium Member edvard talks to himself

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                              not
                       not      pneuma
                           whilst
                           are listening

                               '')
Form: Epigram


Premium Member Pneuma Lament

Dole
Killed
Slowly
Wailing soul
With an expiry
That is not perceived with the eyes
But is eroding the deep fibers of thou being
Until thee become stagnant without feeling profound emotions that stir your senses










3-16-2016
Form: Fibonacci

An Octave of Reality

I find everyone riding the acme of jubilance,
but weeping at their inflated gloominess
Thy lords have created everything,
yet every pneuma is suffering
If you watch closely,
there is so much satire in this tiny sphere,
Every leaf that breathes,
hides an ache deep underneath.
Form: Lyric

As the Cup Runneth Over

As the Cup Runneth Over

	           thirst
             dire, immediate
 pleading, despairing, compelling
 newborns, world, pneuma, rivers
    living, assuaging, redeeming
            quenched, blessed
                  wellspring






(c) sally young eslinger 11/8/2023
Form: Diamante

Premium Member mine thump'n me

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          When pneuma see me
           Dancing in the grass
             az the leprechaun
                    Smiling
          Tossing flakes uv gold
              'bout mine roam

          they see the eccentric
                      soul

            I see your smiling
                    grace
                     face


Eucalyptus

Eucalyptus
Amidst those scorching rays,
Standing tall; limbs high up,
Waving, not caring to disrupt.
Roots, busy finding their ways,
Shallow inside flimsy ground.
Inner serenity, not corrupting
When the reflection of bearing
No fruits is taken into account.
Alive to the pneuma of its life,
Laying in essence of its leaves.
Bane of its longevity, still eased,
Pull of timber want, on the rise.
Mere portrayal of more than just 
 A giving empire, meant to be cut…
Form: Rhyme

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