Short Portals Poems
Short Portals Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Portals by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Portals by length and keyword.
In the middle of life
although halfway finite
I'm still opening portals of time
in search of infinity
He stood by
my cradle
And followed
my hearse
Unlocking
two portals
Both blessing
— and curse
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
stealthy
creeps the mist
slips into
minds
shutting portals
doors
tempering flames
extinguishing sparks
silence
Birds revel on shimmy petals
Fervid wings stretching over sepals
Thistles on the other side, live in deep purples
Whistles of portals imbued by warbles
Interference eventually settles, oh my! as we cry
To the portals we witness as the clouds refrain
It's the map of the world, indifferently strange!
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My words
while poetic,
unlock the paths...
While immaterial,
go through doors
and portals...
While this happens,
I'm learning to do
poetry...!
Stroll into those heart shaped portals of fire,
Where civilizations of souls have and
shall be set aflame there amidst love's fire;
Each lover, a grain of sand in love land.
What splendor, this melodic, lyrical tune
Lilting neath, this hypnotic, miracle moon
Mozart's mortal delight, sings in portals of light
What magical moments, these moments in June
peerlessly
paint poetry peaks
portals pop
plant poppies ~
peacocks, penguins, panthers pray
powerful peace pierce
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Plotted dis-----courses
Imminent domain portals
floating prism light shows
Energy from all life eternal
eclipses all exit strategies
Soul train revival
ride of your lives
Get on board for infinity.
April
Your strayed eyes are blurred with tears
And famished heart,
So smothered with fears,
You don’t see
The lush green of the park
And the pink blossoming tree.
Sangeet Portals, October 2022
Hymn of owls
Symmetric opus
Hymn of owls
Traveling skies
the nebula of darkness
brought me here
As I lay in this mortal cascet
of sombre yearning
I journey through portals
my funeral fire, now burning
Portals of perception …
they used to get taught
to seekers and dreamers
and children unwrought
Depravity and greed
force fed to the young
with lies and betrayal
—their futures forgone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
imagery,
vistas,
portals
of vision,
a vibrant
panorama:
pathways
to the poetic
to explore
to expose
words..
to
devise:
to
distill
thoughts
never
yet spoken
Confident ,
Ambitious,
It shows in your stance,
How did you,
On your part,
Take my heart by chance,
With a glance,
And a smile,
Love at the first sight,
In a trance,
True romance,
In the portals if your eyes
tropical raindrops in the open orchid
labial portals
loosely folded
a rouged acceptance
a decorative wheelbarrow
as green as wet moss
tilts to see
small pungent gardens
listen
to their hothouse fevers
Driven by passion
fueled by delight
Each morning a welcome
giving birth to the night
Both offer one message
twin portals divine
Two options before me
—the choosing sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
The obsolete beast of prey
Out of the bogs and mists,
Is leaving his prints in the clay,
Proving that he exists.
A “mythical beast” indeed!
Fasten your portals tight--
The silver-scaled snake will feed
Somewhere on someone tonight.
Form:
Multiplying Mirrors (Lanterne Series)
Self
fractals
whispering
through soft glass
flame
Eyes
reflect
memory
in breath-bound
shine
Time
drips down
each echo
folding one
face
We
become
recursive
portals through
One
two wings and a spirit of grace
aerial ventures, I better brace
portals venues open space
time slows down we embrace
suddenly ascending a staircase
I espy an Angel, made of lace.
see the petals form
follow on early spring
storm on daffodils
you have your festivals
to arrange
See the tulips gallop sun dance
Celebrate the green portals in the garden
prestige your sun bronzed shoulders
hoe down to the soil
Propaganda,
Misinformation,
Newspeak;
Word on the street.
World War three?
We'll see.
Google,
Facebook
YouTube;
Dogman,
Mothman,
UFOs and portals.
Bad,
Badder,
Worst;
Causing me to stay at home,
Like a hermit,
And jump at shadows.
A gullet of flesh choking on coarse hair
or more like a whirlpool spitting lint
and gritty, wretched pus.
The navel is barely a poetic subject,
that is unless you consider disgusting portals
to the murky inner self a philistine concept,
which many might.
Fools.
Ebony and Ivory faces, portals of little souls.
Smiles pressed upon the rainy day window,
joy sprung from wells eternal on display,
draw crystal waters of love from my own soul,
and I suddenly sense my discovery of this treasure,
now hidden in my deepest places.
Letters are skinned
in the memory
by whose hands
they work with them...
even versions
from the folds of the soul....
tear the physical body
through the portals of feelings
housed in the recondite...
So they practice all the time
to give birth to life poem... !