Short Reeds Poems

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


Bamboo Reeds

The bamboo reeds away in the
elusive wind,

as the sun rolls down on the country side,

The townspeople look on with pride.


All Reeds Are Not Tuned

Harmony 	
                                               All reeds are not tuned
                                                          Chaotic
Form: Senryu

Christmas In the Plain of Reeds

CHRISTMAS IN THE PLAIN OF REEDS

Three on isolated holiday;
Cambodia on the horizon.
The reeds sway in the wind,
rippling like drifting snow,
their touch a ringing bell.
So close to the Border,
so far from Christmas,
so far from home.

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© Jw Nugent  Create an image from this poem.

The Reeds Bend the Wind

… the reeds bend the wind
G. Milev

where the blue is a mirage 
for the forehead bent 
the man is undressed
and dry soil drops out of his lips
the sadness is an illusion for those ones
who clench the shores with their teeth 
and the articulated reeds swing…
sad

Reeds, Water's Edge

Two reeds at water's edge, siblings
in size and suppleness, fend in wind their
all but invisible life, as miraculous as yours,
or my own: their 'Watcher in the Rye"?  No!--
but surely the Watcher in the Sky, who
made their delicate life, and ours.  Shall take
a knife from within its sheath, cordon, 
and fashion a festive braid for a funeral wreath
while wind sings for all us careless things
of accidental beauty, resigned to the eye-
less blind that do not see us?
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Hope Flickers in the Reeds

Set sail in feathered ships.
Guided by shattered stars and bent sextants.
A little white tempest becomes a black water witch.
Hatched from a devil's chrysalis.
Sails are whipped and torn in half.
Fashion a crucifix from a broken mast.
Souls churn upon Poseidon's spitz.

Slothful morning arrives. 
Amidst the frothy angel tide.
An armada of prayers ignites.
Unable to buoy any sign of life.
The last candle flickers in the reeds.
Search and rescue throttles down to recovery.
Form: Rhyme

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