Short Regaled Poems
Short Regaled Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Regaled by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Regaled by length and keyword.
a shipwrecked treasure
clipper ship on the sea floor
a pirates envy
never recovered
regaled in sea shanties
considered a myth
O these coolnesses!
Blown off a water.
Re-encountered, regaled again
Each face in summer.
With noon's energy
Nightfall's toned down is
Shake a bluff, maidenhair bank
Hurtled off; sat. bliss!
Adored, loved, and regaled from Melbourne to Perth
She's my blue heeler, the source of such joy and mirth
With her Dingo—DNA
She's a free spirit all the way
And the best mate one could ever hope for on earth!
3/4/23
sublime
rendering
a
fascinating
obscure
ouevre
as
hindsight
wanders
in
the
majestic
tender
& poignant
exquisite
creative
terrain
regaled
&brimming
with
delicate
love
sounds
I own the whole Earth,
but I don't have the documents...
I love flowers but I don't have
the gardens...
I'm sick of having everything
and have nothing...
I'm sick of having eyes,
and not being able to adopt them...
This life so regaled
it's worth almost nothing...
It hurts a lot, so to live... !
Flowers
Flowers are but a small preview
of the gifts that are awaiting you
in the home reserved by God on high
in His Heaven hidden by the sky.
Weeds
A plant of significance and worth
regaled and loved somewhere on Earth
is a weed although it doesn't know it
if appearing where you wouldn't grow it.
By Joyce
Oh, to sway in a hammock of palm
Glistening in sunlight from our nearest star
Surrounded by trios of succulent mango
Heeding the beat of a jungle psalm
Oh, to rock in a cradle of cotton
Tinted by prism of rainbow delight
Regaled by the whispers of breezy blue rivers
Bedeviled by nothing, all troubles forgotten
Red: A Definition
Primary and indispensable.
Intuitively felt as warm, never cold.
Romantic in its nature with body and depth.
Wafting sentience from a glass,
Willing drama to a bedroom.
Regaled as royalty by nature,
Often reduced by perception.
Best known and least understood.
Loyal, virtuous, the keeper of secrets,
The orator of life,
The measure of love.
U-Universal
L-Lights
T-Twinkle
I-In
M-Miraculous
A-Assemblies
T-Trailing
E-Edge
C-Cheerful
H-Hymns
R-Regaled
I-In
S-Season’s
T-Tidings
M-Merrymaking
A-Angels
S-Sacred
S-Spirit
G-Gratitude
I-Incarnate
F-Festive
T-Thoughts
T-Together
O-Offer
H-Hope
U-Understanding
M-Mutuality
A-Attachment
N-Newborn
I-Inspiration
T-Tender
Y-Yearnings
BABY BOOM BAM
balding oaks — tires blend Autumn leaves crisp notes.
the full foliage of pines spritz the lane in Christmas furs.
picture perfect stroll, auto snapshot arranged in year’s portfolio.
baby boom bam — colors come alive — cheerful scene
no longer rests in New England...baby’s born in the South too.
11/24/2019
*Movie: “Baby Boom” regaled the beauty of Autumn
Is it the nightingale, regaled a muse,
Enchantment of her lips — a poem?
Her brown-chiffon wings reverberate.
Nutrients of the earth in her open beak.
“Sing, my darling, of pure sweet pleasure.”
Palms pressed to their hearts, Hansel and Gretel
eat up the breadcrumbs of sorrowful souls.
6/19/2020
ON BROADWAY Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Into the valley of death
Fighting the dragon demon
Numb from the heat of his breath
Deaf to the yellin' and screamin'
Lying in vomit and left for dead
An angel of mercy arrived
Touching the sickness inside my head
How lucky I was to survive
Battles regaled in chronicled tales
As scars from the wounds grow deeper
Telling others I see, Just like me
The dragon belongs to the reaper
by Daniel Turner
Feb 25 2017
The few the brave,
Real action do they crave,
They fight they die,
Yet some are lucky to survive.
Bold and Brash,
No task too rash,
Country before self,
Care for others not oneself.
Fear and torment by the score,
Overcome by pluck galore,
Each new day so full of life,
Little thought for pain or strife.
Such brave souls they shall not age,
Their deeds remembered stage by stage,
Regaled and feted by us all,
Honor, duty their one call.
I want not someone else’s words
Though beautiful they are to me
Inspired, yes. I want to feel
But let my words flow sure and free
My fickle muse awaits his call
Yet bellows simply do not wake
And patience is now wearing thin
This rest needs no more time to take
Is confidence the culprit here
Has insecurity prevailed
I’m wishing, hoping fervently
My pen to swiftly be regaled