Short Remit Poems
Short Remit Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Remit by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Remit by length and keyword.
Flickering flame of scent
teasing wick ascend
shadows upon our skin
stories of love and laughter remit
into your body of waxy ado
to burn with tender moments of new
Categories:
remit, love,
Form:
I do not know?
A wicked wick of tallow lit
witch's sacrifice remit,
smoky tapered candles fit
in a dead man's skull a writ.
Eyes ablaze Satan permits,
the single soul to rest a bit,
and blood runs-- into the pit
in candle light the witches flit.
Categories:
remit, mystery,
Form:
Monorhyme
Chained between church&cloister she chose to be
A picture of the Christian walk,for all to see;
A mystic life was her remit
Visions of Divine love,was her writ-
In the world..but not of it !
Tribute to Julian of Norwich(note Julian was both a man's& woman's name in the
1300's)
Categories:
remit, faith, history, people,
Form:
Narrative
Chained between church&cloister she chose to be
A picture of the Christian walk,for all to see;
A mystic life was her remit
Visions of Divine love,was her writ-
In the world..but not of it !
Tribute to Julian of Norwich(note Julian was both a man's& woman's name in the
1300's)
Categories:
remit, christian, people,
Form:
Rhyme
another red mark on this tender wrist
for every chance that I've missed
for all the times I've betrayed
for all the mistakes I have made
I've made my bed
so I'll lie in it
i'll wallow in sorrow
I hope you will remit
take me back, i need you now
take me back, someday somehow
take me back, say you'll stay
take me back, blow me away
Categories:
remit, lost loveme, me,
Form:
Lyric
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our vaginas
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit
We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are blessed with our babas
We are in control of our own vaginas
Not the church or the holy order
Categories:
remit, america, betrayal, people, political, religion, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Five In One
There’s so many contests I’ve done
The remit of this sounded fun
To pick a profession
I have a confession
I simply can’t pick only one
So...
Astronomers deal with astronomy
While Chefs get involved with gastronomy
My Plumber mends leaks
My kid’s teacher speaks
While Poets all play with word-onomy
5 January 2019
For Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
remit, word play,
Form:
Limerick
wandering past the same tree twice—
would remit that one was lost,
but like a book,
maybe it’s the one you picked up again that you never finished,
but why didn’t you finish it the first time?
for what you seek lies past the spine,
but a great story should not captivate solely at its
departure,
for leaving one to sit through pain for a happy ending
is delusion.
Categories:
remit, love,
Form:
Free verse
When they heard it screamed a 'Damn it!'
One of them had dared to submit
That Charles, Incurable Hermit,
Chair their forthcoming First Summit
"I'm not shocked, his own dad Hermit:
Why wouldn't he such views permit?"
More screams of 'Bull !' and 'Damn it!'
Didn't George reckon that summit.
To hermits is outside their remit
Not like to a kin cash remit
And face a life of self-limit...
Categories:
remit, change, community, hate, prejudice,
Form:
Rhyme
Founders Profit Academy online
To which you must make a beeline
Learning anything beyond limit
Teaching everything is our remit
Join us if, about learning you are curious
You will find us, not always serious
You may think I always jest
Actually we promise you a learning fest
Categories:
remit, 12th grade, africa, business, graduate, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif
Some days it can be easily pulled off
Other days it requires an exorcism
Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’
Hides my receding hairline like a charm
Sophistication to my head’s yardarm
Its antidote is a very windy day
Requiring heavy doses of hairspray
When it works my lady wants to stroke it
I recoil in fear, making her remit
For a single finger can ruin it
It’s a fickle angel to babysit
Categories:
remit, fashion, funny,
Form:
Other
No sneers from me
No spite for thee
No malice for you
Bonhomie on view
No fight day or night
Hmmm…
That’s about right
The moral of this
That ought to be told
Is serve your soup warm
Neither too hot…
Nor cold
*
[This was written for Milton’s ‘5 New Year
resolutions’ contest, but I felt it didn’t quite fit
the remit. Wasn’t going to post it, but in light
Of Soup’s communique re bullying, I felt it held
Some water.]
Categories:
remit, anti bullying, friendship,
Form:
List
The clocks go forward
Our clocks are then put back
I was under the illusion that time
Was physics domain or remit
So why are we allowed tinkering with it
Is it broken and who are we to fix it
365 Day's
4 Season's
12 Month's
As the American's say
Do the Math
It all adds up
So why defy
What is the reason
For changing time
Twice a year
One hour forward
One hour back
Dark winter's
Light summer's
Something's never needed changing
Categories:
remit, change,
Form:
Free verse
If I could return to youth's embrace,
I'd seek the traces of my past mistakes,
Examine the stones that caused me to fall,
And cherish the lessons, one and all.
With newfound wisdom, I'd take a new stride,
On that old pathway where dreams reside,
Toward the horizon of aspirations bright,
Igniting my heart with fervent light.
Yet, impossible it seems, for alas,
The past is gone, never to amass,
Regrets for missed chances, I must admit,
Yesterday's moments forever remit.
Categories:
remit, teen,
Form:
Rhyme