Short Reposes Poems

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


Premium Member Frozen Embers

Frozen embers






aflame for years now
passion reposes in grave
embers freeze in ice....





Written August 31st, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma

Awarded 2nd place win
Form: Senryu


Silent One Quiet Mind

Silent One?? Quiet Mind??

Silent one, quiet mind; no.
It never ceases, it never reposes. 
Constance is what it seeks.
'You', you wish to decelerate
You wish to slow its pace.
When?
Silent One, Quiet Mind.

Premium Member the thundering quiet

 

the slowing of life_
eyes stare beyond this world
oh, the last gasp ~
then, the silence
the thundering quiet
a loved person now becomes "the body"
the soul has left
a stone statue reposes
I weep ...
my grief forever to be
Form: Grook

Demise

Demise

The mansion anchored seaside
erosion
from the wrath of the tide
impelled now reposes 
haunted on the rise.

The ocean floor raw,
uninhabitable,
like a barren womb, 
surrounds the symbol of
the über wealthy 1% 
alienated 

when the world collapsed.

She smiles

She's freer now
she spends her time
on the wherewithal
Through the bastions of yesterday
she prays for brighter days
She wrote me a letter
questions of sand
a matter of the heart
reposes a promise
comet like she smiles
Through concrete glades
a vetch on the hill
she is restoring yellow


Premium Member Happy Birthday Dear Husband

As I sit here with our grandson and gaze upon your headstone, hon, I lay a bouquet of white and pink roses for your birthday, now calm, my heart reposes. Happy Birthday my dear husband, father, and grandfather. We love and miss you. Wish you were still with us. 10/14/2019
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Secret of the Rosary

Offer roses for any needs-- bloomed rosebuds from prayed rosary beads. 
A poor holy soul reposes-- from our Little Crown of Roses. 
We must pray a whole rose garden, to help sinners' hearts not harden! 
And keep in our hearts the pure priest, with white roses of prayer increased. 
Plus don't forget the Chaplet too, and Consecration prayers renew...
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member I Wandered Through the Garden

I wandered through the garden weary Tracing her steps among the roses, Feeling her presence here I grew teary The scent of her perfume fondly reposes. Though she no longer tends the flowers Or walks these paths worn by her feet, She tends blossoms now in ivory towers Waits patiently until once again we meet.
written October 22, 2021
Form: Rhyme

Ode To a Vase With a Mango Flower

A lovely mango flower,
Reposes,
In a porcelain vase,
As if it has run away,
From its moonkissed,
garden,
And gala of stars,
Overwhelmed,
By its clusters,
Porcelain vase,
With,
an,
enchanted,
mango,
Flower,
You caress,
A magic,
Of,
Enchantment,
Fruit of petals,
Sensual midnights,
Vineyard waves,
That dances,
In,
A sweet,
deep,
loving,
Stillness
Reynaldo Casison
Form: Ode

In the Western Sky

The tangerine sun sets in the western sky, for eventide has come and bestowed ease- I sense the seagull’s echo in the breeze as he lifts off the dock to fly. Psalms sway as the day closes, for the sea cascades as the tide reposes. The tangerine sun sets in the western sky.
I chose #2 October 5, 2019 Joseph May Make it Seven Poetry Contest
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Afternoon Mosaic Garden

Rose quartz reposes in peridot buds Jade trees dangle Ruby Reds Unafraid lapis jays swoop on a topaz cat with emerald eyes lazing under a citrine sun Amethyst iris preen through amber rays of afternoon the shadow of a moon stone whispering behind an aquamarine sky A silent pool meditates in turquoise 1st Place Contest No. 300 Premier Sponsor: Brian Strand 6/21/17
Form: Imagism

For F

deep in death she lies within so cold
with the flesh I’ve so much raved about;
where time and all its majesties old
she lies, with beauty there and life without.

and i, in solemn silence, grieve
as thoughts meander in waves of sighs;
remembering, yet refusing to believe
that life has left her once-luminous eyes.

deep in slumber she reposes and rests, 
free from the fetters of fickle fate;
and the form that once felt warm caress,
have naught but only worms to sate.
Form: Rhyme

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