Short Ribboned Poems
Short Ribboned Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ribboned by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ribboned by length and keyword.
1. with a fragment of devotion still lodged inside her heart, he lives on.
2. with his last bastion of hope, he called out her name and the stars fell down.
3. with their red ribboned love affair splitting and fraying words were no longer enough.
The horses’ lacy white petticoats and ribboned pantaloons
Were kicked almost as high as a delightful orange harvest moon.
The anger came from the big burly brown baboons
Who were left out by the snotty uppity raccoon.
I felt like an uninformed ridiculous goon,
Because I had assigned the notorious snotty coons
The task of doling out the petticoats and the pantaloons.
I've got one thing for Christmas time
That I've had all the year---
The Christmas lights of your two eyes
Whenever you appear.
The sweetest, softest tinsel known
Hangs golden down your head,
While all the songs of lasting joy
Are every word you've said.
I have unwrapped you o'er and o'er,
My present without cease;
De-ribboned on the tissued floor
I clasp my Christmas Eve.
(5 words per line)
Christmas frolic now spreads unwrapped,
all love intended packs unstrapped.
Each gift ribboned emotions rapt
to reveal joy poignantly apt.
Memories have great heart impact
people seek to keep intact.
Christmas doses produce love extract
to sweeten cheers lasting distract.
May love I Christmas exact,
imprint Christmas love as fact.
RAPUNZEL’S RIBBON
a Rare prince
climbs hAir gladly,
kicks uP braids.
Untied ribbon-rope
steers a reNegade’s heart.
his Zealous mission -
win a princEss,
Lighten her life.
Serendipity brought him
her Rosy cheeks.
he must Imbibe
her ribBoned streaks.
Bold and courageous,
dOwn they go,
cutting Netherworld ties.
3/27/2019
Ribbon Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
The worn, torn, decepid book,
Sits in silence all alone.
Hiding stories from in and out,
Stories only it can ever own.
I want to open it, need to witness,
But its pages are welded tight.
This closed, red ribboned book,
Stares and glares defiantly every night.
This worn, torn decrepid book
Came from a beautiful loved past life.
Closed, it keeps our secrets hidden,
Safe from any past lived strife.
Heaven's graceful arm
Unveils destiny's charm.
Cradled in white billows
Dusk rolls in on wispy pillows.
A sunset of candy apple red
Melts into clusters of grape beds.
A lemon lime hue of reflection
Closes the day in perfection.
Night flowers perfume the air
Romance is allowed to share.
Visuals stimulate and stir
Hypnotizing scents procure.
"A ribboned scented night "
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
FLOWERS
Bluebells sing of jolly spring days
In damp fields with sparkling rills
And the scented blue haze
Filling our nostrils
Hidden in bunches of daffodils in rooms
Are cemetery visits to make the stones neat
And replace spent plastic blooms
Wilting in the heat
Chauffeur-driven car and chrysanthemums
Suggest weddings with expensive foods
And speeches and photo albums
And windshields ribboned to hoods.
Words have color and intent,
texture, size and shape;
loosed by emotions we give
legs to lowly travel, and wings
to keep them aloft~ those articulated
ribboned kites we fly in our poetry
Once released, we can never take
them entirely back
Words knit together and scatter,
Blend and splatter
Mend and shatter – make smile
and tear...
Words are everything to
marvel under and over
Something for everyone
we should both treasure
and fear.
We plunge cool cotton ...
Swimming sheets and each other,
Your fair flesh, my deep water.
I drown in your craving ...
You swoon, wrapped in ribboned moonlight.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Second Edition Of Wayra" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.
(This is a WAYRA, a South American five-line verse, [pentastich], with syllable counts of 5, 7, 7, 6, 8, unrhymed. Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. Inspired by the image above).
Waves of pale blue wafted through the quilted Texas sky
Highlighting the tangerines and lavenders of the evening
Grandpa’s old windmill looked picturesque in the distance
Sundown believes in imagination, adoration and fantasy
I stared into the ribboned distance, wondering if the trees suspected
They had an essential part in the mystique of the moment
Birds were reverent, none of them flew through the backdrop
My camera captured the night’s beauty, but not her silent ambiance
she runs on the sand
to the far, intense ocean
ribboned hat is left
running towards sea
she cannot wait to begin
pink ribbons vibrate
she is running still
the sand runs between her toes
hat waits for the tide
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Oil Painting
11/22/2015
Contest - Oil Paintings 4 & 5
Sponsor - Eve Roper
2nd place win