Short Riffle Poems
Short Riffle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Riffle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Riffle by length and keyword.
The plain song moves
Drifting on the wind
Flags riffle
At its passing
A nervous horse
Prances and kicks
Death pauses
Wipes his plate
For rich feeding
Combat approaches
Naught but a billowed vagabond
A breeze longing to shriek
Soar on an eagle’s up draft
Plunge, predator-like, to earth
Riffle the grasses as I pursue
The limitations of my fate
A howling wind
Playing castanet leaves
Rattles the trash cans
Ruffles the squirrel’s tail
Limits avian air traffic
Spins fallen leaves
Into street corner protests
Under the riffle of an unseen flag
butterflies flutter in your presence
bluebells ring the sound of your voice
bold moon gives bright sun a turn
fireflies light when you smile
streams riffle your name
my heart hammers
in my mind
is this
love
Book pages riffle dance
Feeling its steady glance
Thoughts soaked up
Dreams turnup
Time doesn’t halt
Nostalgic vault
Somber fingers
Forehead expression lingers
Outside world nonexistent
Substantially existent
1/29/2025
A hunting riffle
And a yell…
On the blue shade of silence
Scratches:
Flashes light in the horizon
The quietness…
Worms spin the fortune wheel;
Interfere with mermaids’ songs-
Pierced by the arrow
The sunset is blocked
Between the eyelashes.
(translated by Laura Bogdan )
Some days I feel delightful
Others leave me feeling spiteful
One a few, I wish I had had a riffle
But they're just days at the end of the day
Meant to pass in different ways
How it does, only I have that say
So whatever a new day my bring
I try to remember to deeply breathe
And remind myself that how I will feel will be completely up to me
Form:
Acorns line the yard,
proud stoic soldiers
protecting homeland,
women, and children.
Burnt-brown caps askew
on beige chilly heads
awaiting the rush
of Autumn’s medley.
Aural leaves riffle,
padding the rough path
with scarlet flutters
of fallen heroes.
Eyes now unseeing
feeding from the loam
in hopes Spring will root
life from sacrifice.
As daylight crept away, defeated
A darkness called me to be seated
Beneath a tree that was no more
Beside a silenced, absent, shore
a cold wind chuckles
passersby turn from her greeting
cul-de-sac trash swirls
a fallen sparrow
feathers riffle in the cold
a bitter wind howls
their hats now tilted
snowmen lean into the sun
carrots sniffing springtime
i riffle in thoughts
on the threshold
of this day
orchid folds
blush against
crimson shades
as memories emerge
in semblance of you
i can almost hear
your breath rise
then fall
amidst trees
like a mistral
of autumn's air
i shiver
in its touch
as i blush
within the rise
of thoughts
more flushed
then the horizon
day breaks
less satiated
then i
once again
M16-Noah Holden
I hold 30 bullets to the magazine,
I am the best friend to every marine,
Each bullet travels through my chamber,
When in the hands of a marine your sure to be in danger,
I shoot single shot or in spurts of three,
Pull my slide back to cock me,
My bullet size is 7.62x25,
Get shot by me and I doubt you’ll be alive,
I am an M16A2 assault riffle machine gun,
Come against me and your sure to be done.
Form:
Sometimes a breeze can be
a pleasurable presence.
It makes the curtains shimmy as
it creeps into my room.
They ripple with a twitch and flutter now,
pleasant with a warmish ruffle.
But that breeze becomes a wind,
the curtains wobble, riffle, ripple.
Warmth has become wintry:
a wobble and a ruffle bestow
violence now with a blow.
Close that window and tell
that gust to go, quit, take leave.
Yes, it does have a name I try not to utter.
(30 Nov 2024)
Mist rises from the mountains and meets
rain clouds spilling down the canyon.
Fish ducks fly up river, their
breasts just skimming the water.
The heron stands in the shallows, his
neck arched, looking deep into the riffle.
Fish rise to feed in the cool water; the
river otters play on the grey rocks.
Rain drops like diamonds on the surface
of the water; peaceful moments on the river.
Just returned from a fishing trip on the Klamath River
in northern Ca. Glorious!