Short Robe Poems
Short Robe Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Robe by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Robe by length and keyword.
Gory clouds, glossy effect
Like an ended Spartan war
Fueled by a magical orb
In a robe of blood.
29/06/2013
Contest: Red Sun
leaves of papered gold
a robe for the autumn king...
for a crown the stars
date: 9/8/22
(used 'syllable counter' website)
Love colors I wear
When I truly dare to live
Through whim upon whim.
Love a colorful spectrum.
Daydreams coming true again.
It was a moon ago,
that l saw,
saw her in magnificent robe,
my senses to rob,
in my heart, l opened of the door the knob
Around Globe Trump Whore A Robe Horn Haiku
Went around the globe,
While Trump was wearing a robe;
Earing in long lobe.
Jim Horn
And when at last summer's robe descends
She flings toward the air her heady scent.
Andrea Dietrich's Lovin' Summer Contest
Obi Wan Kenobi
Said “dooby do be dobie”
He wasn’t one but nearly two
And didn’t know just what to do
In his brownie, Kenobi robe(y)
awake, it has risen, awake!
it is time to make and take
it is time to think and be
Take it now for a robe
before the world rises to bake
I admire the geisha girl’s
jet black hair, pretty white face
and embroidered pink silk robe
as we sip our tea
For Deb’s Walk Softly contest
Wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood
Hatred sits on his throne of thorns and
thinks on how to kill Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Wearing a crown of Fire and a robe of blood
Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns and thinks
on how to kill Love
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood
Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns and thinks
on how to kill Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
My Father
Tanka
Preaching the Gospel
In his hand is a Bible
Wearing white long robe
Gave me my first communion
The Father - is my father.
Wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood
Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns and
and thinks on how to kill Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Star studded night sky
woven on your purple robe
glow dreams infinite
Contest One haiku sponsored by Rick Parise
Date June 7 2017
Wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood
Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns and
thinks on how how to kill Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
I could shed rags for an emperor's robe
I could climb mountains to escape the sea
I could circumnavigate the globe
But there's no escaping
The me of me.
leaf birls in floe winds
trees harvest flaming dry fire
earth’s robe a suite of patterns
November 2, 2022
Brain Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
A molt of white robe
Cold blade plunges into shame
Crimson flower blooms
Big giant thanks to Dr. Cordoba,
Who attended career day in Robe-A,
Went to school in the east,
Hypnotherapist beast.
We are licensed, Me and Dr. Cordo
Rasputin had to order a new robe,
To increase his depleted wardrobe,
He thought pink would look nice
But he should've thought twice,
His followers left in a drove.
Hatred
Hatred sits upon his throne of skulls and bones wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on how to kill Love.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Under the hallow darkness of a November sky
Final grace came to her with one final sigh
Only the earthly robe is left now where she lie
"Project U. F. O." contest
I am lonely,
though living in a busy lane.
I get limpid silently
with my a vast pen.
The pen sometimes tends to bend,
bend to be trigger to robe the robbers.
FOR MY LIPS TO LOVE
FOR MY LIPS TO LOVE
My love
the moon hides
behind dark clouds.
I open your robe
in the darkness.
Your moan tells me
where they are
for my lips to love.