Short Rubicon Poems
Short Rubicon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rubicon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rubicon by length and keyword.
Rise up and ignite the freedom fire
Save Democracy before it's gone
Republic about to be Empire
Orange Julius crossing Rubicon
Categories:
rubicon, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Rubicon Crossing
I stand on the bank
looking at the deep water
old love behind me
new life on the other side
once I cross no turning back
Categories:
rubicon, love,
Form:
Tanka
For those for whom life is a waste
simple pleasures lose their taste
Dreams and butterflies never chased
their Rubicon crossed in criminal haste
Categories:
rubicon, butterfly, dream, life,
Form:
Monorhyme
Looking back
speed is warped
looking forward
it slows
Each memory
a racehorse
that goes
and it goes
Intuition
the truant
in what it
will bring
When time
is reversed
and the Jester
— is King
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Categories:
rubicon, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A
debt
we owe;
to nature
inevitably
The last walk into the sunset
It's a rubicon crossed; a point of no return reached
Inevitably casting it's grim, dark shadow and devouring all forms of life
Date written and posted: 03/16/2019
Categories:
rubicon, dark, death, perspective,
Form:
Fibonacci
The threshold of my Rubicon,
a thousand times been crossed!
For though I've lost I've also won
at such a dire cost.
Locked inside my oubliette,
covered in frost, I cannot feel.
I pace and fret, and shan't forget-
I'm but a cog in a greater wheel...
Categories:
rubicon, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Homicide
Homs Damascus Allepo
Home to homeless rubicon
Haunted hangman’s habitat
Humanity castrated
Hosts of hegemomial
Holocaustic genocide
Harvest of hypocrisy
7-7-7-7-7-7-7 checked
howmanysyllables.com
27th September 2016
Categories:
rubicon, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
Edgar Allan Poe
Died in 1849, you know.
We heard his telltale heart beneath the floor;
Then quoth the raven: nevermore!
Napoleon Bonaparte,
His marriage to Josephine got blown apart.
Her barrenness: his Rubicon;
His name, he thought, should live ever on.
Categories:
rubicon, history,
Form:
Clerihew
The decisive die is cast
No rule is hard and fast
The Rubicon crossed and more
The Senate and other arms in tow
The Queen bee not to be rocked
Drones in hives,locked
The Emperor not at all shocked
As food reserves, de-stocked
The last Act and scene unfold
The conspirators, the Emperor scold
Daggers drawn; they await their fill
He gasps "and you, Brutus?" as they seal the kill
Categories:
rubicon, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
My soul is vexed
Heart in limbo
Where is my “CHI”
Like the gathering of ash
Log like my prince laid
In life quest of his transition
To Immortality, spirit man
Future mourners cry
Worthy prodigal emerged
The flesh of his flesh
To take the baton
Silver colour pendulum will
Swing him to the Rubicon of Immortality
To complete his inevitable circles
Categories:
rubicon, father, nostalgia, philosophy,
Form:
I do not know?
Eyes like cynthia's brow
starin beyond the cloud
in a ruminative refine gaze
indelliblely staring skyward
the men of the shadow deviced it
like a rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
and cross the rubicon....
Man is now cruel..
Man is bestial and blustery
Man is now a canal beast..
O why ar you so cruel?
Even to the unguilty
Yes! He was not a hood
you take even the unguilty
when ravening like a wild beast...
For who to take next
In this gloomy world...
Categories:
rubicon, death,
Form:
Elegy
Our misty eyes were destined for each other,
when at last we met at crossroads by the brook,
where voices in the sky did gently guide us,
up enchanting pathways known to but a few,
passed the prickly rose bush shepherds on each side of us,
the barren plains worn out by trampling hoofs,
over granite outcrops solemn crystal rubicon,
toward an ever arching slope that slowly rises above time and earthly longing,
to that peak beyond the sky where lovers dwell.
Categories:
rubicon, day, dedication, deep, destiny, devotion, emotions, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Ephemera hung from the philosopher’s stoned mind
A plethora of rubies dangled at the heart of suspense
Diaphanous souls mingled at crossroads of thought
Seeping miasma and fragrance cutting diamond’s edge
Archetypes flowing at the rubicon of incisive return
16th February 2020
I chose the words in bold for no reason other than they came to my mind. Let me
call it stream of consciousness, or poetry in motion ...
Categories:
rubicon, conflict,
Form:
Free verse