Short Salutary Poems

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


Praise

Praise Mind of all minds: Supermind!
Spirit of all salutary spirits: Come Holy Spirit
O Spine of all prophetic spines: Superspine!
Poet & poetess with gospel of shalOm: Superpoet
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Divine Divinity

sanguine sanguinity is divine divinity
fostering fusion is divine sanction
molting mate is divine fate
rendering rind is divine mind
salutary support is divine rapport

Premium Member Emotions

From the fathomless well of blessed
Emotions,
The salutary water of love my 
Soul drew

For

To quench her burning thirst for  
Affection
And make my life’s dreams to come 
True! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
    21 MARCH 2014
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Salutary Sleep

had the Lord felt it proper bestowing a son unto 
me to grow with my three healthy daughters

I would teach the boy as a man it’s improper for 
your daughter to see her father cry when she is 

ghosting a waking nightmare just learning to fly

Premium Member Panacea

Come, oh Love! 

You, salutary medicine of the soul,

Come!


Let your presence in Man’s heart, panacea* 

For 

Humanity’s ills to become!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
    04 MARCH 2014


*Panacea:
Daughter of Asclepius- God of healing and medicine- and sister of Health, 
supposed to heal all ills or diseases!
Form: Epigram


For What It Is

Old men
see death
more clearly

When young
all life
is blind

The magic in
that voice
who calls

In
salutary
rhyme

Old men
embrace
the knocking

That 
signifies
the end

Their souls
intact
for travel

Their
legacy 
befriends

That road
beyond
tomorrow


Where 
posterity
inures

Awaits
the man
who braved the storm

And leaves
this world
— secure

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Times

Such trying times, these are
You just never know
What might occur during them,

Is anyone safe?
Are you able to eat?
Are you able to survive?
Who’s caught it?
What shall we do?
Is anybody actually afflicted?

There’s a chance,
Though perhaps just as likely
As the salutary rains
Pouring in the Atacama.

Though heartbreaking it is
Realizing that nobody,
Absolutely not a living soul,
Can even put forth the effort
To realize the truth
That encircles all of us.

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