Short Satyrs Poems
Short Satyrs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Satyrs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Satyrs by length and keyword.
Whose Bliss Is This
whose bliss is this
when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge
a wild and roving gypsy girl
this pagan wench becomes
and takes me to the byroads
where fauns and satyrs run....
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Categories:
satyrs, earth, heart, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Nymphs
Sometimes
I write poems about
Wine and other essential
Molehills of Life at
4 AM when
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in
Sheer revelry at the
Mere notion he invented
Satyrs and other
Preternatural nymphs.
Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at
4:10 AM or thereabouts, if I rush outside into the
Oozing Black Syrup, I might brush against one,
Intentionally....
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Categories:
satyrs, fantasy, imagery, myth,
Form:
Free verse
Aboveground
“How may I help you?” asked the quasi-mother earth counter girl at the espresso bar/quasi-coffee house, “Oh, give me a cup of house coffee; after all, I’m just a caffeine slut,” I replied,
She looked startled, then controlled, gave me my beverage and returned to the cultivated profanity of a repressed wildflower aboveground disconnected from her roots in the fertilely non-sterile soil of mythic satyrs and sacred whores....
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Categories:
satyrs, allegory, me,
Form:
Free verse
Morning Stalks
Nurtured into a budding bloom
My hands are busy, they start and soon
Shake with blue; white; doves intone
Bones, body brown with eyes that drone
Like tiny gashes sewn up by hand
Tempered temper: fueled and fanned
Dripping dew from simple soil
Bead and bend, like drops of oil
Slick, smooth and shadowed still,
Rush the ground like boulders fill
Forgotten craters; satyrs; round and then
Devil’s whittled son, left wooden red....
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Categories:
satyrs, nature,
Form:
I do not know?
Crystal Country
Crystal country morning,
a splash of red barn,
just enough for that perfect painting.
A festive fairyland
where satyrs dance among
the wooden-glass spires dotting the land.
Did you catch a glimpse
of the snow fairy
as she whisks from tree-to-tree, like a honeybee.
Just outside of the
human realm lay those moments of childhoods imagination
inside the magic crystal country.
5-17-2021
ALL YOURS (May 18) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand...
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Categories:
satyrs, nature, poems, poetry, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Epistle Xvi - Byzantium
(I)
I am the very tip of
Byzantium’s jagged lance,
the bridge between
our forefather's fall
and the luminosity of the
our sons' golden age
(II)
I am the
Antiochian knight
burdened by
Mehmet’s yoke,
my torch
blazes with a
Varangian ire
that turns pagans and
satyrs, robed in
postmodern depravity,
into stone
(III)
My tale unravels
on cobbled pathways
mirroring Hagia Sophia’s spires,
beckoning before the
celestial halo –
apotheosis veiled by
dawn’s icy veneer...
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Categories:
satyrs, christian, god, history, jesus, religion, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse