Short Sceneries Poems
Short Sceneries Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sceneries by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sceneries by length and keyword.
My designs are creative
My art is extraordinary
Hidden talent beyond
Shining upon.
Views shall be seen
Sold, unfold
Beautiful sceneries.
Flowers are wild dreams in the making
Trying to present themselves
Sceneries in our landscapes every day
Blooming gifts for ourselves
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Indigo deepens
loveliness seasons convey
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sunbeams excel streaming down
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War has such graphic sceneries of,
Dying man, of starving Childs, and wailing wife’s.
Isn’t it captivating and sad how death paints his canvas,
With sorrow and hate straight out of our weeping souls.
Form:
Moments are transient
Nothing stays the same
One blink of your eyes
And you will see a change
As you sail on the sea
There may be a modification of course
New sceneries will appear
Along with a reflective force
Here in the moment
No one clearly knows what to expect
We live life carefully
In order to avoid sorrow and regret
The world will keep spinning
We must adapt accordingly
Things occur unexpectedly
Sceneries will change incessantly
Mirrored with
Mysteries
You have amalgamated.
an entire world within you;
Scenes and sceneries
Lands and landscapes
Elements and entities
You are mirroring too.
Universe
Cosmos
Galaxies
Constellations
Coalesced;
Till you break,
You're exquisitely true.
Like a mighty sunrise,
Bursting through the skies,
Offering bright and beautiful
Sceneries to longing eyes;
Like sweet words of honey,
Flowing into a sea of disharmony;
In walks Friendship, altering the
Entire terrain, healing myriads of pain.
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It is nothing but a hard road
When you face the world alone
Sceneries tend to be filled with darkness
But, you must find the strength to carry on
As you continue with your travels
Search for the light
It is simply up to you
Just find yourself and make your world bright
A Horse Carriage ride
A dinner, a place for excitement
Surrounded with fun, in town
A spa day
Family and friends around.
Gifts, Laughters, viewing the sceneries downtown
A day to remember
Elegancy, Designed fashions
Overlooking in passions.
A Birthday Event
Angels are sent.
Growing up in my birth state,
I was a "Time Watcher".
I wanted to move away as soon as possible
Living in A Northern big city,
I was a "People Watcher".
I wanted to avoid dangerous people
Living for over 40 years out west,
I was a "Landscape Watcher".
I loved the sceneries.
I now live in a weather sensitive region,
And I am now a "Cloud Watcher".
Weather changes very rapidly.
Each blink of our elegant eyes
Constitute the visual enveloping of aspiring sceneries.
Each empathetic and energetic smile
Conquers the empires of earthly fantasies.
Not every nod is good
And not all words aren't graceful;
Designing against the dreadful
Can deviate us from any pathetic cause.
So, direct your mind towards the privileges
Of astounding goals and astonishing treasures.
How do you do?
I missed you.
Day and night
In every twilight
Never wane about you.
Gliding in the snow,
like you always do
In the middle of the Alps
Not between gaps
Sceneries of you
are my portrait.
In every eclipse
Dashing to the strait
Everglades wrap up my glimpse
Mementos of nexus
Yonder of hiatus.
Shimmer of yoke
Exalting joke.
Leverage of time
Fantasy of mime
I wish to see the summer green
Of rice and corn fields ripening,
While carabaos on grassed-patch graze
Beneath the sky’s blue shade.
But Night deprives of my desire
With crypt-dark, moonless skies;
She hides the plains in velvet drapes,
Not a blink of light in sight.
Nothingness slips swiftly past me,
That maddening sea of black,
While I gaze out the window blindly;
Of sceneries, this travel lacks.
I live the expressive
nakedness of your body
of Moon...
Diving without fear
in your sea suit
with excitement ...
Our poles glued
in cuddles .. laced ...
The bed, accomplice
of our memories,
where we build
wonderful scenes
in colossal sceneries ....
Our light-infused fires
enlighten our lives ...
In your arms i rest
my fatigue,
in your core
I trust my wishes ...
We flourish along
bristly, excited ...
Cold winds
Void whispers
Silence in the shadows
A world relying on forgiveness
Hatred brings suffering
Separation comes without being heeded
And our paths are to be walked, alone
Cold winds
Unageing sceneries
Empty hands
Flames which burn for eternity
Moods swell
Comfort in the goddess
Temporary world
The stars hide and laugh at us
Cold winds
Cold hearts as well
Words forced back
Let's plunge in dreams
Pools of amnesia
To escape from further quarantine
To escape from further boredom
To escape from further Nucleic Acid Test
People prefer domestic travel
Instead of foreign travel
People believe
Less risk more joy
With SOP they will be safe
Although the sun, the sceneries
And the people they meet
Are the same
But they look a bit different
Because of long absence
And the glory of God is warmer
Because of survival being heartily granted
Once and forever
Camaraderie that please
Hymns released in penning
Essence of writing
Memories that linger
Insights without stinger
Sceneries projected and displayed
Thoughts delivered, not delayed
Revival of inner soul
Your offering in a bowl
Oxygen that resuscitates
Flows through the body and enervates
Poetry that lasts
Over the years that blasts
Elements of Chemistry
Touching the lives of many
Resonates in artistry
Your voice in honor of humanity
last night he staggered and spoke
through the pall of cigarette smoke;
frightened guests and touchy gamblers
called the cops after the bouncers;
handcuffed, he looked out the window
of the police car wailing to go;
watched the night sceneries flash by
through one swollen, unseeing eye;
now the pale fingers of sunbeam
slowly limn his morning daydream,
but a spider web of twigs mars
his view of the sky through prison bars!
Softly the breeze billows past my outstretched arms,
Silently I reproach myself for inept dues,
Beautiful sceneries encompass breathtaking winds,
Bizarre words flood my all too preoccupied mind,
Vast open spaces belie my rather whimsical temperament,
Verily my solitude is but a temporary wonderment,
Alas my heart craves immaterial placitude,
Although reality dawns too soon on my refuge,
Return I must to my artificial countenance,
Resuming once again to my futile reverence
Somewhere in the universe
Beyond the boundary of earth’s gravity
Travelling light becomes a reality
Weightless, as no baggage is recognized
There’s nothing to hold you down
Far above the clouds where time is void
With lazy sun-filled days come sweet dreams
Of a place far away, beyond this sphere
Where sceneries in Rockwell paintings may be real
Where man and nature live in mutual respect
And children flourish in innocence and peace…
Somewhere far, above the clouds
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Let destiny create a distance...
Firestorm of roses will set an inferno...
Arrow goading the scented sceneries.
Maniac in love, heartlands of homophiles.
Lovely heart cradled in my lover's arms...
Glass dome saving the last petal...
Canvass the soil for a sepal...
Eclipse eyes yearning forever this memory,
Century of love marking romantique history,
Chancery charming this unsettled elapse...
Bowing on the vow of your untangled fragrance,
Heart on your heart always.