Short Scoffers Poems
Short Scoffers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scoffers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scoffers by length and keyword.
I do not know if been a wall
makes me less important?
All the walls around me are cracking
Scoffers questioned my stand
But i know she will be happy to
have me as a wall
My uncrack wall is my pride
And a treasure to whom my
hallowness shall be defile
awoh awoh
Form:
It was a love or hate her ,state of affairs!
Other's praised her works,but some groaned
over her controversial policies!
As it was,the funeral inspired many scoffers,
if few sympathetic mourners!
But,where I come from we do not despise the dead!
Whether they led a good or bad life story!
chipepo lwele
Those scoffers
who do not
believe
utopia is
possible
are dead wrong
One day we will see shining lights
and golden sparkling cities
Clear, beautiful air
and sweet songs in the air
which will cut deep
into the heart
Perhaps, just perhaps
you can feel this in your heart
if you let go of your darkest fears
and turn your eyes onto the future
I sit here in my home on the Lower East Side
Awaiting the High Holidays
The years have come and gone
and they have not always been easy for me
Believe me - I am not the best Jew in the world
But I do attend on the most sacred of days
I write poetry on various topics - including Middle Earth
Bur scoffers non withstanding
I will pray to the creator and I will continue to love
our lovely blue orb
Precipice
by Michael R. Burch
(for Jeremy)
They will teach you to scoff at love
from the highest, windiest precipice of reason.
Do not believe them.
There is no place safe for you to fall
save into the arms of love.
Keywords/Tags: father, son, love, true love, fall, falling, falling in love, scoff, scoffers, heights, precipice, arms, touch, emotion, emotions, relationship, relationships, girlfriend, women
The masterwork of Cabbala is the Zohar
I took a glance at it today
in the mystical bookstore near me - Namaste
What I read about was the importance of the Sabbath
I usually attend services Friday night at the Reform temple near me
The presence of God can be found
if you open your heart to it
The scoffers non withstanding
the Sabbath brings peace and healing
and is something to look forward to
after the week's toil
I hear voices in the night
Calling, calling from distant shores
Winter winds cool my body and awaken
my inner spirit
I cannot put these feelings into rhyme
But after a brief glimpse
of my inner space
Let scoffers beware!
There will come a time when they
shall be exposed
as I view the winds
which will blow away sorrow
as they have in the past
and as they will in the future
Distant shores are reaching out to us
and we must respond!
Poetry's a tough business, you know
Each new poem reinvents the wheel
Staring at a blank page takes nerves of steel
'Rest on your laurels?' -- You'll have nothing to show
I've heard that writing poems is an escape
But why flee something easy to do
Like nuclear physics or perfecting Kung Fu
Let the scoffers try to get into 'poetry shape'
As for me, I'm off for a round of pre-poetry drills
~ So my pen is primed to deliver thrills and chills!
The scene stopped me in my tracks,
Crimson bursting through darkly gray.
"Another cold, dark morning," I mused.
As I turned to walk away...
"Beware the Ires of March, Watchman!
Scoffers attack like mad hornets!
I AM stirring their secret hives,
Exposing their darkly terror.
They will reap what they have sown,
When I unleash My holy terror!"
"How do I confirm this, Lord?"
"Better than a sign to see
Are the direct words from Me.
So, beware the Ires of March!"
Downwind
a dream like apparition
appears
Glowing like a lightning bug
He illuminates the night
He has the power
to change lives
If you are open to his
particular version of the world
Then you can much
by simply seeing him
This luminescent being
has been given divine power
Let the scoffers beware!!
The light he gives off
can cut through the blackest of nights
and the vision that he represents
has the power to change the
parameters of earthly life
The essence of Rondeau is rhyme
as space is circumcised by time,
yet rhyme alone is nor enough
for line and meter can’t be rough
to craft your poem line by line.
The second stanza helps refine
the heart of your poem sublime
and make your lover gasp “hot stuff!”
The essence of Rondeau.
At last to sestet, do we climb
verse which does your poem define
so let not fear your pen handcuff
press on your scoffers to rebuff.
Now for your opus, bells will chime.
The essence of Rondeau.