Short Shoaling Poems
Short Shoaling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shoaling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shoaling by length and keyword.
Night is still in its diving bell.
Turn over the body-heat,
tuck head into a shoaling mind.
You imagine the window, the drapes,
the walls, the round walls
all fish-eyed and rising.
February eats whatever fat
the dawn carries with it.
Space fountains are thawing
in the drip of reality.
It is still too cold
for blood to be naked.
Categories:
shoaling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere
in particular articulate the miseries
of winter's stranglehold.
Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green
shall conquer white and overcome
its crushing hold when the crocus
once reveals her lovely sheen!
Categories:
shoaling, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere
in particular articulate the miseries
of winter's stranglehold.
Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green
shall conquer white and overcome
its crushing hold when the crocus
once reveals her lovely sheen!
Categories:
shoaling, nature,
Form:
Verse
Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
biting, bitter cold; broken branches
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere
in particular articulate the miseries
of winter's stranglehold.
Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green
shall conquer white and overcome
its crushing hold when the crocus
once reveals her lovely sheen!
Categories:
shoaling, spring,
Form:
Verse
Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
so biting, bitter cold; broken branches
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere
in particular articulate the miseries
of winter's stranglehold.
Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green
shall conquer white and overcome
its crushing hold when the crocus
once reveals her lovely sheen.
Categories:
shoaling, nature,
Form:
Verse
Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land,
so biting, bitter cold; broken branches
stretched like fingers pointing nowhere
in particular articulate the miseries
of winter's stranglehold.
Spring seems a light year gone,
her gentle breath a dream, but green
shall conquer white and overcome
its crushing hold when the crocus
once reveals her lovely sheen!
Categories:
shoaling, nature
Form:
Verse
lights flicker on the far side
as Kentucky folds its dark robes
a barge nudges
the river into dusk
bundles of clouds kindle
a shimmering pause
the river opens its body
to swallow the sun
knee deep in shadow
a heron yawps
silver fish ripple through
shoaling branches
here on a crooked pier
spawning stars surface
from the milky eyes
of the recently drowned
Categories:
shoaling, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
This night a yellow moon
stalks root and branch.
There’s a waving sagebrush breeze
to twitch wary whiskers
The star salted fields
and dark wooded islands
merge in a wash
of shoaling shadows.
Fox and rabbit are awake;
they sniff or tremble,
yet celebrate each warm breath.
This night plants flames
in covered eyes,
and we feel the high
dangerous joy
of all that hunt and hide.
Categories:
shoaling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
This night a yellow moon
stalks root and branch.
There’s a waving sagebrush breeze
to twitch wary whiskers
The star-salted fields
and dark wooded islands
merge in a wash
of shoaling shadows.
Fox and rabbit are awake;
they sniff or tremble,
yet celebrate each warm breath.
This night plants flames
in covered eyes,
and we feel the high
dangerous joy
of all that hunt and hide.
Categories:
shoaling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The date and time on a digital clock
sings me a sotto voce halleluiah
as I roll over on the surf
of a shoaling shore.
This is how a poem arrives,
In a leaky boat loaded with refugees
all arriving at once.
Some refuse to shout out,
some clamor for attention.
The voices come nearer.
I am multilingual
in a non-vocal way.
When the birds sing out,
the sky will be born again,
and the Maker will make coffee,
then write something
with my hand.
Categories:
shoaling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse