Short Shrine Poems
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field of red poppies
shrine-like aura of petals
salute the fallen
Composed: January 24, 2021
Our Lord created Man's body for the shrine of Good to be and not the dwelling of evil!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 June 2017
A shrine for each year we have been together I would build up for our love to glorify!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 September 2018
The newsman was press for time
Wild stories stuck in his mind
So, he typed them up fast
Fell right on his ass
While his stories created a shrine
Save your money for a rainy day
Where I grew up, that was the way
As I aged, my days filled with sunshine
My piggy bank, no longer my shrine
Love Shrine By Mahtab Bangalee
Sleep on the lotus
Smell thru various
Build love shrine
Worship fine
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
30/01/2023
THE NEWSMAN WAS PRESS FOR TIME
WILD STORIES WERE STUCK IN HIS MIND
HE TYPED THEM UP FAST
FELL STRAIGHT ON HIS ASS
WHILE HIS STORIES CREATED A SHRINE
Souls roaming about
relevance echoed in Hearts
minds filled to the brim.
Aspirations ever sparked
alive in the shrine of Life.
August 17th, 2018
Once I felt that love was mine
I nevermore worshiped at her shrine
I should have known what would come next
On my tombstone these words ~ ‘her ex’
One
showing
herself to
precious few,
a moving Marian apparition.
Ah, but for one glimpse of the saintly soul,
A prayerful
long journey
to view
Her.
A Math Whiz! A veritable Einstein!
Quarky and quirky, a tangent his Shrine
He never combed his hair
His sockless feet were bare
Experts wondered: Would this guy's stars align?
No-one know's the reason
Fore wisdom is old
Why God open's his window
From what has been told
Using his wisdom to
Redeem thy Soul
Making the world a shrine
To all that is good
GF
Before leaving give me a sign
I don't want you dine
With haters of mine
Don't wine
Till the clock hits nine
Because if you cross the line
You will not shine
Before the shrine
A rose blooms.
Love showed me a new way
She was mine
My Valentine
Smile shine
Holy shrine
Stars align
Hearts combine
Soul refine
My finish line
And then love took her away
A rose dies.
Where is it written, we must all toe the line
Act like clones and worship the same shrine
Those of good cheer
People far and near
Unique as each other, raise your glass of wine
Oh you ambrosial Muse
Heavenly mistress of mine
your kisses I have missed
let me enter your shrine!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 January 2018
Soft fell upon your shrine
Settling, covering words
So lately graved, did those
Snowflakes; winters first fall
Since sorrows darkness smite;
Summer’s tokens fading,
Shrouded, by snow, on stone.
Where might thy be daylight savings? Sun of mine
Winter's last dying breath it's time to overtly shine
I say bring yourself out from that overcast shrine
Death to all snowmen to the street with their brine
Feeling , sweet love, Flowing upon soul like rippling Rhine
and body is gonna pine
I desire not to dine
I live on her eyes, smile and wine
either to win her heart or to die and buried in her love's shrine
The Wardrobe.
shrine of memories,
disguise dressing room...
Guards my life
daily,
festive,
funeral...
Each outfit a character....
A cross-dressing artist,
but never repository
of me... naked... natural!
moss covered stone path
leading us
to the ancient shrine
love's eternal thread
and demands of our passion
call us there
For: Lune (mixed pair) poetry contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
October 16, 2021
TO SHINE
I am burning my mind to help you to shine
Don't you drink our drunken wine
Are you wanting to become mine
Everything we pray for today should be tomorrow's shrine
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 16, 2016
The chime of the
bell, The time it
would tell
The shine of the
clock tower, and
the sound it would
dwell
The shrine of the
needles of its
inviting spell
The divine of its
surface, which would
be to excel
An emperor reclines in
thrall to my confines
O, how he’d dictate to his heart’s delight
but he’s too wise to fight
my shrewd mind and my steely spine
~ carves out his place midst my shrine
dainty daisy sings
welcoming elusive spring
and clouds forming rings
chicks peek from warm nests
mother bird tiredly rests
robin puffs its chest
meadow with blooms shine
man for his lost lover pine
on nature's soft shrine