Short Spate Poems
Short Spate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spate by length and keyword.
thunderous black clouds
sinuous blinding lightning
river swells in spate
As the dust of hope abates.
I see what I trust, as I am hit with a spate.
Tricks of despair, they inspire.
Me to resist what they conspire.
River in spate
Ruler’s great speech
Our fate unhinged.
Afternoon sun
Only son comes
When none expects.
The pain that sends
A chill bends will
And rends the heart.
re-post inspired by Ricks theme
The
rainstorm
overnight
burst the shallow
dyke-
the
raging
river in
overflowing
flood
streamed
forth long
weeds plaited
now beneath the
spate.
upwelling
of consciousness
short
so sweet
a stream
in full spate
words
syntactical structures
enigma
and
imagery
as..
thoughts
are. ..
made
aloud
He thinks of better women
She thinks of lesser men
the kids think
Two Christmases!
Neither thinks of them
but he won't budge
cause she'd get half
and she won't budge
cause she'd only get half
The
rainstorm
overnight
burst the shallow
dyke-
the
raging
river in
overflowing
flood
streamed
forth long
weeds plaited
now beneath the
spate.
Image inspired by an image from the writing of George Eliot
In the background as I walk
Her voice decorates the scene
The soft spate of her breath
In the background as I walk
All falls serene when she talks
‘Twas an honor unforeseen
In the background as I walk
Her voice decorates the scene
Our love flows tidal wave
Carrying us both along
One is pulling out to sea
Another pushing ashore
Sailing under burning sun
Below the glowing moon
In spate, capsizing doubt
Navigating every coast
Floating above everything
Arriving mainland soon
August were the moments we partook
During the preceding night
My eyes dissolved into cacophonies
Of everlasting rivulets
Fate never before
Had glistened so vividly
The beauteous exchange
‘twas the spate of arias betwixt us
Gradually the nexus continued to cleave
wholly state
gentrified
holey spate
sanctified
holy stake
genocide
Why such disgust on our last date?
I earned your trust; you made me wait
by piles of rust outside your gate.
Lie in the dust of your own hate,
sigh if you must, ruing your fate.
Spy me nonplussed under such weight
cry in a gust, a stormy spate.
My cause is just - is it too late?
The old reflecting on the past,
dreams of youth and images
of what was and is no more,
framed as clear as yesterday
laid down in perfect memory.
A stream in full spate and yet
in the shallows, the bottom of self
something inchote yet troubled
a spring of cleaner,deeper inspiration.
Of late
No spate
Flow rate
Not great
Two trips
Just drips
Still urge
To purge
Turn, toss
Sleep loss
Do care,
Eight rare
Doc backs
Flowmax
True fact:
Clear tract
Unfroze
Fire hose
All night
Sleep right
Pee great,
See straight!
Big grin,
Sleep win!
I have again become empty
by undoing
a disturbing thought.
Unsexing
the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.
Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.
Little tears
come down from the swollen
river in spate.
Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.
Satish Verma
While life was in its spring, a stream in full spate down memory lane from a bygone time and place that experience articulated into voices of poetry.Love and desire,whose shadow ripple on rich in melody, a poesie of flowers floating on summer air and yet..such conceits can be but a bittersweet fancy 'twixt verse and poetry.
A glimmer a shimmer
And then a throb
I reveled on the throes of the Orb
Resplendent in the spectrum of seven
Deciphered i the contours of heaven
Twin spherical conjoined at eight
Edged me towards the ethereal gate
And stepped as i on the celestial portal
Sure...these numbers were never in spate---
(c)copyright-vijay nair
inspired by Ricks contest theme
Winter melts and seeps deep below,
permeates cathedrals with snow,then
in spate,nature's blood in flood .
A babbling burn in feathered ferns
to riverine unseen,a stream of
freshwater clean.
In rivers soil silts against sloping banks
the current slows into eddys,
where fat chubb doze,
deep waters flow ,below
Tableau Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Written: August 15, 2023
Picture number: 3
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Moon shines—white jade plate.
Swish as broad sky mime.
Two palm tree twigs spate.
Toads and moon rays chime.
Where flickers share gate
Poised shore smells sublime.
Written May 6, 2025, For Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Red on green traffic run,
hasty flags of pink shun
one hour before high sun.
Feel the surge of spate wind,
icy kiss grooms the rind
tiptoe through rush hour, timed.
Hexaline Form Created by Nette Onclaud: 6 lines with 6 syllables, Rhyming or not
There is poet in PS called MC,
who sponsors witty contests, I fancy.
His recent 3 min contest,
I think was one of his best,
although some found the theme a bit teasy.
Holding clock hands poets wrote in a spate.
For result a long time they had to wait.
3 min poems spent ages,
judged in myriad stages.
For great job he’s forgiven, I must state.
The dusk to come. And on water - white light,
The canoe is sliding. And was dressed July,
Into whisper of the sand. And the water was spate.
And the moon sat down on a squat to await,
Or the oars along the river, or the strange fish a whale.
Along island of reeds someone slowly sailed,
In canoe without knowing the woes.
Its seems: all the life- is Time of white water on earth.
Winter melts and seeps deep below,permeates cathedrals with snow,in spate
nature's blood in flood .In moorland gorse new springs become a tumbling
source.A babbling burn in feathered ferns to riverine unseen,a stream of
freshwater clean.In rivers soil silts against sloping banks and the current slows
into eddys, where fat chubb doze.Deeper waters then running free,winding slowly
to the sea.
Life is a river in spate, with froth, noise and rapid pace, some currents are eddy, some flow so smooth, on its journey to the vast ocean. Do not resent the knots that block the flow, for the more knots you undo, wiser you become.
fortunes good and bad
life is shuffling the card game
learn to play not blame
“Haibun- Pick your theme” poetry contest
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
Written 26/07/2020
Bonnie and Clyde prowled the country in a V-8 Ford on a robbing and killing spree!
They met their doom on a rural road by cops concealed behind rock and tree!
Per Undertaker "Boots" Bailey, the bodies were shot so often by cops lying in wait,
That the embalming fluid kept leaking from the holes as he tried to stem the spate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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