Short Statues Poems
Short Statues Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Statues by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Statues by length and keyword.
Angels statues upon my shelf
Big ones,small and tiny ones
All these angels keep a watch
When I sleep through the night
Stock-still statues
Bucolic totem-poles
Munching fly-swatters
Lazily grazing ...
Invisible to driverless cars
The land lies silent
Beneath the icy embrace
Trees stand still, statues
Whisper of life now dormant
Yet hope lingers in the cold
dogs in rear seat
looking out windows for deer
waiting for a response
barking wildly
deer freeze like statues
waiting for silence
Wall
of
reform,
carved in stone-
four statues...just men !
http://www.sacred-destinations.com/switzerland/geneva-reformation-monument.htm
stark
ingrained
statues
prosaic
inexplicable
simplicity
unsettling
perspectives ..
confusion ...
the
metaphysical ...
made
known
nude iron statues
by Sir Anthony Gormley
stand on Crosby beach
toddler blurted out
“look Grandma, there‘s his willy”
I burst out laughing!
It was a first trip to Europe for Maiden Hews
Who was shocked by the statues of nudes.
She thought it a sin
To show so much skin
Some of which obviously struck her as news.
beware Picasso
my home is on great statues
expressing myself
Edward J. Ebbs - 5/16/15
Written for: PICTURE YOURSELF AS A BIRD - Poetry Contest, just for laughs
haiku
wide-eyes, ears up
wax statues in the brush
danger lumbers past
baby deer
on a gambol in the snow
instinct kicks in
holding its breath
fawn awaits mother's nod
eye contact
Ravage our monuments,
empowered dissidents.
Endless entitlements,
from spineless governments.
In this era unplanned,
by fathers of the land.
Divided we stand,
in moral wasteland.
Angels bring comfort divine.
Echoing fragile gifts holy intent.
Just kind love mirrored, no one poses questions.
Rustic statues tell unique verses with xanthochroid, yearn zenith.
Soul trapped in paradise, broken like statues,
bleached out like skeletal structures on sandstone.
Helena's pastries, warm honey skin,
a blanket to smooth back the shape that you're in...
Form:
You protect statues
I protect people
You give them torches
I give them bread
You give them flags
I give them clothes
You give them memories of war
I give them hope for peace
Form:
There are forty-eight dolls in this guest room
I see them staring at me
Many wear porcelain bonnets
They are statues with accusing faces
I wonder if they came from Salem
I feel they have come for me
Statues, iconoclasts love to destroy
Toppling monuments brings them great joy
Keeps them all limber
As they shout ‘Timber’
Columbus crashed down saying ~ ‘Land ahoy’
I have erected too many statues in the name of love.
Not even they subdued!
Steadily, they tore themselves from their pedestals
and left...
There is no love!
God weeps in my heart...
Don’t cry, Father!
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Faithful few
Filled the
Firmament with
Fundamental fervour
Finally finding, through
Fastidious fellowship,
Future fanatical friends and
Fulfilling the fine frequency
Favourable for forgiveness.
Finally.
Sometimes in the late hour,
When mist comes out to greet pavement
We find that we are not
The grand statues we thought we were,
That today will wash away like rain in sewer trails
And that we are still not enough.
OVER UNDER INSIDE OUT
(It still doesn’t fit)
The hospital gown
Makes Greek statues frown
You can see it in their sculpted faces
And they say in disgust
That they always will trust
The fig leaf that the gown replaces
blubbering
fools, we humans,
or cold,
syncopated
by the shivering
bluish lips
of thieves,
erecting
statues
to themselves
in Southern
atmospheric haste.
we wipe away the germs
STAT
stitches up her dress
9/1/2018
The moon this night
is a half but tomorrow,
tomorrow it will be the full moon.
When you and I
open
all the night railway stations,
open
all the short towns.
And all the statues
will become meek
scars …
I forgot my heart.
She says she's sad. She sings
sad songs. Safe, scared, still
sane, serious - she sculptures
statues.
She saw some scenes - she says
seemed sins. So she says. Satisfied
she sleeps...
10/09/2012
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Wedding bells chime
a New beginning set in place
taking the Innocence
to the next level of sophistication
man -wife
surrender spiritually
surrounded by Ivory's purity
a common peace fills the chapel
as ancient statues look
SUN-FLOWERING PEOPLE
Black and beautiful…
Liberty’s ebon flowers…
Rooted in freedom…
Like His sunflowers,
Let us stand in bright glory;
Sunshine gleaming us:-
Ebon sunflowers;
Our bright eyes stayed on the prize–
Liberty’s statues:-