Short Stem Poems
Short Stem Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stem by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stem by length and keyword.
This building is burning to the ground.
Save the old man or save the baby we found?
"He knows what TV is, he's already going down."
Form:
Taken by she, held
Stem of growth fuelled to full
Encapsulated
Lusting combustion ignites
They, loves explosion anoints
.
Ones pillar of strength
Edging towards it's flower
On reaching their join
Rich scented petals in bloom
Where the stem and the Rose meet
.
Stem Tides of Sin
Tides of sin we again will try to stem;
After night was dark and always grim;
Tried to count;
A large amount,
And always remember each of them.
Jim Horn
Some long stem yellow roses I bring.
This is just a little offering.
It's a little treat
They're for you, my sweet.
You're a woman that makes my heart sing.
The cloud-enshrined sun
The waves leaching away the sand
A whole world undone
Rose rayonnante de perle
Soleil soudé aux nuages
Un sourire de mère
Mussed baby petals
A rose-stem cut ere the thorn
A life rudely shorn
The water rises, the lotus stem rises too, its natural law.
toddler faerie on a tulip stem
giggling at every little bit of wind
sitting in the dark, enjoying a breeze
listening to humming bumble bees
toddler faerie sitting in the dark
hears an owl and a meadow lark
a firefly comes by and flashes his light
filling toddler faerie with sheer delight!
Life Stem
Like a flower that never unfolds,
is my conscious set unclear.
Like the thorns that lay down by my side,
for protection from danger near.
And the roots that are of my soul,
that I buried from what I fear.
My life...lost years.
My life...are you here?
bmdavey@
02/08/16
Toupee, or not toupee,
that is the question:
whether 'tis nobler on the head
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous alopecia
or to take wigs against a sea of baldness,
wear them as a buffer,
the whips and scorns stem,
and by opposing end them.
Ay, that's the nub.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
there is always a breakaway stem
that makes your life more colorful
the abstract art inspires you to think differently
the many different parts influences you to try different points of transit
you want to run, but the authenticity pulls you back in
via the many sudden light bulbs dinging off in your head,
now you too are a breakaway stem yearning for many a new realm
Conquer and divide
Truth is put aside
Freedoms continually denied
Propaganda is how they've always lied
A world through armies forever homicide
The time has now come to stem this evil tide
Spread the word of love that comes from deep inside
Heal the wounds of separation of a gulf that's far and wide
Each individual come together a loving collective we must urgently decide
Final chapter,
Shadow cast,
Time is now,
Soon is last,
Given all to all,
Protection and love,
Close, the lesser known,
More than he above,
A listening ear,
A hand to lend,
Nought to sixty,
Be it guardian or friend,
But, tired is mind,
As Pages turn,
Life's lessons,
Mine to learn,
So, to take a breath,
Self needs love,
Less is more ,
Stem flow of blood,
Form:
Hypnotized by their looks,
Caught me like a fish on a hook,
They glow as bright as the sun,
Their smile lit up with fun,
Their voice is like music to my ears,
Bright, loud, soothing. All theirs,
I’d take an insult for them,
Like in the Ruff. They’re a gem,
Are they really worth falling over?
For them, I’d need a 4 leaf-clover,
If all is fair in love and war,
I can’t do this anymore.
she plucks pink petals one by one till there none
a stark bare stem with beauty gone and empty
would that she could glue them back but it is done
and now no soft and secret silk will tempt thee
even the green, moist, straight stem bends in the sun
and there are fresh new flowers full and plenty
a vast field of flowers frilled and frenzied sought
yet only this can tell if he loves you not
Lily, light and frilly,
On the may day break;
She mounts upon the hill
Engulfed by the morning dew,
In gaeity she blossoms wide and fair,
Beset upon the breast,
Of yellow, green distended bed.
Oscillating with the glorious wind,
Pleased to be a fleeting flower;
Neither deploring nor resenting,
It's petite existence,
Coming to approbate, life is short but fair,
Gradient, soft and delicate,
A momentary dream in tune.
Long Stem Red Rose
It was her favorite
she was going to use them
in her wedding.
But today we are laying them
on her grave,
Why do things like this happen?
to such a beautiful young lady.
Why did she take her own life?
What caused her to change?
They said, in the room where she was found
there were long stem red roses everywhere.
There was one rose with a note,
He laid, cheated, stole
and most of all he was married.
I am tired, I most go now.
Let him live with it.