Short Steppes Poems
Short Steppes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Steppes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Steppes by length and keyword.
Sick of these dreams
Sick of the night
Sick of these schemes
Sick of the fight
Sick of these ways
Sick of the lies
Sick of these days
Sick of the rise
Sick of these people
Sick of the fake
Sick of these steppes
Sick of those who take
Categories:
steppes, loss
Form:
Free verse
the glebe
the veldt
the steppes
the glens-
the dells
filled
with
sedge
and
vetch
pebbles
sand
and
tufts
of
grass
catch
the
wind:
the salt air
succours
thirsty
poppies
so fair
Categories:
steppes, nature,
Form:
Verse
Limerick: Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose
Once Steppes Chief Mongol in a loose hose
Tried to jump Great Wall with horse and Rose
Horse kicked hole in hose goal
Chief bored hole in the Wall
Guess who licked Rose red-in-the-nose?
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
MERRY XMAS to ALL Soupers !
Categories:
steppes, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
-In Peace-
She stares out at the sea, the steppes, the sky~
and her eyes widen with oblivion, knowing,
that this is the precipice, this is the temple~
of the not-yet-living, and the forever-dead...
for there is nothing further than absence,
nothing closer than the boundless absolute,
and these eyes that seek the infinite,
seek also truth
-In Peace-
Categories:
steppes, nature, peace, truth, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
steppes, america, spiritual, stars,
Form:
Triolet
From steppes remote
luxurious mink coats
Fine leather boots
tailored suits
Fancy shoppes
five-star hotels
Back of splashy nightclubs
exclusive brothels
Rolls-Royces
and Bentleys
S-t-r-e-t-c-h ... L-i-m-o-u-s-i-n-e-s
cafes serving the finest cuisine
Wide-eyed with wonder
passersby gape
Dreams of Fifth Avenue
from tottering fire escapes
Categories:
steppes, celebrity, fashion, money, society,
Form:
Rhyme
GLACIAL
Scent of lilies.
His pain over, mine just begun.
I caressed those hands, gifted, loving.
Kissed his waxen brow.
A blink away from the dying sun,
the ignition key trembled.
I half-expected to waken,
clasped in his arms. Soothed
back to life, on the mourning air.
Our silent house stood strong,
and healthy,
ticking away lonely hours and empty nights.
While I flinched from the glacial steppes,
of our marital bed.
DECIMA WRAXALL
Categories:
steppes, 5th grade, absence, bereavement, best friend, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Rolling hills dim in the distance
Beneath low-hovering mists,
While an occasional stand of pines
Punctuates the shallow canyon rim,
The steppes to the summit appear
Like wrinkles carved into the face
Long ago, the sharp outcropping defines
A deep crevice plunging sharply
Toward the foreground in shadows,
Vanishing into imagined darkness.
written August 10, 2021
(inspired by the scenic view on a
screen-saver, location unknown)
Categories:
steppes, art, nature, places,
Form:
Ekphrasis