Short Stringing Poems
Short Stringing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stringing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stringing by length and keyword.
Unelected billionaire,
Puppeteering the POTUS...
Money-stringing corruption:
A democratic country,
Lunching its democracy:-
assorted glass beads
stringing multicolor strands
carefree summer tunes
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
When they break in.
Weave me back together
Love threaded spindle heart;
Needle tongue
Stringing me up like puppeteers;
Keeping these pieces of my heart together.
Feed my heart
Feed my thoughts
I often go beyond my mean's..
Dancing upon the earth
Stringing upon my fiddle
Diddling' around lifes riddle's
Feeling like I'm trapped
In the middle..
What a small fiddle
Words are shoelaces
string them right
and they allow you to move
else they can trip you up.
Credit to: Rajendra Phdhi.
I rewrite it in Serynu:
Words are shoelaces
stringing them right so to move
else can trip you up
Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi
Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry
Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful life
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Your skin like leather
my bulletproof vest
inkling tubes
tuxedo of flesh
harness me
hand on chest
in between sheets
stringing me along like a kite
refrained from taking advice
whistle and jolt
the casual bubble bursts
bleeding love
and
quenching thirsts
freaks my dawgs at?
one kiss at a time
in their proper places
stringing my heart along...
one kiss at a time
for improper duration
stringing my heart along...
unknown whereabouts
for improper duration
in their proper places
stringing my heart along...
freaks my dawgs at?
Flower to flower like bird or bee
Absorbing sun power riding blue breeze
Solar smile sensual singing song
Attraction chemical mental stringing along
Time is on your side it is early spring
Pheromone delight eyes enchanting
Careful romeo or you’ll plant many seeds
Starting with Juliette ending with Eve
I
Your writing takes me higher, to a brighter day
Response: Your words, too, doth reader repay
II
Sad and poignant, yet depression held at bay
In good and bad times, you display a mainstay
NOTE: the longer version was lost in space .... Cyberspace. Maybe it is ENOUGH SAID, by the Universe. ThanX for reading PS. Bless u, shalom shalom
Carpet of crisp dry leaves
New colors nature conceives
Misty ,hazy ,chilly autumn air
Fall colors in full flair
Trees seemingly on fire
Nature seems stringing musical lyre
Rustling bustling autumn wind
All the foliage gradually thinned
Winged leaves flying in the air
Naked branches so bare
Luring fall colours everywhere
A colorful degenerating atmosphere
I'll earn a living joining letters;
Threading those small to some big,
And others smaller than them;
To make a tree and it's twig,
Supported by so strong a stem.
My life shall be that of letters
And cherishing their family
Of words and phrases,
For these are strange and comely.
I'll break from lethargy's fetters,
And earn a living stringing letters.
Harvest Moon
the moon circles immensity
incandescent globe grazing ours
her gravity pulls strong
pearl filling deepening sky
stringing me into her universe
the harvest moon waits aching
swaying over glowing fields
womb swelling round in abundance
her lustrous sphere is awed
glory unveiled—Adoration
© September 2013—Kim van Breda
Stringing the mast
I sail out onto the ocean vast.
Would I find solace
In a new land's canvas?
Attributing my time to the obvious
I procrastinate being curious.
Would it be more promising
to spend my time being conflicting?
Shouldn't I be giving in to fate
Smiling at the way things have turned desolate.
Travelling beyond thick and thin
Don't I finally deserve a win?
I want to be loved.
To be kissed.
To be held.
To be....just loved.
Im starving for the love that you give.
Im craving for the sweet sensation of your kiss.
Im stringing for the embrace from your body.
Im dying to be loved by you...
-Brittany
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Form:
It's all a common misconception,
Living in a world of dark deception,
No-one really knows the truth,
Horming new generation youth,.
Cannot configure right from wrong,
We're stringing them all along,.
Leading them to a bleak future,
One with nothing but a dying culture,
I'd like to say "we can change",
But we are all too stuck in our ways,
Change isn't seem as something good,
It's about making things understood.
Tinkling, twinkling, violin picking, harp stringing,
light the blue sky, the snow on rocky cliffs
the heaviness of his lies weigh like the rocks
on a cold empty hill in winter
the sounds thick and sticky
how the tinkling violin strings call out
the harps lightness raises my heart
and lightens the heaviness of his
spiteful soul stinging, while hearing News
twinkling sounds drive away his angry darts
Though we may be miles apart
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Which in my email I did state.
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Heard are great when playing cards.
Away from poems are steadily steering;
Some day soon will be disappearing.
When we would have been on a roll;
After they had taken another poll;
Ate my spaghetti that was stringing
Which is when they called ne dingy.
From head to toe the Angel sways
as silence fills the air
the music soothes her body so
as other Angels gather round
brought in by her trance of sound
the lyre gracefully abounds
from turtle shell to the yoke
a stringing sound is rose
the mind erases the days mistakes
fills with balance like the soul
The Angel strums along the fine tuned strings
as the lyre sings to her with heartfelt gratitude
April 17, 2017
Melding thoughts.. A guiding force;
Showed strength through sharing Ways,
drew spirit, from the great One, following the wind,
finding a hollow, gliding the currents stringing a bow,
Being close at hand for us, What more was there to know?
amid familiar scents of pines so fresh, taking for our needs enough,
To sustain the tribes, to be all; all we Ever should Want to know,
in this knowing to be as one!
© Joe Maverick 23-11-2013
Top hat
Shoe shine
Tywhitt tie
Silk design
Snap heels
Harvest moon
Lowest lights
Fig perfume
Star leash
Driving hence
Toward the view
of recompense
Lights blur
Neon stiff
Leaving us
a sugar kiss
Brow bent
Toward the night
Linking arms
Russian, white.
Ice flesh
Music blood
Well me up
and loose the flood
Night breath
Gracing such
Lit electric
by your touch.
One voice
Stringing eyes
This is where
perfection lies...
An old woman left it at the thrift store;
To a young girl, it was so much more
It wouldn't stay sewn on,
there is a much better use for this button
Those young eyes don't see the way others do,
This is inspiration just waiting for a muse
A Button not meant for a blouse or skirt,
Stringing until her fingers hurt
The beads align to perfection,
Bringing to life her imagination
One of a kind bracelet can't be beat
On her wrist, the art is now complete
hey foe!!...
how long we lived in our comfort cages??
what lust for dirty blood we shared??...
what stories scribbled in our darkest pages??
and through many years of bygone springs
and a rain that drenched my broken strings....
i bled in my bed of stringing thorns...
i wept in my cold and lonely morns.....
wove through hours of brutal conspiracies,my fictious myths,my luring fallacies...
have seen you die a thousand deaths
in dreams all born of gibberish faiths.
The bridal song
It's such a sad song
Cause anything can
go wrong
With you stringing
Each other along
Vowing to one another
to belong
Knowing you're in it, but
for how long
When anything can go
wrong
Despite, your feelings are
so strong
Below the belt, you'd get
hit, as if you're a gong
About the idea of having
to Each other for an Eternity
to belong
With you going thru the motions,
stringing Each other belong
You see what I mean, it's a sad
song
No manger scene at city hall
or caroling at school,
no city workers stringing lights,
come on, you know the rule.
No pageants of the savior’s birth,
we wish not to offend.
No prayers of thanks made publicly,
these laws we mustn’t bend.
No decorated Christmas tree
with ornaments all shiny
to be displayed on public land
or the ACLU gets whiny.
But Merry Christmas anyway
with joy to last the season,
just be careful what you say
and now you know the reason.