Short Surmising Poems
Short Surmising Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Surmising by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Surmising by length and keyword.
yes my mouth is too big,
id eat a little pig,
me a glutton 'i'm surmising,
elastic pants keep out the angst,
and the pork is multiplying,
.....just call me fatty, hog trotter:}
Don
About Trump Started Surmising
About Trump we had started surmising;
Whatever he would start or was trying;
What is the use;
More of his abuse,
Did lie again and is constantly denying.
My thoughts on when Jesus was born. From my book Ripples.
This is pure conjecture on my part. Just surmising.
I did do my homework on the astrology, but that doesn't prove
my premise to be true.
We Should Start Surmising
Should take for granted and start surmising
Variables cause stock market to start rising,
And a detection;
Positive direction;
This is something we should begin realizing.
Jim Horn
see the beard of a beggar
each strand tells a tale
see the length
telling/surmising his walking distance
see the fading colours
flashing us his lost darken dreams
see it so shaggy
showing a blank dreary future
ginger surmising
the mood while rising
a sip for me, Bach and tea
a bench for a throne
liberates my own
connection with ivory
restless eyes draw closed
moments to compose
gingerly to far off place-
fragrant steam escapes
wrapping rapture's shape
in timeless, lyrical lace
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Gander At My Dander
About some people I have been realizing,
They enjoy bothering us and aggrandizing;
Get up dander,
Of my gander;
Which I lately have really been surmising.
I think Trump annoys people on purpose
just to get their attention. Have you ever
anything like that before?
Jim Horn
Odyssey emerging
Like an awakening dream,
Capitulation to its beauty…
To what realistically seems,
A grasping route of anticipation,
Fervor, and all that’s supreme,
A grasping route of blindness,
Where desires stream...
Surmising, guising, a life
Visualized…
Life is a chain of yearnings,
Where we all fantasize…
Surmising they are right and never wrong.
Confidence in what they do makes them strong.
Opportunistic with whatever comes along.
Rectifying anything that may go wrong.
Perspicacious judgment in all that they see.
Insight into all eliminates any mystery.
Occupations produce goods and services with quality.
March 30, 2012
Recognizing life's fields need steady crop rotation
Each of their grains harvested requires separatization
Safely stored in silos of compartmentalization
Red lights flash consistently on the horizon
Emptiness found in the words comprising
Tomorrow is another day or so, I'm surmising
Perhaps one morning, I'll wake up more wizened
The Most Important Thing
A placid afternoon, lazy Sunday
When things seem to stood still
Reading my thoughts
Surmising
About the most important thing before
LEAVING!
Not my crystals
Not my bank accounts
Not my properties
Not my jewelries
Not my beauty
Not my fame
LOVE is the most important thing!
I enjoy to people watch
In my mind l write a tale
Surmising the people I’m watching
Envisioning identities and what their life entails
I could sit quietly for hours
Happily sipping my latte
Observing humans and their behaviour
Oblivious to my gaze
So curious about my conclusions
Yet never would l ask
Are you the person I’ve created
Or am l completely off the mark
puzzles puzzles
they write in rhyme
encrypted messages
poisoned in hate
guesses in the dark
surmising
unable to say the truth
denying
hiding
play nice
yet still
there is the knife
Friendship taken for more
what awful gore
innuendos galore
the truth is out
read the encryptions
read the lines
following suit
following suit
this message
will self destruct
IN YOUR MIND
Eileen M
Keister and Easter
Will have to get off my kind keister;
Write some more poems after Easter;
What I found in poem to be surprising
was there was no mentioning of arising.
Many problems we may have to face;
Kids left egg shells all over the place,
And after more and more surmising
Christ's death started a civil up rising.
Jim Horn
Wow. Five limericks in one hour.
Can you beat that?
Does it blow your mind on Poetry Soup
When you regularly converse with a poet
Naturally visualising who they may be ….
Surmising their looks and age
Sometimes gender
Due to no information or history ….
To discover you were completely off mark
Who you thought was a woman is actually a man
Nor the age you expected them to be ….
The photo you just saw
Is not who they are in your mind
It just blows my mind totally ….
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The bliss of French-roast steam, arising,
gives me a moment to compose...
The thought of just one sip invites me
to close my eyes, and then transpose
It warms my thoughts, while I’m surmising...
It wakes my senses, then down it goes…
to thaw my brain, and warm my toes
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Little by little you
A home is tied to the heart
Colorful to have you
All the hopes to the heart.
Bigger and bigger I go
Too heavy baggage I pack
Going somewhere for fun
Finding peace in the woods.
Keep on trying, to find
The gold in the midst of the land
While sun heat prevail over me
The love I search in the sand.
Day by day by frame
Looking at silhoutte in the shadow
While sun setting in the morrow
Bewitching over the beautiful you.
Early morning, heading out
To walk, as is our habit,
A flurry from the bushes made us jump;
‘Twas not a rabbit.
Instead, a just-awakened fox
Looked at us both, surmising
That no harm was intended,
Though our meeting was surprising.
It darted off into the brush
Like lightning, maybe faster
And all of us were thinking
We’d avoided a disaster.
We don’t see foxes often
So to be so close was thrilling,
An inter-species contact
With acknowledgment, not killing.
I cannot help wondering about Vivaldi.
Antonio was a priest they say,
a cleric of the cloth.
I can’t help surmising
when as a young man
at the Ospedale della Pieta,
(a home for foundlings
and the training of musically inclined
female wards).
I wonder about all that fiddle playing
with an orchestra of young ladies
and him, the red-headed priest
with all that passion and élan.
wanting to express himself
in so many ways
with a strong and vibrant bow
and all those ladies.