Short Surveyor Poems

Short Surveyor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Surveyor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Surveyor by length and keyword.


Premium Member Shadow of a Mouse

Last night,
a spirit moved along the ceiling...
I followed it 
through cat eyes.
   It moved slowly
like a winter spider 
or Sower in an oil painting.
  Was it a surveyor from heaven,
a hell-sent scout
or just a mousy dream 
shuffling
beyond a shadow of doubt.


Premium Member Bald Eagles

The bald eagles soar
    looking for movement at sea...
       fishing from on high.

High up in the air
   they joyously bob and weave
     ~ dancing in the sky.

On the high bare branch,
    surveyor of all below,
       the eagle is king.
    


for Carolyn's Bald Eagle contest
Form: Haiku

Worse When Betrayed By Family

It hurt very bad.
When land was taken away.
Betrayal complete.
Land is not worth it.
Land surveyor wonders why,
Reasons were selfish.
Just give least amount.
For granting right of way road
Cannot build house now.
Don't want to live there.
Too close to my family.
The ones who betrayed.
Form: Choka

all connected

We are all connected,
The donkey, the merle, and me,
You are the children of God,
You proud cats, and dogs
You generous sheep,

Deer and pigeons, eagles
Share the same light,
The same sky, what a sacred mystery,

The donkey, the merle, and the poet,
The horse and the arrogant seagull,
The monkey, the surveyor, and the linnet,
The giraffe with a pulpy orange neck
We are all connected.

Yelling At the Daffodils

Pick what you want or ridicule all
Here i stand never going to fall
I am an indestructible force
A man who wont kneel but die on his feet
The last man standing my head held high
My mind fill the ether like clouds in the sky
Outside the box a lateral surveyor
No god will answer my prayer
A freak a weirdo, just a little bit off
For all that berate me
You can all do your worst
Your pitiful lives are all your own curse


Premium Member Daybreak

Dawn, with gauzy  garments bright
Her gentle fingers gently pull the light
From the secret bosom of the night..

In the glade , in silent splendor stands
The stag, surveyor of this forest land
King of that singular moment grand

Pearls on drooping fronds of green
Bowed in supplication so they seem
Just one moment in this misty dream

This single day awakes with humble pride
With His breath it's constant guide
Letting morning's quiet peace abide.
Form: Rhyme

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