Short Susurrus Poems
Short Susurrus Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Susurrus by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Susurrus by length and keyword.
so suave spicy whispery
hot way in return
Susurrus of leaves,
Gently soothes the Southern hills:
golden moonlight streams through trees
whose limbs are laden with leaves
as wind's susurrus lulls me
into autumn's dream
On a Crisp Autumn Evening
susurrus, autumn, tree,
The susurrus breeze
of spring’s ingénue trees
now rasps and wheezes,
rustling sparse leaves as
the trees, now crones,
rest brittle bones,
primed for winter’s coming.
Strength of my blues...
susurrus, imagination, sad, visionary,
I do not know?
I hear heavy chains dragging across
Heavy feet they can't lift too weak
Deep susurrus to dry to speak
The air is thick
sticky with each inhale
Drowning my soul
My blues I can't controle......
The Sound of Autumn
susurrus, analogy, autumn, philosophy,
The youth get old quickly while learning goes slowly,
Of even a single minute or second we can’t make light.
When in dreamlike spring we still indulge contentedly,
Susurrus leaves of phoenix trees touch the steps in sight.
susurrus, beauty, blue, light, morning, silence, star,
in the dawning of the sun
the stars within me rise
light hues of reds and blues
as sail with blurring stars,
susurrus of silky movements
awakens me to her morning song
our kisses rising with our hearts
and through our love into the silence
Sensing the Divine
susurrus, creation, dream, god, space, spiritual, universe,
Is the universe
or is this a being
to comprehend itself—
faint and gossamer web—
arrayed for us
as law and truth?
Will I ever know?
Will I understand,
if I do?
Morning Mind Matter
susurrus, art, beauty, deep, happy, life, morning, night,
It’s half past four in the morning.
Thoughts swirl in my head,
Not one a epiphany.
I can’t help but to wish every day
Radiated the petrichor
That smells like home and happiness.
The susurrus of night swirls in my ears,
So painfully present
I cannot seem to think straight.
susurrus, analogy, joy, spring, wind, , western,
Waning sun sinks slow, makes
western sky chromatic.
Wings of lured butterflies
whir susurrus of spring,
waking up blooming buds.
Waltzing wind flows past me,
whispers music of joy.
May 10, 2021
Syllable count 6 per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest Pleiades W
Sponsor : Kim Merryman...
The Page Turner in the Shade
susurrus, books, light,
illuminating the whodunnit
with an old timey lantern -
her Nancy Drew silhouette
prim and proper.
this giant suspenser -
susurrus of stars in her ebony eyes.
it’s momentous the aha moment -
the page turner in the shade.
Eve Roper’s Free Verse Or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Used picture #2
consumed in a lunar reflection
susurrus, death, imagination, life, love, me,
here I woke
and she waits for me there,
susurrus her wings spoke
and I walk within her stare.
every form & thought
in a lunar reflection.
lift this veil of nought
hold the soul that with
a bloody chalice
let the wound cover me
bleed me into you
all that filled this before
closed in the eye,
A world without poetry
A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.~ Aberjhani
if a tree falls and there is no one to hear it
not even the merest susurrus
for a poet to capture the moment
the spell of redamancy would be broken
the world, as we know it, would not exist
From my achieves.
susurrus, autumn, color, funeral, imagery, nature, seasons, summer,
from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires
pinned to the chill air
a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red
the ground is a fresh wound, edgeless
a breeze worries the boughs
stokes the hanging flames into quivering
a slow burn resumes
accompanied by a susurrus of sighs
a dirge for a season
and the summer sky, now turned slate,
Susurrus of October
susurrus, 10th grade,
Temperate and gentle.
Oak trees, whose golden leaves rustle in the
Breeze as they fall to the rich
Restful Radiant Autumn
Autumn brings with it a myriad of bulbs, flowers and shrubs.
It is a season that burst with vibrant colours and soft, mellow sounds.
Brooks babble, as mild winds whistle through the trees of young saplings.
Everything ready to welcome another perfect picture painted by nature for all to enjoy.
susurrus, imagination, philosophy, visionary,
He could see
through the faint frost
on the window pane
that the city in the afternoon rain
had turned into a charcoal sketch
of varying shades of gray with,
here and there, streaks of deathly white
and smudges of bloodied red.
And each word
that the magistrate
slowly uttered sounded
remote and dull like raindrops falling
into a dark, deep well, stirring a susurrus
that chilled and scared his heart
that jackhammered his chest declaring:
beyond reasonable doubt, guilty!...