Short Symbolise Poems
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here we are, alive and aglow
for which boon should we then aspire
peace pervades form, our thoughts are slow
we symbolise God’s sacred fire
What they did to tamir rice Cold as ice I'll give some advice Think twice Think thrice An innocent paid the price Which led to his demise This is a matter of black lives Our final goodbyes We look to the sky As we wipe our eyes A burning rage on the inside So then we devise And collect our allies To symbolise To vocalise Our need for you to apologise And recognise Your many lies You televise And improvise A way to criminalise Black lives
Walking by the road in that nice evening, A fleet of birds is constantly reshaping.
Different shapes and shades fill the sky, Carrying energy that would never die.
Going along like restless rebellion, As if the entire sky is in their mercy and possession.
Little birdies wait within the nest,
So the fleet flies to make it at the earliest.
Never witnessed such an ethnic sincerity,
These flocks together symbolise Universal integrity.
Spring is back.
For hark!
The Eastern Bluebirds have returned,
Flying in droves from tree to tree,
Singing to their hearts’ delight.
No wonder they symbolise
The joy and happiness
Of gardens with fragrance love.
Yet I also admire The Swainson Thrush,
Aspiring grandeur with its fluting song.
A sure sign that Spring is back,
A choir of music mixed with skylarks,
Achieving a harmonious symphony,
A feeling that adds to the joy of bells.
The New Year
Arrives
In a pack
Of playing cards!
No one knows
What the New Year
Holds for us!
The pack contains
52 cards
Plus two jokers!
The 52 cards
Make the 52 weeks—
One card
For each week!
The jokers
Symbolise
Joy and sorrow!
One of them
Will attend on us
All the time…
So there is a fair mix
Of both
For us
Through the year!
That is the way
The New Year
Is going to be!
That is the way
Life is going to be…
Autumn, the burnish of her hair
Trapped devil flecks of pitchfork red,
Cascading shades of setting suns
Billowing on the satin bed.
Lithe puma she stretches,
Lissom flesh as fluid milk,
In the scarlet of her parting lips,
In the rust motes of her eyes,
In the pallor of her cherished skin,
Sex and sweetness symbolise.
Red as the bleed of Shepard clouds
Burning the twilight fields,
Autumn, the burnish of her hair,
Beauty, her yield of yields.
I don't need a day that's been set aside
To tell of my love that's forever,
For you are the moon and I the tide
Inextricably linked together.
I give you no rose to symbolise
The passion my heart holds for you
For it's petals can't match the beauty I see
In your eyes of sparkling blue.
So I give you these words
And the truth that they speak
For the message they carry is pure,
You are all that I dream of
And through all of my life
My love for you will endure.