Short Thou Poems
Short Thou Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Thou by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Thou by length and keyword.
Woman !
warm mouth
fiery look...
all enchantment, all impressive tenderness ...
I love thou...
Oh, that thou wouldst come to Me,
In lowliness, on bent knee,
What rapture then would fill My Heart,
What grace to you I would impart!
Dressed in gown of white,
Gazing at the ancient lure,
In the candle’s light,
Pixies dance in her demure,
Nearby, the window’s allure.
Dear diary
Whom I may be thou
Thoughts and days flow with madness
Sadness and love
Whom may I be thou
Dear diary of Whom I may be thou
High beyond my mind.
High beneath the full moon's light.
Higher than thou's mind.
High because I am the light.
Higher than thou's own ego.
Hot tears break and burn
thoughts of bitter things
Solitude smothers
empty broken vows
Is it love that I have known
Lonesome nightingales sing
Today, a better Christian I decided to be by loving my enemies: Stop posting--for a while!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 August 2017
Lucent grapes in Spring
Bluebirds flying and mating.
Verse, in the making.
1-8-2021
3:15am PST
When I was a teen, I would munch
My way through the whole Sunday brunch.
I'd destroy that buffet,
Then as we walked away,
I would ask my poor mother, "When's lunch?"
Know what ever words I say
However hard for my heart you may pray
The reason your heart is held at bay
Is I will always love you
I will always love you
For thou art
The eyes of Heaven
Watch this gate
We come and go
I know this fate
Both hearts beat
Like butterfly wings
Welcome to this quiet place
Thou art heaven to these eyes
fetters that bind
require an anchor
onto which to latch
the breeze is immune
as is the radiant sunlight
reflected by a blissful moon
16-January-2023
A loyal being is my pet frog
More reliable than any dog
For a car a dog will chase
Maybe even win the race
While my trusty frog stays in his bog
(Valentine's Collection)
26.
Together we walk by love's shore,
Luna's light upon us doth shine.
I am entranced by Sapphire eyes,
by my side, thou art my divine.
23/01/2019.
Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.
Be Thou My Vision, O
Lord Of My Heart!
Dwell, Be All Else To
Me, Save That Thou Art!
Word's That Impossible,
Now, Victory We Sum!
Leading's Our Being,
Work's, Strength Might's .... Begun!
i cannot speak but print
be about as accurate
as possible without
problems that be
a pronunciation
difficulty of a
single point
trying to
be as
the sourest of all my...
leftovers
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THOU RAIN
Oh rain why art thou falleth
Isn’t it to stain the earth?
Yes! To accord a soothing comfort
Oh rain why art thou falleth
Aren’t you on a mission?
Hmm... To rescue the earth
To vomit her eternal burden
Religion
a prison…
to fence and restrain
Spoken
or written…
it tries to contain
What can’t
be conscripted
or coveted pure
The Presence
as given
—freely endures
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022).
Who art Thou oh Lord to me
The heart within my heart
The soul within my soul
The breath within my breath
Yet wretched mortal in me
Knows not how to love thee
Knows not how to find thee
Knows not how to yearn for thee
He opens his small round mouth and words spout
The problem is he inserts his foot and not trout
His spouting isn't funny at all
He is headed for a big fall
Donald, the nation is tired of your tout
Oh Great Silent One, where fore art thou
Visiting our Queen or trimming thy brows
Important things first
Dost thou possess a royal thirst
Thou didst reiterate, thou ain't a loyalist no how!
(Shakespeare ALMOST!)
Thou art God,
O Naked Girl,
And all of Thee be fine.
I, too, God,
With air for wearing,
And all of Me be Thine.
Come! Let's roll upon the bed
And set the springs a-singing;
Two into One,
God unto God,
Our virginity far-flinging!
In Thy name they slaughter, my Lord, knowing not that Thou art is love!*
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
23 March 2016
*Just for today, I come out of my cocoon, to mourn Brussels' victims AND
to wish you all: HAPPY EASTER!
Gramercy of this aroint,
doth she come?
Sirrah crown cries well met,
doth she come?
Ye wast in a hurry.
Aroint! Thy heads were seel.
Aye, thou art nay dispatches.
Aye, thou art woe.
Thou wouldst be dead.
Hark now hie!
Hark now hie!