Short Torch Poems
Short Torch Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Torch by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Torch by length and keyword.
farewell
stepping down
less one this ticket
empathy for our country
the torch is passed, age has revealed its sly self
For teachers are the torch the gods may send,
Whose patient light, the wounds of darkness mend;
Who, but they bring beginning, there be end.
Once the torch of self-knowledge is lit
clearer
the way that leads to the divine grows!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 June 2020
Snoopy, hero of Peanuts cartoon fame
Sure knew how to play the sympathy game
He never said Boo
Or even Yahoo
And became every lady reader's flame
Pass the torch
I'm getting burned
Pass the torch
It's the young un's turn
Pass the torch
Its flame's sunk low
Pass the torch
It's time to go...
beacon of light shones -
sea of tranquality bod
God's Heavenly torch
TORCH
will light
children’s mind
shapes a heart to shine
burns a passion to dream
glaring sun for future wins
“education is lifetime torch”
death colours' season
takes a new torch to run with
until legs resist
~thirsty crossing the desert
looking for new oasis
My soul, a torch my Lord,
Praying to be lit by Your heavenly sparkle
So as
The path of Your righteousness to discern
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 April 2019
The finding of oneself
is the torch one has to light
for
to illumine the path that leads to
God's revelation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2020
As we embraced in the enveloping darkness of his front porch,
I am filled with peace and warmth, knowing I will always hold this torch.
Shrouded in secrecy: love comparable to a scorch.
Not cute or in genre,
in tune or in tone
The message drives forward,
the muse casting stones
Untimely, eternal,
a voice speaking fast
My pen now a torch
—the darkness is past
(Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016)
With days becoming short
the light is growing dim
My eyes no longer search
this vow my final hymn
Its message splits the air
a flight with no return
The journey to within
—one final torch to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
I am immersed into your darkness
As I wait for your return
Holding on to Amber claimless
If I let loose you'll feel the burn
You lit a torch into my vein
Did you kindle it with care
As the empty sky desists its reign
Will it distend my hungry stare
Olympic flame, a stolen piece of sun,
balanced in my unworthy hands,
half a mile—just long enough
to feel the weight of history
and the lightness of being chosen.
my footsteps left no mark—the fire did,
brief, bright—symbol of the fire within.
Tonight you'll rise
from the ashes of a story
no one claims
Strike a light, toss the match,
face awash, watch it catch
There's glory in the flames!
The trust you've earned blackened and charred,
just turn and cross back through the yard
and let fire burn to dust what remains...
My
dearest,
shed a tear,
light a candle,
love Christ completely.
Then go, spread the gospel,
true defender of the faith.
Reach near and far, press on my love;
never give in, nor settle, and know...
'For to live is Christ, and to die is gain.'
For my beloved.
(Poem a day)
01.07.2026
M-ake torch of truth brighten
A-pril twenty-sixth Wednesday;
R-adiant blaze is shining,
V-icious lies are far away.
I-lluminate torch of truth guides you everywhere;
C-omforting message and wisdom come from the loving Father.
M-ove on, see the sun
A-bove the new horizon;
L-ight warms your heart,
T-orch of truth is
O-n.
The Ancestral Pen
when passing down
to heirs apparent
is thus endowed
Its ink distilling
what time cannot
a legacy willing
what can’t be bought
The Ancestral Pen
rewrites the tome
of generations
that sat the throne
From voices distant
to voices near
the torch is passed
— the future clear
(The New Room: December, 2025)
Masquerading in a church full of dreams,
all parishioners in their pews
The preacher straightens his mask and starts,
a sermon old renewed
Hellfire and brimstone come roaring out,
words to torch and burn
His face staying hidden as the nightmare unfolds
—the congregation’s dreams left spurned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
The screen door
Of the lakeside cabin
Is carved with slices
The size of claws
From the jumping family dog
Of long ago
From which fish flies skim through
The moonlit din
Thinning
Themselves
Into those slots
Dropped
Like silver coins
Into the lamp light
Of the cabin
Hoping it’s enough
To re-start the cuckoo clock
Left for dead
On my old man’s wall.
PASSING THE TORCH
Come to light another torch
Why? Because the truth is in the hands of the masters in every prize
Come to light another torch
Why? Because the truth requires perfect accountability for one’s own perceptions and lies
I light the torch
Sharing love, wisdom, expertise
An inspiration of my mission
to the Life’s magnificence
Although,
God shows no favoritism to any soul
For
Each soul is a part of Him,
He is delighted to respond to any man's plea for:
Light
Truth
virtue,
justice, and wisdom
Since
God knows that these men
May become the saviors and torch-bearers;
Of love
Of mercy
Of compassion, and
Of humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 August 2021
His mind turned razor sharp,
just like daddy's used to
when he told me i was wrong and to stop it,
(can a six year old be wrong?)
so til his mind softened like newly melted butter,
I carried the torch.
I carried it through the mudslide,
and through that earth shaking quake,
and back into the cold rain.....
I carried the torch,
and then one day,
we stepped into bliss.
(it was worth it)
My grain of life,
Like sparks of a passing torch,
Rips and licks at strife.
While sad on a porch
The red cardinal claims a song,
Then swoops down into dark mulch.
Then children playing in the night,
Like misfit angels they've taken your tongue,
Spilling pride to such shock and fright.
The grain of your life is as long as the breadth of your consciousness.
And the shoes that you wore when you were four may one day be worn by Pegasus.