Short Tracery Poems
Short Tracery Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tracery by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tracery by length and keyword.
in soft outline
strokes
whorls&
stains
cropping close
piercing black
upright
&
informal
imaginary &surprising
ambiguous
perhaps
an allusion
something from
nothing
refined
evocations
of
minimalist
tracery
Categories:
tracery, art,
Form:
Imagism
Magnified is this cloudless sky
with nothing unseen or seen.
Yet, there, spotted; a spot
in the faraway,
a puff of off-white tracery,
a hint of cloudiness,
and yet
so perfectly placed,
an eloquent flaw
in this amplitude of
clearest blue.
Categories:
tracery, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
dimwit damping desires
punctured passion pulsing
puking, sopped plenary
impregnated zeal gnashing
odd offshoot scolding
cremated cusses cobbling
hewn nosy tracery
strapped self scrunching
jumpy jazz jolting
mystic mist moaning
lusty limbs lurching
felon feigning ally;
perforated pulpy pedigree.
19:11:30:5:00
Note: To all corrupt Police Officers!
Categories:
tracery, corruption,
Form:
Sonnet
WINTER TRACERY
Shapes spread statuesque,
foliage in Winter tracery.
silver birches,paper barked.
A spectacle ,avsentinel of
stem-structures encompasses
and canopies the season with
simplicity.
You may hear me recite this poem and much of my anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthychiro.
Check out my short forms(Footle/broken monku/tristich/kuhlmann etc etc )@strandpoet on twitter.
Categories:
tracery, seasons,
Form:
Tristich
the gate to the old cemetery is rusty and old
though once upon a time is was elegant and gilded
ornate with filigree tracery ornamentation
now, it is d e c a y i n g fragile, beautiful
I push to open and the gate sighs creaks, groans, moans
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g
into the cemetery
the green wraps around me like a warm cloak
Categories:
tracery, nature,
Form:
Verse
A mousy light filters a tracery of sunset,
dappled beams succumb to gloaming.
Evening stretches moments
for the rescue of wreckages,
to calm the upheavals of disheveled hours.
Dusk softly pronounces its adieus,
carries the bruised upon ebbing tides
as children, they are brought out
from burning houses.
Upon a twilight cradle
eventide glides each baffled breath
along a dwindling shore,
a Moses basket
that dreams us unto dawn.
Categories:
tracery, poetry,
Form:
Free verse