Short Trumpets Poems

Short Trumpets Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trumpets by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trumpets by length and keyword.


War

thought wirrlin'
blood screamin'
steel flash
torn voice
armies clash
unmade choice
feet poundin'
trumpets soundin'


A Base Man

A Former Minister Of Goverment in Dominica 
Charles Maynard
Once Said
A Base Man Can never Blow The Trumpets Of Serenity.
© Lord Cam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Swiftly Spring

come back swiftly spring lily trumpets announcing ~~ warmer days ahead
written October 8, 2022
Form: Haiku

Love's Simplicity

Trumpets never heard
Freedom from passion at last
The simplicity of love
To feel free of all desire
Trembling hands intertwined
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Quaternion

DECEMBER festive in evergreen
MARCH trumpets a Springtime scene
JUNE'S high moment,too,too soon
SEPTEMBER bedecked in Autumn's  bloom
Form: Didactic


Lost Home

Wondering this world
Seeking a home for my body
I shall close my eyes
Just for a second.....  what sound
Trumpets playing for my wake
© Ezra Cook  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Spring Chorus

mellifluous sounds
join silent golden trumpets ~
to herald in spring

02.03.19

Spring Haiku Poetry Contest : sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Form: Haiku

Celebrations 'Npm'

first green shoots appear celebrations underground trumpets lead parade Written 24th December 2020
HONORABLE MENTION
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Quaternion

QUATRE SAISON II
DECEMBER festive in evergreen
MARCH trumpets a Springtime scene
JUNE'S high moment,too,too soon
SEPTEMBER bedecked in Autumn's  bloom

Premium Member Sequence-In Heaven

A
silence
will be found
'ere the trumpets
sound-
all
the world
then proclaims;
Jesus Christ will
reign



See more at 
Rev 8:1 , 11:15 ,19:16
Form: Lanterne

He Has Risen

Amidst glittering sunbeams
Total darkness dissipates in
His shining light
To the sound of blaring trumpets
A chorus of angels sings
Hosanna He has risen.

Daffodils

I never remember
year to year but then 

some morning 
in March 

I'll walk out in the yard
and hear

the first trumpets
of Spring


Donal Mahoney

Daffodils

I never remember
year to year but then 

some morning 
in March 

I'll walk out in the yard
and hear

the first trumpets
of Spring


Donal Mahoney

Premium Member Heavenly

Bright light brings the sound of trumpets embraced by praise sound fades all is one

1/24/19

*Entry for the Heavenly Monoku contest.  Sponsor:  Kim Rodrigues
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Cold Turkey

Trumpets blared from orifices hidden
   Awaiting his doom, the prince was bidden
To enter the dark hole of all things unknown
   Suppressing a shriek, he unplugged his phone
Form: Rhyme

We Dance Sickly 2k11

Hark! Loudly sounds th' ill-advised trumpets...  
Dance thou Addicts! Dance thou Alcoholics!  
'We Dance Sickly' as though helpless puppets;  
Do all addicts and alcoholics.
Form: Quatrain

Revelations

The earth shall tremble
From the trumpets of God 
The earth shall split
From the hands of Satan
The four horsemen shall ride,
Upon this earth, but
Nothing shall be forsaken

Premium Member Sinai Experience

Trumpets blaring, lightning flashing
Mt. Sinai smoking, thunder crashing

   Moses may have reached the highest of heights
   Yet it looks like God rigged up the first strobe light
Form: Epigram

Premium Member - Haiku X 350 - spring awakening -

                                   when trumpets blow spring
                                       petals awaken to life -
                                      crystal stream chuckle
Form: Haiku

Premium Member - Haiku X 324 - springtime melodies -

                                           harmonious time
                                        singing continuously - 
                                        whistles and trumpets
Form: Haiku

Premium Member At Trumpets' Blast

at trumpets' blast
    at snaredrums' roll
  flautists pipe
    bells mournful toll ...

  doors creak late evening
    owls hoot at will
  Is yon graveyard still
    high on the hill
Form: Rhyme

Long, Lost Coast

A feeling,
unbearable calls–
toward its trumpets 
I do fall,
aware but undefined, 
long, lost winding coast–
I come, then settle in
alone again,
Siddhartha's son,
the ascetic life begins.

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violens, chellos, giutars, drums, flutes, trumpets, tambourines, tenors
alto's, bass......
Form: Ballad

Sparrow Kissed

when at last the trumpets call, will i exist, be here at all, or just part of the grey-some mist, dew drop maybe kissed, by sparrow, in the fall.... Don Johnson. Russells sensuous...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poetry Aficianados

Some condemn my poems with scorn Blow their trumpets like a fog horn At the end of the day Who cares what they may say I ignore their efforts and yawn! 7/11/18
Form: Limerick

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