Short Varnish Poems
Short Varnish Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Varnish by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Varnish by length and keyword.
Who are you to sit
so near my head and
look to tempt my wit
by the keys in hand?
Standing tall before
I lock the heavy
varnish covered door
built to raise a tree.
Categories:
varnish, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Andie's Baboon crushed donuts everyday for goats. He insisted jokingly. Kim lost money
napping on pool Q's. Resisting sever trouble using varnish, wine, x rays, yelling
ZOOOOOOM
Categories:
varnish, funny
Form:
ABC
Voices mutter
echoes carry on
reflecting from ceilings
Streams of faces
mirrored in varnish
pale blank stares remember
Old paint cracking
limestone's polish fades
thin civilization
Categories:
varnish, philosophy
Form:
Verse
Voices mutter
echoes carry on
reflecting from ceilings
Streams of faces
mirrored in varnish
pale blank stares remember
Old paint cracking
limestone's polish fades
thin civilization
Categories:
varnish, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Above the fire
Next to
The gnarled
Moose head
Single snowshoe
Desert varnish
Dry window
Cold
Air
Windless
White
Night
Snowshoe tracks
Deep within my heart
Categories:
varnish, allegory
Form:
Free verse
its wood frame is flaking
the face reflected in the glass
is time-lagged
recognizable only
when molded
to a memory
tomorrow
i will strip the frame down
varnish it
polish the mirror
then sell it on
as a good riddance
Categories:
varnish, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A dash of wood varnish
A- twiddle-lee-dee
A coat of wood polish
A-twiddle-lee-dum
An Easter red bonnet
A twiddle-lee-doo
We shall be
Like unvarnished wood
Blessed by the carpenters hands
Then, he shall smooth out the rough edges
Categories:
varnish, imagination, inspirational, introspection, easter,
Form:
Free verse
Long has it been maintained,
writing sprang from economic drive and need,
seeing as the cuneiform tablets
were soon interpreted with worldly eyes.
But economics is a stylus scratching lies on clay,
a social science to varnish human selfishness away.
Categories:
varnish, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Antiques
He is there,
Grandfather Clock like,
a throwback to another era.
His finely chiseled and polished edges,
the scrapings of life,
the worn, faded, varnish.
His value
should have increased with age,
as with the clock.
Their timeless presence
sweet mementos
of a dusted past.
Categories:
varnish, age,
Form:
Verse
Where has the grass gone, juicy,
Green, shiny as if covered with a transparent varnish.
Where did I go,
Chained to the coolness of the life-giving carpet,
Sprinkled with the glare of the sun, straight from the blue sky.
Where is the flower?
In which I lived like something winged and inconspicuous.
Categories:
varnish, memory, mystery, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
distinctive dates always
involve
meticulous vital keys
important
detailed flawlessness
considered
attires vigilant choice
perfected
essential final selection
striking
the hands will reveal
red
passion portrayed sharply
merits
seduction by means of
nail varnish
© September 2013—Kim van Breda
Categories:
varnish, sensual, vanity,
Form:
Free verse
Deliberating about something cool
Which can varnish a smirk on someone's face
Don't know a bit, if you deem that I'm a fool
But this hand with a pen, grasping commotion for this race
It's hard to conceive this verses
Kind a like I'm in crisis
Stop meditating that this is nonsense
I am just with adoration for this calligraphy that I miss.
Categories:
varnish, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Mate, if you give a fig, name is Jiggers.
Know now, I’m the kind of guy who likes booze.
People handed me that name, it figures.
I’m all coffin varnish smeared with tattoos.
Wild and mean, that kind of life’s what I choose.
Be sure, Saint John’s place to find a cheap flop,
place where I can try to shake all my blues.
I think Saint John’s a good New Brunswick stop.
Categories:
varnish, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
All the clouds where pistachio
The ink and the pen where not strong enough
The young lover brought himself to the window
He threw pebbles that tickled the weak glass
He did not know which weather was going to come out
His sweet and gentle sunny day
Or the thunderstorm of May
He braved himself and waited like a fox at night
Whether to varnish or stand like the oak in the rain
Categories:
varnish, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
With keen eyes, I follow July’s evening
Spread its blended palette of amber tints,
Of varnish 'midst interlude of showers
That I enter into nature's mystique;
Before me— an avian carousal
A radiant skyscape where nightingales
And jays reel from warmth of moonlight, aflame
Circling within rare space of equinox:
Birds' flights slowly disengaging for now
From interludes of pewter pewter dew.
First place
Categories:
varnish, bird, july,
Form:
Free verse
bloodshot deriving out of wide eyes conformed to the ceiling
ruby red polish accompany the nail
spritz of fragrance leaving behind an illusion of professionalism
receiving roses to give glad hand towards beauty
why is my allurement the focal point of my pitiful existence?
the roses molded
the incense faded
the varnish chipped away
the lids have found one another once again
awaken once more only to find that expression
Categories:
varnish, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Stripped of paint and any varnish
Most likely off tune, but how would we know
Singing a song for the hundredth time
I’ll bet you’ve never heard it.
This is a poem for my old school’s piano
The place that was once Saint James
We’d stand on the stage
And sing our hearts away
ANd hit eachother with multi colored tubing
You think I don’t remember you
From back when you couldn’t play Bach
You’d be mistaken, my old friend
Even if you forgot
Categories:
varnish, childhood, innocence, school, youth,
Form:
I do not know?
I love smells
Vicks and lemon comforts me
Cinnamon roll and pine cone
Remind me of Christmas
Smells seduce me, entice me, delight me.
I use my sniffer to figure out the world.
Old Spice. Hello Daddy.
Sweet Honesty. My days of being young and cute.
Fresh paint. A new beginning.
Varnish. The one dresser I refinished.
Gasoline. Vanilla. Caramel. All with their own memories.
Parading around in my head, reminding me of days I thought I had lost.
Categories:
varnish, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form:
Free verse
Subjects can their Bad Kings banish:
Their Lords that image tarnish
By being decisive and mannish
While proving them a clannish
After bribing schnapps of the Danish
And deceiving wine the Spanish!
Subjects must the details furnish
Of the wrongs by Monarchs to banish
And if they wish some garnish
Or the entire narrative varnish!
Subjects should Terrible Kings punish
Their faults ceases to burnish
Their eulogy for The–Without–Blemish.
Categories:
varnish, community, people, perspective, power,
Form:
Rhyme
one night stand of
smooth & absolute
dark
walnut
finish
(once soaked & lathered in
varnish, no doubt)
sits in the corner of the bedroom
reminding of the
madcap,
turbulently unbridled &
dare
one
might
say,
violent
pillow fight
had between two laughing teenagers
bursting with
energy,
in the attempt to drown out the
uncomfortably
cacophonous
sounds being produced by
two
consenting
adults
engaging in rough sex in the neighboring
apartment.
Categories:
varnish, life,
Form:
Free verse
You need direction to set foot in
strange land,
but you don't need direction to Walk through my thoughts.
I wish to lost my way to glory and found myself in your heart
then i visited dreams to pave my eyes over your varnish face,
because distance set us miles apart.
I'd tell you how much I love you but existing words can't explain
but you will have an idea if you count the molecules of the rain.
When my desire burn you with flame, I'll love the ashes of you that remain
Categories:
varnish, love,
Form:
Rhyme