Short Vases Poems
Short Vases Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vases by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vases by length and keyword.
White crepe rose petals
fallen. Onyx table top.
Charmeuse memories
shimmer: Cloisonne vases,
Peau de soie breezes wafting.
Categories:
vases, image, rose,
Form:
Tanka
Empty things-
Empty rooms-filled with things-
Empty vases-empty jars
Empty seats-
Cupboards that are bare-
Corridors-in my mind-
Long and narrow-alone I stare-
Vacant land -
You once – were there!
17/11/92
Categories:
vases, depression, introspection, lost love, nostalgia, sad,
Form:
Alliteration
daisies in my hair
red and pink yellow and blue
the fields of frolic
vases hats gardens
trailing sun from window box
swaying to summer
anytime daisy
dawn sunset red midnight black
wild about daisies
Categories:
vases, beautiful, color, flower, garden, moon, summer, sun,
Form:
Haiku
In Paris away from darker side
shows his aptitude for still life.
Painted with a genius brush
his vases of flowers,
vibrant visions are
captured on his
canvases.
Van Gogh
lives.
Penned 23 November 2015
Categories:
vases, art,
Form:
Nonet
The essence of being
Letting it's self into meaning
Much considered
States of thinking
Vast
Holding rareness
Fit for one of kind
Flower Vases
Arrangement calls
Different as Cultural
Curtains
Inviting investigations
Marvel
Categories:
vases, life,
Form:
Free verse
Flasks and drums
Vases and urns
Barrels for holding pickles
Bowls and cups
Pots and pans
Piggy banks for nickles
Beakers, pitchers
Bottles for milk
Mere vessels for the rookies!
For no container
In the world
Can beat my jar of cookies!
Categories:
vases, dedication, food,
Form:
Rhyme
PACKING BABIES
packing babies
like sick vats
vases of acid
open an abscess
I watch…
as a million
people run into
their thin papery
nowhere lands
safe
without stains
on their
fluorescent
fairytale
brains
© Kim van Breda—2 November 2015
Categories:
vases, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
color, flower, nature, rain, red, star, sun,
Climbing clematis
Creep in among the trellis
And coloured stars show!
Rain and sun are needed
For blooming clematis buds
And butterflies to come!
Vases hold clematis
While water keeps them on tap
To display inside!
Categories:
vases, color, flower, nature, rain, red, star, sun,
Form:
Haiku
Swallowing
My timidity
With a long
Shot of puff
Amidst a sea of Jasmines
Sitting on wooden vases
Rippling
The smile
I hardly wear
With warm
Swaying lips-- so tender
Yet, as I dragged myself
To outlast
The whims
Of doubts--
Inside me
My mate came, with question
Marked on her face, in protest
Categories:
vases, angst, husband, life, love, wife,
Form:
Free verse
They were the golden days in many ways,
When I once gave Mom dandelion bouquets.
She loved those bright vases of blooms,
Cheering the corners of childhood rooms!
The lavender dawns and crimson evenings,
Plus the deep golden yellows in between,
Gave rise to such kaleidoscopic memories,
As a rare gemstone's glittering energies.
Categories:
vases, childhood, flower, joy, memory, mother, nature, yellow,
Form:
Rhyme
Favorite varieties pungent sweet aroma
Sweet enjoyable
Scented in their beauty
There's beauty in those flowers
Covered with colors beautiful colors
Adorned flourish the middle
Of the vases blooms
Beautiful beautiful array of a bouquet of flowers
5/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
vases, appreciation, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Their purple blossoms herald Spring.
Their fragrance pure, memories bring.
Every year on Mother's Day
blooms in vases on display.
Lilacs, these I love the best.
Far more fragrant than the rest.
Such a short life that they live
but, oh, the joy that they give.
30/08/2022
for Eight lines of Rhyme: Your favorite flower contest
Categories:
vases, beautiful, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Rainy Days
On rainy days celery sticks make
pillow forts, cookies eat
packs of
cards, test tubes learn
how to
draw, vases lip
sync Gloria Estefan songs, paper airplanes look at
old pictures of
their recycled relatives, Styrofoam cups break
down, ladders bend and
stretch, and
lunch boxes grow
long shiny
silky hair.
Categories:
vases, humor,
Form:
Free verse
what if all peacock feathers were orange and pink?
would that be too wonderful?
would everyone have to have them in vases?
I would, for sure.
we know, my friends say, we know.
they have been to my home where everything is orange and pink.
my favorite colors, all over the place.
I have not painted the refrigerator yet, but I am thinking about it.
Categories:
vases, color,
Form:
Free verse
White, the purity of fresh-fallen snow
Pink, the shine of a unicorn's glow
Yellow, soft dazzling rays of summer sunshine
Orange, marigold tea blended with wine
Red, lipstick's lure; sensuous kisses
Purple, insignia of princes and princesses
Bright colors all, beauty's bounty of roses
Fill crystalline vases, in gay fetching poses
Categories:
vases, beauty, color, flower, happy,
Form:
Couplet
flowers near the window
in bright yellow
a filmy white curtain
swaying in the breeze
late afternoon sunshine
bouncing off walls
a tea pot steaming
a tea cup empty
a book lying open
on a vintage bed
colour glass vases
sparkling in the sun
a tranquil silence
fills the space
photographs
on dresser
purple walls
need paint
Categories:
vases, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Paradisiac haven with cerulean skies
White cockatoos and blue macaws
Flock between the coconut palms
Resembling celestial paradises
White satin sheets cover the king beds
Red exotic flowers decorate fine vases
Promise to couples romantic nights
Educing hidden passion in the veins
Example For Island Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
6-3-2016
Categories:
vases, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Graying clouds, faces
Sprinkled with tears of sorrow...
Deepening thunders
Howling winds, braces
Buffeted by ghastly breath...
Trembling ropes and spikes
Blowing rains, vases
Overturned near grave diggers...
Strewn flower petals
Clearing skies, races
Blanketed the pink coffer...
Gifting her gray vault
Waning tears, faces
Leaked with canopy waters...
Tossing earth within
Categories:
vases, funeral, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Haiku
The fairest of vases sits upon a mantle high
While admiring eyes gaze; doors breathe a long sigh
No expression nor smiles, but its presence calls
To kings and serfs steadfast within encamped walls
Like a beacon shines through opaque, foggy skies
Captures glances of awestruck ones, mesmerized
Unadorned, its beauty, most exquisite pales
But guarding red roses, beauty never fails
~*~
Categories:
vases, nature,
Form:
Rispetto
I keep returning to the jewelry store to look at the vase.
It has all of my favorite colors.
hot pink, orange, turquoise, lavender
I really want it, but it is expensive.
all of my other vases have been thrown out.
Because I am horrible with glass.
I have broken them all into bits.
This would be an expensive one to break, my husband says.
That tears it.
I have to have it now.
Categories:
vases, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
SEA GLASS
Memories are sea glass on the beach
Washed and cleansed from the waves
Staring up as eyes in the morning sun
Some blue, some green, some clear
Reflecting shades of different things
Once were merely bottles on a shelf
Or fancy vases hoping for better times
Each with a kind of gained elegance
Discarded, now as jewels transformed
Eager for collection and remembrance
Categories:
vases, beauty, identity, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Lose your mind
Doing time in all the wrong places
Got some friends
Lots of friends
In all the wrong places
Choose which one
They're all fun
Pretty faces
Dressed their best
Wearing less
In all the wrong places
On display
Come what may
Lined up like vases
Take your chance
Cash advance
In all the wrong places
Lose your heart
Here's where to start
In all the wrong places
Categories:
vases, confusion, introspection, life, love, nostalgia, people, places,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Siblings
will take care of the morgue.
I am going to hang my god
today. Howling winds
are crashing into my breath.
In the sea
of flags, the white death walks on
naked bodies of faith. Innocence
will take a back seat
listening to the roaring assault
of blues.
Was it a hymn to drink
the religion of rage ?
The men sitting in the glass vases
worshiping the rising sun in awe
with folded hands.
Satish Verma
Categories:
vases, art,
Form:
ABC
Swollen eyes
Smeared blood on my chin
Iron taste in my throat
Stinging nose
Cheeks like a fire truck
Eyes like leaky vases
Drip drip drip
Blood everywhere
Blood not stopping
Blood still falling out
Clots of it in my sink
Lots of it on my cheek
CNBD struck again
*CNBD is Chronic Nose Bleed Disorder
I have anywhere from 4 to 30 nosebleeds a week ranging in severity, so I wrote a poem about it
Categories:
vases, life,
Form:
I do not know?
In a well lit room, where the artifacts lay
There are pieces of art strewn across the floor
The lovely works of art are here on display
The people that come and see them all want more
There are statues, vases, sculptures, and paintings
These that bring awe to many who are seeing
Wanting to see art from many parts of Earth
These pieces are special showing their great worth
Russell Sivey
Categories:
vases, art, life, art, art,
Form:
Rispetto