Short Watchword Poems
Short Watchword Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Watchword by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Watchword by length and keyword.
He opened the book
In Isaiah he looked
And then, proclaimed the word-
All the synagogue heard,
His prophetic watchword
Full story @ Luke 4:16-21
Brilliant young girl
Old in character
Lovely and fun to be with
Unarguably, a rare jewel
Wearing on her face,
A gap- toothed grin
That sparkles like rainbow
In that smile, there's vigour
Fidelity, her watchword
Enthralling all, her virtues
Amongst this ligneous I don’t run around,
keep still where all the timber spars surround,
for if I move a little man falls down
hate filled from stilts I brought him to the ground.
Delusion was his watchword when up high,
deluded how the light would blind his eyes
but with his feet on grass the forest sees
and what a stilted mind defines as trees.
For you were a shrub among the poplars,
Evergreen and watery seeds your watchword
Scribbling knowledge in spilt-milk saga
Set pace for the observing world which in
Foetus I did follow, after the mighty fall
That very spot at the Nsukka Front should know
No deletion; let it grow shrubs for Okigbo’s wreaths,
And, poplars, in one single trunk, be his monument of a
Shrub among the Poplars.
And let the HEAVENSGATE open for him.
Though I know not, how it is there
I can tell, what it is
Though I know not, why it is there
I can tell, what it is like
It, is Monday
Always first in weekdays
Usually last in favour
Manic is the bangles watchword
Born into the unknown routine
We sit and watch coffee stew
A day of beginning or
Merely repeating cycle?
How did this come to pass?
Why does it linger still?
In the bleak light of dawn
Cold coffee dregs hold no answers
DEMISE OF HUMANITY
Among the lethal weapons,
are callous calculations,
happiness in my land
home of the hospitality,
Image of those arsenals!
They're meant for humans.
civilization has been corrupted;
Long before nuclear weapons,
but with a single strike,
civilization will be wiped off
The land we plough,
the soil we till all day,
Assiduity is our watchword.
Civilization was born by Africa,
In our hand it blossoms.
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