Short Wert Poems
Short Wert Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wert by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wert by length and keyword.
My Love Meine Geliebte
meine geliebte
wie es throbes von oben
Meine geliebte
weil ich liebe dich sehr
i do not care für Eitelkeit
nehmen Sie mich , meinen Wert
Sie entschlüsseln ,.. meine Liebe...
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Categories:
wert, love,
Form:
Rhyme
But Childhood Thou Wert
I knew not what thou really wert,
Until from me thou did part.
Tho' innocence was what thou meant,
But poor me—that, I hastily spent!
And now in these days of my youth,
I have come to know the truth:
That childhood thou simply wert,
All those years I had thee in my heart....
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Categories:
wert, childhood, innocence, truth, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Forgotten
Around me are whispers in the wind,
Promises for another time and day;
Sunlight slips around my shoulder,
Warmth, feeling its way.
Will I know the time of wind,
Or let it slip right through my hands?
Promises forgotten, misplaced,
Buried beneath the blowing sands.
©2014, Carla Phelps Wert...
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Categories:
wert, emotions, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Not clean enough to spit upon
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'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon',
I would not piss in your ear,
if your brain was on fire.
For what you have done defiles mercy's dung.
For on your face, the stain of wrongs is drawn, indelible,
And your words, beget bitter, pointless heartless disdain.
So soiled is your soul, and all grace is so far gone,
Forgiveness is pointless, a forlorn waste of time....
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Categories:
wert, anger, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Tripping the Light Fantastic
"Tripping the Light Fantastic"
Dance?
She said,
romancing
the lost agenda
You’re so
left
sold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.”
sold
soled
souled...
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Categories:
wert, fantasy, fun, humor, light, muse, romance,
Form:
Free verse
You Are My Rose
Some people say
almost every day,
That love is a treat,
but thou art a cheat;
You love me not
they swear with God.
One even pinched his nose
but still, I say thou art my rose;
But if thou prove’st me wrong,
after I wrote in my summer song
That thou art the only one
who doth bring me joy and fun
And attest to me thou wert satire,
sorrowfully from love I will retire....
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Categories:
wert, love,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme