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Short Xviii Poems

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


Everydayness Xviii
walking uphill
the old man
kicks a can...

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Categories: xviii, journey, old,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Haiku XVIII
moons of Jupiter
through the telescope's keen eye
playground marbles gleam...

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Categories: xviii, planet,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Emagi Neruda Love Sonnet
P Neruda 100 love sonnets xvii

        C
         xxx
            abab cdcd efef gg
                               XVIII...

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Categories: xviii, poems, poets,
Form: Shape
Premium Member Tanka Xviii
her bed clothes
laid across her bed--
a trek to town?
her failing memory
won't lead her home


Prev. Pub. in TSA Anthology 2020...

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Categories: xviii, confusion, memory,
Form: Tanka
Premium Member CLERIHEW ecphrasis XVIII
Venus,Goddess of Love sans her mascara
central lady in Sandro's' La Primavera'*
Simonetta Vespucci as this supermodel
To Bottecelli close-ups were a doddle...

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Categories: xviii, art,
Form: Ekphrasis



Epistle Xviii - Pashmina
Lust is the
ladylike curve
of the Ottoman kilij
that kisses
the jugular vein
of the pagan wanderer,
as he slumbers underneath
the Esfahani opulence of
temptation’s velveteen
Pashmina fleece...

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Categories: xviii, christian, god, jesus, passion, religious, sin, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Makita Xviii: Diary of a Streetwalker
She’d recite the fairest refrains
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms...

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Categories: xviii, lost love,
Form: Verse
Grocery Poem Xviii
I’ve started seeing faces
of once strangers reappear with time

they don’t spare a smile for me
perhaps I’m still a stranger to them

the mother with a cart full of fresh
produce and peanuts, a daughter eating grapes

the steel-toed man at the sandwich
counter who eats absolutely no tomato

I can feel the warmth in the quilted
fabric of our lives, slowly woven together...

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Categories: xviii, friend,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things