Short Yearling Poems
Short Yearling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Yearling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Yearling by length and keyword.
the night is the black down of a yearling
this sky a taunt of trailed stars
let me spin in a frosty lane,
head back,
too fast to count
and throw the dark to ground
This grassed non-place; no-name scent-depth.
Hearts, thereout which bound
Young rabbit-furred, yearling-spotted
Filled with Earth-breathed love.
As free they, and ever fresh, to
This feeling state alone
Left; as I! Floaty peacefulness.
Still yet to drop out of!
The rain that reached the rural of my roof
Collapsed through ceilings cracked, a crying child
Sometimes I cry myself. A man I mourn
The day that I will die of deaths disease
In tale I tease my thoughts to take back time
When age was young, a yearling of a youth
But brother, I must battle this blind pain
As he that walked with faith on waters will
A yearling asleep
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck
He would miss being
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days
He frolicked through the grass
And then he clambered up a tree,
Gazing at the cars all filled
With wide-eyed folk like me.
The traffic slowed so everyone
Could get a little peek
At the black bear yearling (give or take),
The highlight of the week.
It's such a treat to catch a glimpse
Of wildlife in the wild.
Perhaps that bear, confronting us,
Was equally beguiled.
Yearling struts its liberty in unstinting energy
Oblivious to reserve that shoes a gallop with dullness
Unaware of regret's stable and the binaries of age
Trotting between indolence and indulgence
Hot-blooded youth that knows the sway of vigor in
every race, instinctive
right out of the gate
Acrostic composed May 5/2023
If only my vision were totally perfect,
This yearling poet would never sleep nor eat.
You'd find me here 24/7, in my glory,
Forever and a day, on Poetry Soup Street.
You have seen my bare soul,
And I have seen yours through your poems
and welcomed comments, how very sweet!
It's more than a blessed magnificent treat,
Being with you all, on Poetry Soup Street!
Gratefully and with my love~
Panagiota