Crisp Poems

Crisp poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of crisp poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on crisp are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Wholeness

The Wholeness short poem

Days are crisp, nights chilled. A lake of fluid fire, under the clouds, prepares for a virgin assault. I do not thaw the frozen hurts, respect the disguise of the old lover. Hearing my own voice from a distance? I

Poems containing references to : Crisp

Nature’s Course

Natures Course short poem

It was the middle of winter. A crisp white morning. Birds trilling in high pitched notes. Did their little feet get cold? I wondered, as I walked by listening to their sweet tunes. Deep in thought, a car horn peeped,

The Girl With A Book

The Girl With A Book short poem

She dashes just in time for the final boarding call Because airport book shops should never be missed She adores browsing second-hand book stores They smell of memories… like a long-forgotten kiss Bookmarks are more than mere page pointers They

Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.

Spontaneous Frisco Bay

Spontaneous Frisco Bay prose poem

San Francisco Skyline Trembles and quakes with pinpricks of light, Throbbing multi-million galaxies of secret lives Ebbing and absorbing one another in the crisp California night Speeding towards the Mission in a rust bucket, Old Haggard hearse of jovial youth

A Ray Of Sunshine

A Ray Of Sunshine long poem

A ray of golden sunshine reaching in through my kitchen window. As I sit at my handmade round oak table in the pre dawn. Reminiscing. I sense a warm touch on the back of my left hand. Opening my eyes,

Sailing

Sailing long poem

Assess the world upside down—literally— Standing in the doorway— Then upside down—in the apartment on Prescott St— Through one’s legs—everything Makes about as much sense As anything ever does. * I am hoarse with the contrived implications, Weary with the

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

Wilderness Choir

Wilderness Choir short poem

High above timberline on the fringe of a pristine alpine meadow in the dawning of a new wilderness day. The rolling bugle of a superior bull elk, reflected on this master bugler’s breath in the cool crisp air. A lonesome

Wilderness Encounter

Wilderness Encounter short poem

A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full

Dancing Shadows

Dancing Shadows short poem

High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall tapestry, jagged

Love Sonnet 95

Love Sonnet 95 sonnet poems

When Good Fortune Eludes A Caring Heart, And love, or lack thereof, causes a blight, The lovers sworn to vow that’s torn apart, Will hardly keep their joys from taking flight; Remembered tenderness of happier days, Intensifies the pains of

Beneath A Double Rainbow

Beneath A Double Rainbow short poem

High in the Cascade Mountain Range, camped in a wilderness cathedral. Overlooking a vast expanse of wilderness, only meters back from the edge of a sheer precipice. Admiring the shear beauty of a brilliant double rainbow, bridging this vast void.

Like A Child

Like A Child short poem

I want to laugh and laugh aloud, Like a free bird I want to discover every cloud, Want to cry and cry crisp, Keeping aside every sorrow I want to walk past brisk, Wander around in the streets for hours,

Voices Of The Wilderness

Voices Of The Wilderness short poem

Haunting wilderness voices filtered through early morning mist On the shore of the meandering Tulameen River A renegade pack of coyotes, greet the dawning of a new day in Nature’s Pantry Ribbons of orange and gold dancing in the shifting

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown

Poem For A Dead Rodeo Clown ode

Rodeo clowns we love them painted faces tempting fate running ragged the bulls that chase ’em keeping a cowgirl, cowboy safe poetry to them just don’t matter when you’re dodging horns and hooves rhyming words and crisp pentameter are for

Blood Brothers

Blood Brothers long poem

We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy

Overdoses

Overdoses long poem

If one day I’m caught waltzing to bed with drunken imaginings of the gates of Heaven, gilded in virtuous hues of golden rays, allow me to stumble over the reindeer slippers I purposely left out in the open. I’ll know

Night Water

Night Water short poem

At the beach, it’s night time about 8.00 p.m. Best time to come few people around. Air is crisp, clean; cool, and the white horses are having such fun. Can sit for hours or gently wade while she softly whispers

Cannot Hold

Cannot Hold short poem

Got struck on the spiky gate a half-eaten deer shattering the panther. Daggers were drawn. Terrier was in the glass house. Canine discretion to draw the blood between friends. A crisp murder of a terrorist. spotted face of the relentless

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Navigating

Navigating short poem

One crisp scaffold. Was it possible that it became generous? For the street which turns the mutation into xenograft. I pretend to be which I am not for fear of dying daily or sleep no more in the lineage of

Written in August

Written in August prose poem

To begin with a lie will entwine cleaved interests into the one heaving body you Wanted for this canvas Alike and unalike as teacher and student Cultivar and architect Both humorless academics One shedding layers and palls to fit the

Shadow Dancing

Shadow Dancing short poem

Dancing Shadows High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall

Stamen, Stem, Or Side

Stamen, Stem, Or Side long poem

You can learn a lot about a person watching them eat an apple even watching them in the supermarket give them a five dollar bill and tell them pick out any apple you want, it’s on me those store aisles

Love Sonnet 123

Love Sonnet 123 sonnet poems

Looking at remnants of the mirth that fled, This survivor riles at the trysting field Where once lovers bask in the joys they spread, Now forever lost, to forever yield; What with the cold winds blowing crisp and cold, No

Wash Day

Wash Day short poem

When I was a little girl, wash day was always a big event. Grandma didn’t own a washer or dryer. She washed her clothes in a big cast iron wash pot. I remember that we had to get wood to

Lists

Lists short poem

Lists of listlessness Lay piled Along with linen Waiting to be washed, dried and ironed. And I just did. Found my list clean And crisp without creases Just plain white paper For my scribbled squiggly dreams painted in varied hues.

Walking With My Dad

Walking With My Dad short poem

maybe my father was a good but lonely man when my mother died he was all I had and I was all there was left of his world he grew so sad after her death that he couldn’t work anymore

Interrupted

Interrupted short poem

Like a pause in pain I ring the bell of homecoming. I was ready to meet the hurricane. The alien neighbor of white fires. After the rains the slush will overwhelm the abducted silence. The celestial peace will be shattered.

Seasons

Seasons prose poem

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on

What Am I

What Am I short poem

The air is crisp the clouds are low Nature is speaking its bellowing tone. Wind me, blows me, and lifts me, flutters With reds, yellows, greens and browns Air ward bound, moving ground to ground Picking me up as it

Thy Eternal Grace

Thy Eternal Grace prose poem

Petals are unfolding Soft crisp leaves are emerging Wonder is their lustrous green aura Milder is the mellow wind’s persona The wind is whispering love longs Into the ears of the emerging beauty The earth is holding on her roots

Fire

Fire long poem

Glistening sacred fire brightens every life casting off ignorance renews pure white minds in unison to design eternal Calm to pacify the heart rending misery crumbling innocence. Fire of wisdom baffles the literates to fathom the depth of intelligence That

Cooked

Cooked prose poem

No more. Can’t take no more. Struggle with sanity is draining me dry with each passing day. People pride themselves in pruning their puritanical egos to ‘adhere’ and ‘belong’. Should I too? Because i ain’t me no more. Do I

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Surfing Solitude

Surfing Solitude short poem

*Whoosh* Thoughts embedded into my psyche unravel, As I steadily make my way out past the unabating white water. The pure, crisp, salty air fills my nose, lungs, and heart. *Whoosh* I cast an earnest gaze onto the horizon, Awaiting

A Kiwi’s Tale

A Kiwis Tale long poem

Emerald irises up in Parallel rarely meet But now two pairs sprawl and bloom Neon hugs the sides While shades of green begin to colour the night Before long, you’re here Room one-one-seventeen Covered, stretched black divinity As calling, calm

A Fallen Leaf And A String Quartet

A Fallen Leaf And A String Quartet prose poem

I find something beautifully heartbreaking about the sound of a string quartet playing in a minor key. As the first bow glides across the strings my heart moves in ways unknown to me. I close my eyes and imagine I

Take A Bite!

Take A Bite! short poem

Take a bite out of life Go on, sense it coming towards you Sniff its tantalising possibilities Then snap off a crisp, clean chunk Bite down on its crunchy sweetness Chomp it into smaller and smaller pieces That swirl around