Best Handheld Poems
Below are the all-time best Handheld poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of handheld poems written by PoetrySoup members
Never Out of Season - a Short StoryI was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden...
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Categories:
handheld, august, bereavement, blue, christmas,
Form:
Narrative
When Doves CryCooling off in falling months, approaching dusk.
Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque.
Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough,
as the wind whoops on a weeping...
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Categories:
handheld, death, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Making TeaIt's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness
Encountering myself...
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Categories:
handheld, allusion, analogy, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Concrete
Flailin'Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
There goes my ball sailin’
Into a trap, the water or the woods.
Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
You can hear me wailin’,
“Why won’t that damn ball...
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Categories:
handheld, addiction, angst, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
A Sonnet To the IphoneI shoot up above the silent, spellbound crowd,
Gaping down at their bright hands with glassy eyes,
Then I pierce the satin clouds that dress the skies,
And...
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Categories:
handheld, addiction, loneliness, lonely, philosophy,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Howling of HumidityHOWLING OF HUMIDITY
No wind blows.
The sweat of a dandelion,
No seeds sold
To the gardener there.
No planting of pretty peacocks.
Umbrella wide above the sun,
Puddles gather but don’t...
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Categories:
handheld, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Excerpt Number 1Time is a consumer of
lives and souls and thoughts and love
The world that once turned yesterday
has forever gone away
Was it not good, what used to...
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Categories:
handheld, life, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
The SeventiesI could write a poem of all the headlines,
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of...
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Categories:
handheld, history, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
Umbrella DanceA million tiny feet dropped from the sky,
tap-danced on our handheld roof;
then your lips danced on mine....
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Categories:
handheld, beautiful, love, men, rain,
Form:
Kimo
Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed ManyMighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
(A Native American Food Source)
Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,
Nature
sprinkles its...
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Categories:
handheld, creation, history, humanity, native
Form:
Verse
Shifting Solublesthe existence of known solubles
be they spiritual, molecular or imaginary
derivations, vain or divine
Protest
Implode
Disappear
Relinquish
Begrudge
Refuse
Rebel
Resist
Rebuke
Ignore
Mock
By chance, plot or plan
take maternity shops for example
pay phones
bill of rights?
alarm clocks
constitution?
looking...
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Categories:
handheld, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
HiveThe Queen
obvious to all who dare notice,
knows no peer.
Drones rush in to orbit in frenetic
sublimation; workers dutifully push
the floor buttons of departure
destinations,
releasing squadrons...
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Categories:
handheld, culture,
Form:
Free verse
Last of the MohicansI have a new cell phone
It allows me to text...
I have finally caught up with the civilized world
Me...who swore on my soapbox....
...
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Categories:
handheld, daughter, emotions, life, mother,
Form:
Narrative
Tale of the Night Movers*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.
Tale of The Night Movers
Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.
Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed
within...
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Categories:
handheld, extended metaphor, good night,
Form:
Metrical Tale
MobileWhy'd I hide it
Yeah that kind of riot
When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and
And the direction the affection takes then
Pressures the...
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Categories:
handheld, adventure, art, love, philosophy,
Form:
Lyric