Best Hexagon Poems
A hexagon, a hexagon, you have to be a hexagon.
You say you are a pentagon?
What use have I for pentagon?
You’re too close to the White House lawn!
So you’re a base to stand upon?
This isn’t baseball, Pentagon.
You silly polygon, be gone!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are a nonagon.
A nonagon? What good are YOU?
A coin perhaps, from Timbuktu??
You’re nothing, nonagon. Come on!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are a decagon.
I guess you think you are a star.
I don’t need someone quite so far
up in the heavens where you are.
I need, instead, a hexagon.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
You say you are an octagon.
You’ve got some versatility!
A mirror, tiles, candles too.
They all can be the shape of you.
But on the streets I always see
your sign. It makes me have to stop.
I do not think you are for me!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
A triangle you’ve now become?
A simple flag? Three-sided crumb?
I know that as an instrument
you are not much! I find you dumb.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
A rectangle you try to be
and now a square. You don’t fool me!
I find you oh so ordinary.
Crackers or Monopoly,
or crossword puzzles I don’t need
and Sponge Bob – yep – that’s “square” indeed!
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon!
And so you are a circle now?
you’ve got no point, you “walking round in circles” cow.
A hexagon, a hexagon. You have to be a hexagon.
I want those feathered flakes of snow
with crystals of six sides to show.
I need the shape of many eyes
that see more colors than we know -
the eyes of flitting dragonflies!
I need the carbon chain of DNA
and pretty patterns on the shell
of tortoises. Okay, okay!
You are a hexagon, you say?
Come let me have a taste. Don’t tease!
You are the honeycomb of bees!
So sweet you are; you are my *salve.
I now have got a hexagon;
you're now the thing I had to have!
*In American English: salve uses silent l and rhymes with have.
Sept 15, 2019 For Nina Parmenter's "Welcome to My Random World" Contest
Categories:
hexagon, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Geometric flake comes down from the sky
Hexagon center, six lines don’t deny
Extended arms going outwards from there
Small pieces going beyond without fear
I grab this lone snowflake for its safety
Though it was so pristine, then I did see
This very flake has melted to water
Due to the heat of my hand that’s hotter
I become saddened that this has happened
I loved seeing this masterpiece pattern
I weep for the short life of this cool flake
I hope to see its brothers, for my sake
Just then I looked around, guess what I saw
Millions of snowflakes falling, I’m in awe
Russell Sivey
Categories:
hexagon, life, snow,
Form:
Sonnet
Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations –
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!
Categories:
hexagon, assonance, class, confusion, extended
Form:
Free verse
never are two alike.
wafting to and fro with gentle breeze,
a dancing ballerina the twirling flake,
motion with vicissitude it sings,
the vapor, the crystal performs.
in costume white appears its shape,
dendrite, needle, plates, and branches,
as stars afloat the midnight sky,
its nuclei the symmetry hexagon.
adrift in sea of air so cold,
the atmosphere burst forth like springs,
down the river of wind it flows,
the flake aglow, the moon it makes.
the perching flake atop the branch,
a tree its home a flake does nest,
with noonday sunshine sure to come,
the snow, the flake, will be no more.
Categories:
hexagon, december, moon, poetry, snow,
Form:
Free verse
A Hexagon
who looks at things
in six ways
Categories:
hexagon, fun,
Form:
Concrete
what
A multitude of dishes is just not a sanctuary of fishes. Ok? Did you hear the trinkling of the water omitting from the tap? Gaps are small and small is smell and smell is stagnantly sipping stoic spit. Judge not a golden orb of a heifer. Especially not when placed with great dignity on a platter. An apple achieving across-the-board according to acrobatic acronyms is very wise especially when dressed in a sun hat and a pair of shorts. But sailing pears can pair with the wind and this would surely exact much chaotic waving weaves for the tiny little wading jelly fish whose waters are at risk of great corrosion. Explode that then! I think not. Battle no burger bombing belly. Big bull. Bionic bacon brawl. And a trawler filled to the brim with ice cream is weaving it's way underground watched by the kilometre wide whale. Xenophobia of a hexagon should shut all the windows and not speak to kettles. And the fortification of a French Fri. Is neither akin to a brain washing line, a string skirt, a lute or a playlist of random energies. During a download one must eat copius amounts of sage, onion and lettuce casseroles with a nice pleasant dessert of melon served on a bed of floaty cream. Just watch that it does not float out of the window or it could be confused as an unidentified frying object. Flying you say? No that is merely a ground level rising to meet an upper arm akin to a wardrobe tackling the clothes in a wrestling match. Dumb no dim dinner and during dogma derive decisions. Ok then. Good. Ample is fantastic. But hundreds and thousands dancing on a little one centimetre cake is just not wise, clever nor pleasurable really so always wear a pair of spectacles to a game of rugby and play with arms and legs holding a seven foot spoon who is smiling at the antics. How quite articulate of the appearing ant then. Earthworm glow-worm flying worm speaking worm. And a large fathomable waltzing waters snake. Hahaha now pick up a dish and dance around the ten acre kitchen. Hahahaha ladle leaving. Xxxx serving a dollup of tea with sugar and lemon. Xxxxx combustibles z that was the p Y q reporting from the road on the road around the road and on nineteen lanes eighty three beaches ten forests and a ten centimetre pond. 89.0 radio p. Z z z z z applet z
Categories:
hexagon, beauty, birthday, blessing,
Form:
Hallows Eve to Candlemas,
the sun now turning south,alas;
November sombre,December dark,
January,February cold and stark.
Catkins litter the forest floor,
beeches shed their leaves galore.
Gales melange the mix,as decay brings
nature's bionomics.
Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,
into a patterned powdered drifts.
Rain filled days of slush and muck,
webs on shards of gossamer
stuck.
Twilight months in winter shade
until the snowdrops matamorphise
in the glade.
Categories:
hexagon, nature, seasons,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Five
The Chief Executive gone a day doubled back to Hexagon
From Arcadian fields where old “friends” feasted the traditional bond
Took one look at road map and declared an Etat d’urgence
School boys and girls jumped up and down and gave thanks to High Heaven
Léon Blum chicks on the way to lycée swooned at Robo-Cop feet
While the Darling Dears in chador silk black looked daggers to greet
All around at lunch break the Faithful assuaged hunger slaked thirst
The mosque’s restaurant was caught short of green tea and couscous treat
Far too grave a problem rose with the need for instant relief
Spring stayed yet far away for wet winter to come to grief
Leafy bushes still being scarce nor tree trunks of decent cover
Long queues formed at public conveniences or where grows belief
On the routes and roads shops hotels restaurants and gas stations
Took a toll from urgent users of their private dire motions
Though none could stop cirri of turds piling up on pavements
Nor the armies of street vendors with pizzas in demi-portions
From down the route the gypsy camp a pebble’s throw away
Steamed sullen women and hapless children up and down the way
Crying ZAKAT with extended hands from pilgrims come to pray
While Robo-Cops exchanged places with a relief force in array
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
hexagon, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
A nice little horse story to tell to the beetles and cakes.
What if the rotating square meet the sides of a spinning circle? Well a dance, a spin and a sparkly front facing flip out from the watching triangles. Triangles are good gymnasts and also very proficient swimmers too. The length of a log is the length of a pool. And a shimmering hexagon is quite exquisitely placed upon a scented pillow. Wave no wearing prismatic mineral containing aluminum and acidity regulators would prong the air with a glow stick bought from a shop of equal price. Process plays process paying parsonages pleasing pickled people. And a nice metre of gold dust to rise and tickle the air from a sheet. Great. No ha no x no z. Just reading rhino reviews. Statiturisation at twenty one iron ore lolly pops to twelve cones of coal.
Categories:
hexagon, beauty, horse,
Form:
re-post inspired by Constance contest
WINTER HAIBUN
Hallow Eve to Candlemas,the sun now turning south,;November is
sombre,December dark,January,February cold and stark.Catkins litter the forest
floor,beeches shed their leaves galore.Gales melange the mix,as decay brings
nature's bionomics.Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,into a patterned
powdered drifts.Rain filled days of slush and muck,webs on shards of gossamer
stuck.Twilight months in winter shade until the snowdrops matamorphise in the glade
shapes spread statuesque
foliage in Winter clothes-
melancholy me
Categories:
hexagon, poetry, winter,
Form:
Haibun
Age old wisdom scarred not flamed. A dozen baked bees in an hour glass perturbed. And left undisturbed as a minotaur sunbathing on a single blade of grass on a sixty acre lawn. At dusk. At dawn. Week by week. But no lawnmowers. And it is to be ascertained that a fish bowl is not a serpent pulled inside out upon a circular globular glass. Ok then. One for memory bank but no banking involved in a skyscraper skim. For skimming stones is neither a scale, an octave, nor is it a radioactive material that smothers a bed. Manufactured by a slide. Wee then. Go on shout weeeeee. Surely western interfere of an uneven divide. Two ended manuscripts bow and scrape through the screening. Such interface.....wow......such ideas are neither neutral nor neutrophil. Ok. Great. Now the buds are areas nowadays and obsolete as a spelling test of ten twenty sixty on a business bus balancing over two hundred and forty five fish on a circuit of shape. Wow. Fantastic isn't it? And all the time a two millimeter choir boy sings alleluia and then eats porridge. Great. Oh haha so funny the people have arrived on time. Wow. Ha ha the pig is running around with a giant bread which has many wheels. Hahah playing piano with a timed tuned washing machine is quite remarkable and profound. For it is a diamond dish of display on a deity dish of difference. No ship now. Xxxxx bibliographical xxxxxx hexagon calling triangle to make a square. Xxxxxx z z z z z
Categories:
hexagon, anniversary, assonance, , western,
Form:
Love avenue shuffle
spirits fandango through
grave eyes of doubt on
delusions of disorder
when we kiss do
dreamy clouds cuddle?
Photonic warped thoughts
feed on disdained
mecurial clot eclipses tick tocking
against organic time thieves, there's
cerebral fury on medication row as
rival consuls consort on
succulent erotic painules--huddling
under jagged mistletoe as bellicose vision
fugitives plan placid avant garde getaways
of broken glass and bloodless lips
under hexagon suns and sharp quark
triangles.
Neptune Clubs open their pores to
Blue Plate liquid aura traders----
reveling in the street life hubris.
And so it goes.
Categories:
hexagon, adventure, age, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
WINTER HAIBUN (Afterword )
shapes spread statuesque
foliage in Winter clothes-
melancholy me
Hallow Eve to Candlemas,the sun now turning south,;November is
sombre,December dark,January,February cold and stark.Catkins litter the forest
floor,beeches shed their leaves galore.Gales melange the mix,as decay brings
nature's bionomics.Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,into a patterned
powdered drifts.Rain filled days of slush and muck,webs on shards of gossamer
stuck.Twilight months in winter shade until the snowdrops metamorphise in the glade
Listen to me recite this haibun and much of my PS anthology in 300 uploads on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Catch my short forms @strandpoet on twitter
Categories:
hexagon, poetry, seasons,
Form:
Haibun
I was on your back
Looking at the light among the trees
The sky was incredibly blue
Walking in the forest
Going to the hexagon house
Nobody was there, but from a gap in the door
I saw a sewing machine in the room
I heard someone’s name
But I don’t remember it now
Nobody was there,
But I saw the flow of life
I will go there,
To find my hope
Categories:
hexagon, hope, memory, missing you,
Form:
Free verse
The cardinal adorns itself in a long red feathery coat
With an inconceivable hat protruding from its unpredictable head
pointing steadfast in the hesitant atmosphere probing everyone far and near
It stands speechless on a swinging branch cruising in the presumptuous tree
Whose root has anchored deeply in the ground and its branches shooting all around
It spreads its wings across the universe sharpening its boisterous beak
and getting ready to preside over the matchless ceremony hoping to create harmony
It whistles a familiar tune saying that everything will be over soon
Its music symbolizes late Winter and its melodious voice mesmerized
mother cardinal with an unforeseen Spring drama
but she responds in a majestic voice from her invigorating chamber
singing a euphonious melody and gazing at the pillar of hope
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Look into my heart and tell me what you hear
Look into my soul and tell me what you feel
The radiant sun is shining upon me and I can
Feel the spirit of God all over me
Legions of angels are protecting me
But you have travel thousand of miles to destroy me
You surround the altar in your illusive red garment
feeding from the peoples throat
But this is where it all began deep within the earth
The pyramid, the hexagon and the pentagon
If you keep digging you will excavate the timeless birth
Samson was the strongest man on earth
But even so he was deceived by the relentless Delilah
who discovered the real source of his strength and power
one hatchet one man erupt the pillar on which the world stands.
And so the entire world crumbles in the palm of his worthless hand.
Categories:
hexagon, anger, betrayal, change, christian,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue