Long Short poem Poems
Long Short poem Poems. Below are the most popular long Short poem by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Short poem poems by poem length and keyword.
Laugh
Hard,
Live
Long
Short and concise
Poetry-wise
4 syllables
Only - happy now? XD
Here's
A
Short
Poem! ;)
A short poem
Is from young heart
Ate my breakfast
Energetic
Cheers
For
Best
Friends! ^-^
Best friends only
With whoever
I know it's weird...
Complicated...
But, whatever happens happens
Why
So
Speech-
Less?
After all I've -
I've written to -
To my best bud
No - I just can't
No
More
Sadness
. . .
. . .
. . .
Friendship is good!
Let's not be more
Misunderstood,
But hope's in store
Be
Glad,
Not
Mad X.x
Or
Sad ;_;
I'm so friendly,
Kindhearted,
Considerate
And generous
Be
Good,
Not
Bad
Being enemies
Is plain wrong...so....
Be yourself please
Love all, hate none
I
Kept
It
Short!! XDD
Speechless right now
You wanted this poem
Short and concise -
There you have it! :)
High
As
A
Heaven-acopter
I recently read a quote from a great American.
He is considered to be great because of his
accomplishments and achievements made
in his lifetime, not because of everything he said.
His quote, addressing the contradictions of
The American Republic was relevant at
The time. Moreover, his quote provided
The inspiration for this short poem.
We Celebrate 250 years Contest
By Kelii Kekaula. 062926
The lion said to the eagle,
"I do not claim to be superior
Nor more righteous than you,
But I must say that I know your history.
And to all the world, it is not a mystery.
In your pursuit to push further west,
You committed atrocities you now regret.
In your greed and longings for progress,
You slaughtered people and enslaved others.
As if forgetting the freedoms for which you fought,
you became tyrants like those who terrorized you.
Moreover, the evils that you overcame
became the evil inside of you."
The eagle then said to the lion.
"It is indeed true what you have said.
Notwithstanding, I have since made
Amends for my many sins. I have been forgiven.
I am now growing in God's Good graces.
And because of God's Goodness and mercy,
We both have cause to celebrate this 4th of July.
What Is Christmas by Robert Allison Dec. 1986
Christmas is the time
When the jingle bells rhyme.
Boys say Christmas is fun
When they get a new toy gun. **
Girls say Christmas is a ball,
When they get a brand new doll. **
Boys and girls say "Yay"
To a fun ride in a sleigh.
Most teens would love a new computer,
And most women would love figurines made of pewter.
Now don't forget the dad's
Cause they love the latest fads.
Well all this makes a Christmas nice,
But when going to a party - don't slip on the ice!
Author's Note : This poem was the very first one that
I created during my senior year at high school, before
Christmas break. It was a private (Christian) school and our
English teacher asked us to write a couple paragraphs (or a poem)
about what Christmas meant to us. I didn't know whether to
write about the worldly side or the religious side of Christmas,
and I had never wrote a poem before. By the time class
was over with, I had created the short poem above.
** In the original version - I had substituted "new toy gun"
with "Rambo gun", and also substituted "brand new doll"
with "Barbie doll". These two brand names were the
current "craze" but I later substituted the words - due to
all the lawsuits over copyright infringement at that time.
Anyways, enough rambling from me. Hope you enjoyed !
1. Apollo's Radiance
Find me not in the hollow
A dream is a dream is a dream
Find me among the trees and follow
In the sunlight I follow the gleam
Reality is difficult to swallow
So I found peace with Apollo
2. Discovery
It was a discovery to discover me
My soul was lost in the art of words
I found my heart in the golden sea
Dancing with the lovely birds
To discover me is to set me free
And love was the only key
3. Wisdom And Wit
I amuse myself with wisdom and wit
Do not tarry or dance around the truth
My intelligence could a king befit
Built from the struggles of a troubled youth
But you'll see I'm not without merit
I've survived worse with egregious grit
4. Magic Everywhere
Imagine a world with magic
Where dreams came true
That it is only a dream is truly tragic
But I found magic in my muse
A bevy of colors create a fabric
And a lovely world of magic
5, Courage In Fear
It is not weakness to feel fear
Only a fool fights instinct
In the gloom we despair what we hear
That which is indistinct
And when it draws near
It's okay to feel fear
6. True Persona
Long have I shunned who really I am
Out of fear I will bring them shame
But who I display is just a sham
Nothing will ever be the same
When I show who I really am
They'll probably tell me to scram
7. Mr. Obama
Sometimes I really miss Mr. Obama
Those eight years went by fast
I'm tired of the fear mongering and drama
And those who ignore the past
With courage I will fight this trauma
And fight Trump in honor of my mama
8. Workplace Woes
These days I deal with workplace woes
By sharing memes and rhymes
I could count every woe on my toes
In these increasingly uncertain times
And I've dealt with the highs and lows
It clearly shows in my prose
Note: I wrote these thinking they were Cinquains only to realize I was doing it wrong. Anyway I figured I'd just post them all here as one collection!
Sailor - A Hindi Poem in English
I am giving below a Hindi Poem of a great Indian Hindi writer Jai Shankar Prasad (30 January 1890 – 15 November 1937). I have translated this short Poem in English and I am placing it here on PS in both English and Hindi to bring both Hindi and English Poets a little more closely in understanding each other. This Poem is a token of my efforts to high light some beautiful works of Hindi in English and likewise some wonderful poetry of English in Hindi. Jai Shankar Prasad is considered to be one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature. Hope to have your attention on this new venture.
Sailor - A Hindi Poem in English
Translated stanza in English
O Sailor! You have brought me
On this deserted beach
While sailing on rugged waves
Has anyone ever come to this arduous place? 01
Hindi stanza lines in English
Naavik is soone tat par
kin lahron me khe laaya
Is biihad belaa me kyaa
Ab taq thaa koi aaya. 01
Translated stanza in English
.
To which shore I go back again
In the shabby lap of darkness
Without any temptation for life
In its painful deceits full of bluff. 02
Hindi stanza lines in English
Us paar kahaan fir jaaoon
Tm ke malin anchal me
Jivan kaa lobh nahin
Wah vednaa chadmamaya chal me.02
Translated stanza in English
On the path of reversal
Footprints can't be found
The deserted heart has shrouded
In the stream of overflowing tears. 03
Hindi stanza lines in English
Pratyaavartan ke path me
Pad chinh na shesh rahaa hai
Dooba hai hradaya marusthal
Aansoon nad umad rahaa hai.
Originally written by Jai Shankar Prasad
Translated by
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 22nd May 2016
Here comes a good lad
with his gentle and pure heart
who loves to eat a cotton candy
with no color but only pure white.
When he attempted to take a bite
His candy suddenly flew up into the sky
Amazingly, it transformed into cumulus clouds
The lad suddenly became an angel
So he flew and followed it up so high.
The angel and clouds are so white
They’re both trying to make the world so bright
So with our hearts and minds
Purity and cleanliness must reign in our lives.
Oct. 15,2012. 9:30 PM
Note:
((This is not for the contest)). I wrote this short poem at the hotel during the camp for the 3 kids/boys who stayed with me in my room and fidgeted a lot . It had somehow calmed them down especially the most restless one, Term. I will change the title later because it's a short story.
I never even drove till I was maybe twenty-five,
but then I learned, and so we bought a car for me to drive.
For fifteen hundred dollars, I got a crap sports car
with color kind of pink. That Monza never got me far!
Its brand I think was obsolete; I can't recall its look.
All that I recall was all my money that it took.
About a month I had it till our whole small family
used that car to take a Christmas trip out of the city.
So headed for the south we left, and yet we had no clue. . . .
Not even halfway out of our own state, the engine blew.
We had to pay to tow it home, and I cannot recall
If we later took our truck to make that trip at all!
Fixing it was not worthwhile. The engine block was shot.
Thanks to that, I got a blue Camaro, used but HOT!
And so the life of my first car, once I got it home,
was just about as lengthy as the lines of this short poem.
For Paula Swanson's "Driving Me Crazy" Contest
I heard, idle hands are the Devils workshop
So I did my very best to keep busy
I worked, worked, worked, for the future
While so many others were taking it easy
Focusing on all the goals I must reach
All the while my life was flying by
Now here I am closer to the end
Missing so much and left to ponder why
My priorities wrong, I was in need of quiet
Moments that could have refreshed my soul
Time spent in nature away from it all
Pieces of idle, meant to make me whole
The devil, keeps us out of the garden
So that we don't contemplate the Lord
He tells us it's better, to keep our hands busy
if we're too quiet we'll surely be bored
Don't get me wrong, I value hard work
Yet in excess, these become Idol hands
Searching for happy, in material things
Failing to follow my Savior's commands
Thankfully He made this burden lighter
There are quiet times filled with rest
Thankfully there's peace, within balance
From God's hands I have been truly blessed
Inspired by Mel Merrill's short poem "Be There Still".
An interesting muse has form,
not a template of something else,
but its own odd shape.
This muse, for the time being,
is sensually curved like a Ruben's nymph.
It has dimples and plump folds
even though it is a phantasmagoria,
a thing of no reason or sense.
After a seemingly unnecessary stanza break
it morphs once more.
Hieronymus Bosch’s long nose
peers out of a whales birthing canal.
A giant turtle holds the whale upwards
toward a crystalline sky.
A chilly sea-song
is sung by an Alaskan mermaid;
she is either a fishy popsicle
or a lady being swallowed by
can of Tuna
depending which side-up the reader reads it.
The shape now falls apart,
becomes a mythological heaven
where the shapeless dance naked;
only their pink toes and
belly-button eyes can be observed
through a pinpoint of perception
but that is more than enough for a short poem.
Eventually, a crunched-up ball of paper
speeds away defying critical analysis
and the objections
of the openly open-mouthed and non-plussed.
Enjambment- they happen -
most now must publicly admit, that if nothing else,
this has a uniquely shaped rear end.
Lyric sing it you’re so beautiful yet, beautiful you are you’re air, so fair;
Singing I am singing song I sing…
With words, you’re heard lyric you are my music and I am quick, to deduce this…
Singing I am singing song I sing…
And just what is your purpose strain you’re the reason that we sing ditties, melody, tune you’re my summertime, my June intone chant I croonSinging I am singing song I sing…
Lyric you’re so beautiful yet, beautiful you are you’re air, so fair
Singing I am singing song I sing…a short poem set of words you’re set to music so meant to be sung Lyric I am singing vocal music. a musical composition suggestive of a song my darling, Lyric which are beautiful words set to music that I sing.
12/27/19
For Sing It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter |