Passe Poems - Poems about Passe

Thoughts are passe

We find we are by thoughts hounded
No wonder we feel confounded
When we are still, ego objects
Yet silence is where soul’s grounded

Mind but makes the simple complex
All that thinking does is perplex
Mind’s an instrument for the heart
Imposing balances and checks

In staid stillness our fears depart
Truth dawns on adding love to cart
When ego dies, the truth is

Categories: passe, silence, spiritual,
Form: Rubaiyat

So Passe

Witness if you will, the occupants of Deep Space Flight 6952,
on a mission to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.
A short time ago, the spaceship experienced turbulence,
and soon they'll experience fear, and even doubt reality.
They've just entered The Twilight Zone.

'What a rough patch of turbulence!' said Thomas. Nicole 
responded, 'I believe it's the worst we've

Categories: passe, fantasy, home, lost, space,
Form: Narrative

Books Are Passe

Books are passé’, Grandma!
No one uses them anymore
Let’s burn them all.
It was one of the hood wearers.
The older woman was shocked to her core.
She had never gotten used to the I-pads, I-pods or I-phones.

Let me show you what we do with them, 
The Hood Wearer said.
He lit one on fire 
Holding it up so she

Categories: passe, books,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Passe Joies

Brenda has a big bottom,
it causes quite a wake
as she swims toward me.

Soft girl steaming up to my woody
chuffing like a tugboat,
mouth as wide as a catfish.

Such things are not written of
nearly enough.

Categories: passe, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Walking's Passe

So what's your most fervent prayer today
Betcha I can guess, it's about finding your way
It's a crazy hike
Instead take a bike
You'll get there sooner coz walking is passé

Categories: passe, encouraging, fantasy,
Form: Limerick

Le Passe - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's the Past By T Wignesan

Le Passé  - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « The Past » by T. Wignesan

Que personne ne le dise: le passé est mort.
Le passé nous entoure et aussi là-dedans.
Hanté par le souvenir de la tribu, je sais
Que ce petit moment, ce présent accidentel
Ne me définie pas entièrement dont la conception prolongée
Est fruit d’un passé profond.

Cette

Categories: passe, age, character, history, humanity,
Form: Free verse

My Phone's Passe

My phone's passe and so it's slow
Which is annoying, as things go,
But even worse, the weather's wrong;
It gives me temps that don't belong.

My husband's phone says 39.
The radio agrees; not mine.
It told me 61 all day
And on that number it will stay.

My data storage has no room.
I can't take pictures - you'd assume
That it would

Categories: passe, technology,
Form: Rhyme

Passe

My nephew thinks of email
Like a telegraph's to me - 
It's ancient and old-fashioned and passe.
I sent an e-computer card
But got a message back
It was never viewed though sent two weeks away.
 
I guess he's into Facebook,
Which I'm not, or maybe text.
However he connects is not for me.
The generation gap
Is growing wider all the time
And

Categories: passe, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme

Songs In Passe'

Songs of passe' drifting 
From a distant somewhere out
They breathe into me 
As a longing that wants to be, aught

And I begin by grasping at traces 
Of a sadness in loss of innocence
Naivety was its beauty
Like the fawn that wanders from the morning mist

So with ease I interpret the simplicity
Into what offers fantasy considers
Then again,

Categories: passe, introspection, lost love, music,
Form: Free verse

Songs In Passe

Songs of passe' drifting 
From a distant somewhere out
They breathe into me 
As a longing that wants to be, aught

And I begin by grasping at traces 
Of a sadness in loss of innocence
Naivety was its beauty
Like the fawn that wanders from the morning mist

So with ease I interpret the simplicity
Into what offers fantasy considers
Then again,

Categories: passe, introspection, life, nostalgia, time,
Form: Free verse