Shapes Poems - Poems about Shapes

The shift is taking shape, Shape shift to embrace the landscape, Escape from the patterns, Keeping you scattered. Tattered souls losing their hold, Battered and bruised their hearts grow cold, Looking to scold, Sharing the load. Hoping they won't explode, They drift into whole, Losing control, Falling so low, They have to let go. Releasing what they know,...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind, Unique designs appear within. An artist’s brush could be the air, For many forms are found up there. Look up there, it’s a swimming whale, ‘Twill quickly change with the next gale. It seems so strange to change so much, It makes it hard to keep in touch. There’s a ship with the flag raised high, It...

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Body parts not straight. Math signs used to create - Space Image. Beauty at its best - Shines....

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Morning dew clings tight To thin branches reaching to the sky While gravity tugs down. Crystal balls reflect the world While keeping their secrets. Some round, some oval, Frosty beads and clear droplets, Nature's chandelier. Light breaks through water droplets, Forming bridges to the sky. Mirror and lens both, Each drop shows what surrounds it And makes it larger. Some eyes were wide open in awe, Others are dreaming,...

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SHAPE FORM digitally devised drawing...

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artistic brushstrokes shaping colourful symbols food for the mind's eye AP: 3rd place 2025...

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There's room in my chair if you'd like to sit too The space that is open is contoured to you An afghan to cover us cozy and snug Cuddled together, two bugs in a rug There's room in my chair if you'd like to sit here I won't bite, don't worry, have you no fear But wait, just a moment, let's...

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Star shaped, seriously sassy Nodding needle-nosed, light chassis Capped column, looking conniving Irregular yet interesting without striving Decidedly diabolically dendrite-dated Practically perfect, placidly plated Snowflakes have six points or six sides Depending on moisture in clouds and temp outside...

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Sometimes I feel out of place, like I'm a triangle in a circle hole. I have too much in some sides whilst I lack a bit too much at some. It's hard to fit in a place you're not meant to be in. Especially when you're supposed to be there, just not meant to be there. Sometimes...

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Shapes and Patterns Shapes and patterns don’t require ropes tied on all their side as they descend or ascend precipitous drops. ...

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souls are floating in heaven clouds showed me a peek of them a window to heaven I see Jesus from the back He glides upwards to meet them there is another cloud that resembles north America Does He know I am watching? Do the clouds realize I recognize their shapes? I watch, until the portal closes...

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Everything is now a shade of a colour Nothing is defined anymore No longer are the edges clear Moments of light Moments of dark But one blurs into the other My better judgement tells me it’s because I don’t recognise myself anymore If I ever did I don’t know if I ever had something to compare this...

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We planted roses, both the white and the red, To surround the stone that stands above his bed. That was last summer on a day of full sun; He was gone before the rest of life begun. Was a young puppy ...

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How can we be expected to "think outside the box" when so many of us have been categorized, neatly labeled, and perfunctorily "stuffed" inside one, and have little or no idea what "outside" is like? The world is full of shapes That have no place in nature: Circles, Triangles, Rectangles, Squares. Circles are pointless; The triangle Is the only Stable form. Squares and rectangles Comprise the...

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Just a big box of cardboard shapes Individual pieces defined Goodness, that feels like you and me Slowly, yet surely, is all it takes And in good time, they'll fit, side by side Why then, I've got to ask, why don't we?...

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