Short 13Th Poems
Short 13Th Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about 13Th by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about 13Th by length and keyword.
‘ The Weed ’ 13th Senryu
A Weed-Like, Sick Plant
Roots to Shoots and Rise to Rant …
Infectious, Like That
One Friday morning
I looked at the calendar
It showed the number 13
In the afternoon
I drank 13 bottles of beer
I fell on the floor
And broke my head
And the day was unlucky
As the day approaches,
I dread it with every fiber.
To the lucky,
This day holds no significance.
But for us,
If marks another year without you,
Another day our family weeps.
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FOR MY DAUGHTER ON HER 13TH BIRTHDAY
On your thirteenth birthday
Mom and Dad wish you wonderful day
We love you forever and always
Wishing you the best future and the successful way
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 22, 2017
It’s Friday and my old black cat
Across my path he goes
He does not care for human dates
His nonchalance, it shows
He blesses me by crossing me
At least that’s what he thinks
But since it is the thirteenth too
I’ve just been double jinxed.
Born on the 13th –
must be fortunate –
of May, she`s not scared
and ever stays playful.
She grasps firmly springs
and jumps cause of mercy
into the gist of humble,
the very observation.
Belittled the devilry,
touched by the fortune
she's glad that a man
fathomed her dreams.
N-o more Friday the 13th,
I-t's a lucky Saturday;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-s the dusk fades away.
K-iss the mist goodbye,
R-aindrops disappear;
I-nclement clime turns fine,
S-kyline above is clear.
E-arly fourteenth January
L-ets the sun shine in heaven;
Y-our birthday has come,
N-o more Friday the 13th.
Don’t step on a sidewalk crack.
Walk away from ladders.
Check your daily calendar
And you’ll know why it matters.
Shrink from black cats and be sure
Your mirrors stay unbroken.
Hold on to your rabbit’s foot
Or other lucky token.
For today’s a day to fear;
It hits us, like a slap.
Beware of Friday the thirteenth
If you believe that crap!
On the tar black street lined with broken bottles of hopelessness,
the sorrow filled doorways stretched beyond the reach of dreams and pity
while empty eyes drained of tears saw only a darkness covering them
with the urine stained shadow of a misty moonlight dancing across the
soulless faces in a steady stream of misery.
04/30/2017
(Word Play Images, Dense & Pithy-Entry)
Biden smells blood and wants First Kill*
Putin just laughs and hopes he will
Kim Jong-Un claps his hands
Xi Jinping understands
Warmongers can't wait for the thrill!
* The USA is the world's largest manufacturer
of arms and military gear and must
constantly provoke conflict to increase
sales, which have been hindered by the
media showcasing Chinese, North Korean,
and Russian arms and military equipment!
“Listen to that timber roar.
But deny the musical notes of war.” The man says
The 13th horseman laughs and replies
“I am the one that rides the night.
Upon my view, even the devil, Hail Mary he recites.
Lust is my personal harlot
It seems even bliss flips in the bosom of my fist, just wish and I shall grant.
For I am the 13th horseman
There is No soul I cannot condemn.
So let us take a journey down this crimson road,
Together. ”
There is a lot of superstition
On the Friday the 13th
Many people think of fear
Of something going wrong
Some people won't venture out
For fear something bad happens
What about people born on the 13th?
Is it unlucky for them as well?
Black cats and dogs are feared
It does not make sense to me
After all the 13th is only a number
Friday a day of the week
For something unlucky
To happen..is a state
Of the mind
Friday 13th is a normal
day
The superstitious always hated this day
As much as we'd like to tease them for it
Maybe they were right this time
The day was cold
Rain trickled from clouds that held them hostage
Screaming a warning that fell on deaf ears
I didn't know it would be the last time that I saw you for months
Let's say I did
Let's say I told you how glittery your soul is
Let's pretned our hands fit together perfectly as we said goodbye
My love, let's make it bearable
Even for just a minute
I smell dirt and flowers
as men hang nailed in blood.
a wanton feast,
mouths gave audience to
field wine in dusted bottles.
Birds of wisdom,
wings in salt,
I stand the unwelcomed
I cannot walk in this hunger nor do I seek pity,
this path shows me how rough my hands are
and how weak my faith.
I decided not to burden myself and so
I walk behind people.
are these nails in my flesh or is this blood nothing
more but sweat and tear.
at last art imitates life.