Short 2002 Poems
Short 2002 Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about 2002 by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about 2002 by length and keyword.
30 some years since
On the moon we were.
How old "our" then ?
How old "our" now ?
We played cards a few weeks befor,
We played cards a few weeks ago.
It was near full then,
It's near full now,
30 some years since last
We were on the on the moon.
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...that's
day 2002
from adam
came
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okay okay
so whut's a few
th'owzin yearz
hence here
the poets gather
with me
adam's son
were are my peoms that i posted years a go.i had lots of poems ,from poerty .com2001-
07now there is nothing here,yes iam mad,you would be to,all my songs ,the rhyme was one
it mattres or not,alsoome of my best poems what did you all do with all them poems from
poerty .com?
Form:
Fading in
Fading out
Waves that come
When there's no doubt
That love is near
And suns are close
You feel the one
You need the most
Its all about
Even though
Stood on shore
Waves to toes
Under amber skies
Touching seas of blue
All I'm thinking is:
Why not with you?
36 Years 2002
Let us rekindle the flame of love again
and stir up memories
when we were young
and had no fear of growing old
but time has passed
and here we are as vintage wine
whose time has come
to blossom to a sweet bouquet
so let us rekindle the flame of love
again
© Ralph Sergi
I am free, so totally free
Yet the anger still lies in me
So many tell me, let it go, let it be
But I tell them it is so plain to see
I will though, one day get over this
I will one day find the one for me to kiss
But until then I feel trapped
Though really I am not
In reality, I am totally free
Try not to get scared, scariest stories
I was just in my room, socking it. That’s when Larry and the creature, and they pickled my chilli dog, and that’s when Larry. I was driving in my Bergen truck, drunk, that’s when I saw a deer, I was later pulled over for DUI and killing a deer. Asgore. Once Diddy diddled my diddle he did. James?
Form:
This world of creativity…
Wonderful our Creator must be.
For you and I are here today.
Our sounds touch the air.
I am praying by a full moon.
The Motion of this universe
is where my thoughts are.
There where I tread the Presence of God.
I thank Him for His Wisdom.
I thank Him for He loves me.
He the Rhythm of this universe.
The Sound of this Air.
A froth of turquoise topped waves
pummeled the lava stone
grinding asphalt-black slabs into bits which hugged the waters edge.
Skeletal shards of white coral were scattered
amongst the dried, scorched after birth.
Relentlessly, the ocean pounded
leapt with a jet-engine roar into the air.
Balancing droplets of salt water
upon lichen covered shelves and prominences of pitchy rock
Growth in the cauldron of the Crone.
A bad taste washes around my mouth,
I screw up my face to spit it all out.
Over Nevada desert and endless sands,
This nightmare place such lonesome land.
Dark night skies over high wind seas,
Sat on the shore, it washes over me.
Blue washed to black as black became deep,
To unknown depths these weak limbs sink.
Darkness, darkness pushing me around,
I stand to fight, but always fall down.
Darkness, darkness covering this compound,
I've searched for light but it's unfound.