Short 2014 Poems
Short 2014 Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about 2014 by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about 2014 by length and keyword.
Sincere appreciations glad the heart, constructive criticisms better the mind.
From me to you: Compliments of the season!!!
Pain in Spain
Bland England
Shame in the game
Who do you blame
When your approach is lame
Three lions or three blind mice?
I wonder
A same night, a week back
Passed as the night, the week back
Took all away from me the person
Who was mine, my eternal life.
©
Will those who want rapture connect
To the one who could resurrect?
Be blessed with vision
Take in what's arisen
A member that’s hard and erect
From full to half the Moon it went
In the course of a week.
At a certain hour
It's place had changed,
Yet through my window each night
It showed it self.
USA, 2014
A FAIRY DOLLAR
AND A ROBOCOP
(C)rajat kanti chakrabarty
29-10-2014
Form:
If 'tis the season to be jolly
Where are all the lights and holly?
'Tis the season for families to come
Together and share their love for the Kingdom.
Instead they ignore,
Not worship, adore.
pale rats moving south
an waft of charred cadavers
soldiers drink cider
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 20 November 2014 haiku/war
violence displace sporting nature thousand words extremes of sadness
She had a firework clenched between her teeth,
with a flame shaking in her hands.
I never saw anything as miraculous;
That look in her eyes,
as sparks crowded the space
between us.
-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.
butterfly river
flows through the woods angels greet
god creates heaven
haiku 11 19 2014 haiku/nature category:angel, butterfly, god, heaven, nature, river
©rajat kanti chakrabarty
This is my time to shine,
To live a life that is mine.
This is my time to glow,
And let my true feelings show.
This is my time to cry,
To laugh, and to sigh.
This is my time,
And only mine.
I won't let it pass me by,
Like a fading star in the midnight sky.
This is my time.
Form:
Hate, anger,
Contempt and loathing.
They're all building up ??,
I feel like exploding.
I have no release.
I have no relief.
The water is rising,
The tide is coming in.
Losing space,
Losing ground,
Losing face
All around.
I can't explain.
I can't deny.
I can't confirm.
Hate, anger,
Contempt and loathing.
They're all building up ??,
I feel like exploding.
I have no release.
I have no relief.
The water is rising,
The tide is coming in.
Losing space,
Losing ground,
Losing face
All around.
I can't explain.
I can't deny.
I can't confirm.
Fireworks, like gunshots,
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!
Crowds of commotion
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!
Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm simply...in awe! C-x
Grand Graduation!
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... .. . . . . .
You haven't been the greatest year that the world has ever seen.
But in my eyes, you sure have been better than the year 2013.
At least during this year, nobody close to me has died.
I've been unable to find happiness even though I've tried.
You've been a good year except for last February when I was hospitalized.
But unlike the year 2013, you are not a year that I despise.
INDIA 2014.
Inclusive and internalizing for ages
New-tech-nation of Nirvana-seeking sages
Democratic but mired in dissent that rages.
Integrity its new ‘mantra’; equality
And liberty , watchwords , along with amity.
Inheriting a great heritage from a hoary past
Grabbing modernity’s gifts, it is growing fast.
Form: Acrostic
07 Apr 14.
For Kim Merryman's contest.
on this winter nite ,what a fright ,fences brake then of comes the gate.roof tops fall now thats not all.high tides is the river n sea tthis winter is scarey .people left with no homes as the floods cause the danger we call for help from a stranger.awfull time are here wish they would disapere .fires start people dieing so terryfing.all the damage the storm people if u can please stay warm .
Form:
Artist Annie Lee (1935-2014) “Blue Monday”
Sunken soul like setting sun
Inner child no longer smiles
Carmel like skin is no fun
Kissing hungry ribs all while
A wafting wind blows aroma in
Neighbors meals smell great
Decadent food not a sin
Tired of not having a taste
It’s a blessing bills are paid
Really appreciate that fact
Even if I won’t eat today
Do my best to not feel sad
She ate the cake and had it too
Hide your face Sarah peekaboo
The cake had a rotten egg
Fell on baker's trouser leg
The baker made much of his shoe
Today's Limerick 21 November 2014/Limerick/ Copyright (c) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
I'm like what's next?
I'm in the P.D.X,
so flexed-
come rain or come next,
if the weather has test,
"I say" take the heather to caress the pests-
rush in on tether's and bust up their measures,
force on them pleasures because I take care the never never and replace them with edgers...
So take out your name,
and stake out the possessed,
because what allowed us always came to be best.
and in the end
a beginning will be made
to forget the tragedy and pain of the year that will pass
and let the happy memories linger
and all the blessings be counted
starting the day right
adding a new list to our book of life
to spent the time of gold
to achieve, hope and perseverance
as the new year moves along
may the new year be happy and the next christmas be merrier
12.31.2013 - 11:45 PM
scorpion drowning
monk saves him and it stings monk
monk laughs heartily
Note on this haiku:
dharma: right way; To a monk saving one is dharma, to a scorpion act of stinging is dharma. They both are right. So monk laughs.
dharma/haiku 21 11 2014 © rajat kanti chakrabarty
May 14, 2014
He went away
on a beautiful spring day,
not a cloud in the sky,
and I often wonder why,
the weather was so nice and dry,
with the flowers in bloom,
and the birds all singing
their cheerful tune...
You see the cancer had invaded
his lungs and brain,
his vocal chords were paralyzed,
it should have rained...
Yes it should have been raining
and cloudy and gray,
the day Dad left us
and passed away.
May 14, 2014
He went away,
on a beautiful spring day,
not a cloud in the sky,
and I often wonder why,
the weather was so nice and dry,
with the flowers all in bloom,
and the birds singing their
cheerful tune,
You see the cancer had invaded
his lungs and brain,
his vocal chords were paralyzed,
it should have rained...
Yes, it should have been raining,
and cloudy and gray,
the day Dad left us,
and passed away.