Short Airwaves Poems
Short Airwaves Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Airwaves by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Airwaves by length and keyword.
Mr. Rogers was purely good
Like his peaceful neighborhood
An ordained minister who didn't preach
~ using the airwaves to life's lessons teach
Each day the airwaves brings an expert
Leaves one in awe a trifle inert
There they are on the telly
Advice on setting a jelly
Enough to put one off their dessert.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
lonesome nightingale
serenades the airwaves
searching for his soul mate
lone pelican gliding
against the evening sky
so effortlessly
blown in with the wind
hummingbird nuzzles a bloom
and is blown away again
I look up to the distant hill
Caged and ready for my fill
My soul breaks into song
Show your hand, after so long
Near to me, yet so far
For my dose, I need no car
You are on the airwaves
The only one who saves
The moor side broadcast,perpetually
amid airwaves of delirium,
aria that reverberates, from crag to scar
beacon to abbey century to century,
Everyday truth in simplicity
to ignite the human race!
© Harry J Horsman 1998
Heart's throbbing for discothèque
airwaves,
pulsating electronica polyphonics--
rolling;
waterless waves splash
everyone present.
Motionless reminiscence of Ibiza
and surrealism, triple-distilled,
aesthetic kinetics--
and men and women sweating from the vibes.
The radio airwaves were static
For days there had been no traffic
Buttons had been pushed hard
As generals went that final yard
Mushrooms sprouted as peace was lost
As we found what arrogance cost
And across the airwaves the final words
“Forgive us” now seemed absurd.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Once again, the undisputed Grand High Exaulted Mistress Of the Quiz Universe;
Ms. Sharon!! Oxymoron (Billy Mays). Congratulations!! You win a dozen cases of
OxymoronClean hand delivered by the silver tongued bearded Osama-Bin-
Wanna-Be
of the airwaves, whose name I feel too disgusted to repeat again....
Form:
Some go for metal
Others prefer Bach
Some prefer jazz
others like rock
Saw Black Sabbath and survived
Now I think their music is really "jive"
Hip - hop now reviews the airwaves
Hendrix made a point with his "Purple Haze"
so turn on to your favorite station
All kinds of sounds in thsi large nation
Tumultuous empress of the waves
turning the tide for a resister;
She shares style and possibility
adding a dash of feminine grace;
The message rings onto the airwaves
drawing the ear of a young sister;
Her spirit grabs the serenity
it multiplys beauty to showcase;
There’s no limit to what they can be;
Unity is a powerful place.
Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the
Glorious splendour of birdsong
orion
Nature
“War Games”
Eventually the airwaves opened again
He stood there with his sign
and stimulus checked
the Ghost glided towards him
gone all espionage,
with War Games on her mind
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
1. Espionage
2. Cabin Fever
3. Stimulus Checks
4. Trouble
Gotta say what ya gotta say don'tcha,
Gonna say that anyway won'tcha.
Once it's on the airwaves
Truth or dare come what may.
It will Tousle their hair
Raw emotions laid bare.
Some say behold.
Others they loathe
But they'll all quote Ya.
Just roll it your way
When it's right let it sway
Stay the course, pace the change.
Gotta say what ya gotta say,
Don'tcha?
True Peace
Miracle Man
3/14/2023
In my thirst for calmness
thoughts usher me to a time,
long since forgotten.
A time when the Golden Rule
was the standard,
And hand shake our bond.
Now, airwaves are polluted
by noxious chatter aimed at all,
leaving collateral damage.
Today, labels bind us,
cancel culture damages us,
But true peace is still found in Jesus.
Sailing the airwaves
A pilot light and passengers
I sung a tune so sweet
Now I'll play it back to you
On through the aether
I spent a coin or two
With you and those friends
I can't pay it back to you
In a garden of cigarette buds
The rain touched my lips
Where you didn't kiss
I won't kiss you back
Back in this suburb of ours
With you left to the city
And all its changing rhythm
You will dance with them
When Joni sings, “Both Sides Now”;
it rang across the Earth on airwaves of liquid gold.
Her crystalline voice lends its iridescence to,
a poem of great beauty.
Canada’s child birthed integral wisdom;
Crystalline words set to a
lava flow of, music from her subconsciousness;
they waltz us to dream-time and feed our dream stories;
their cocoa-smooth nectar, sweetens life,
when Joni sings.
Turn that radio off. I don’t want to hear anymore.
All they play is music from that Liverpool Fab Four.
Those four English guys are polluting the airwaves.
Somehow, their music is what my girlfriend craves.
These bums look strange with that disgusting long hair.
They drive the girls batty, but I don’t seem to care.
Anyway, let’s get going. It’s starting to get late.
If the Phillies win both games today, won't that be great?
I'm wide awake, listening to the roar.
My musings become a glowing rainbow.
I lie pique designing vile dreams offshore.
I dream of an ominous sky shadow
Away from the ad nauseam skid row.
As political cases broach their peak.
To load airwaves with the rowdy prevail
Irritating and feeble header seek
While I slept, I grasped the heaven exhale
Moans were roundly rejected by the meek
Written: February 1st 2022
Whispers of pink, glide into view, on airwaves of a magical sunset
Glimpses of orange, which uplifts my spirit, gives me an angel peek
Of a glorious end to the day’s fantastic beginning; trees darken softly
I breathe a sigh of release; there is a tiny white violet at my feet.
I dare not move my sandal, for fear of crushing this feeling of awe
Cotton clouds spread across in a frothy stream aid the sun into bed.
God's pretty sky makes me glad to be alive today.