Short Annabelle Poems
Short Annabelle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Annabelle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Annabelle by length and keyword.
Annabelle Gads
She is a fantastic fibber
Annabelle Gads
A fun-filled, fighter,a flirt and a felon.
Can she spend the night, Friday, please?
Categories:
annabelle, 10th grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Tanka
There was a woman named Annabelle
They say she’s a bit of an animal
Men said what ‘s the palaver
She’s no different to any other
They didn’t know she was a cannibal
Categories:
annabelle, funny
Form:
Limerick
A-nother
N-ew
N-ote
A-bout
B-eauty
E-mploys
L-ove
L-etter
E-xpressing
T-he
A-ffection's
N-iceness
Topic: Birthday of Annabelle Tan (February 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
annabelle, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Lulubelle and Annabelle hats in hand
Found a magic fantasy fairyland
Wearing their fancy knickers
And matching party slippers
Frolicked unaware of nearby quicksand
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted December 30, 2017
Categories:
annabelle, fantasy, fun, silly, word play,
Form:
Limerick
Bright red scarlet Tulips for Annabelle
A kiss of natures art
a sweet smile of her elegant's
eyes with feelings
such beauty that sings to ones heart
flowering our soul with such bright delights
you are a lady that is so sweet with kindness
you leave such lovely sweet memories behind.
Categories:
annabelle, beautiful, beauty, feelings, flower, june, nature, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
LOVABLE ANNABELLE
shadowplay like mist upon the glass
no rain today, radiant display
sun’s final hour touches my heart
it grows resplendent from the core
bedazzling specter of God’s grace
Annabelle’s been called home
full array of rainbow rays
upon the bridge - she’s come to life
6/13/2019
Annabelle’s gone to doggie paradise
Categories:
annabelle, death,
Form:
Verse
No she wasn't very tall, no she never had to crawl
a winter day like this she didn't want to miss
so she lay there in the snow, as her little wings un-sewed
No she didn't hear the bell, as they called her, " Annabelle! "
for a little child of four , was playing right next door
so together they did play, until they flew away
Categories:
annabelle, appreciation, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Introduced to Edgar Allen Poe, many and many years ago...
By a teacher who quoted to me; of his love for Annabelle Lee
How his bride died at an early age and left him sad and depraved
This resulted in his drinking to increase because he couldn't deal with grief
Consumption of much alcohol brought to him an early grave.
(Edgar Allen Poe, January 19, 1809 until 1849.)
Categories:
annabelle, death, depression, history, loss, love, on writing
Form:
Narrative
Young Annabelle Lee
went off to see
if she could find some posies
in her pretty dress,
hair in a mess,
and little pink bare toesies.
But every boy that she did meet
from Tom to Dick to Harry
(each and all potential grooms)
gave her a little flower treat.
So many boys, so many blooms
she found them hard to carry.
Back home she went,
embraced in scent
did Annabelle Lee;
now smiling with glee.
Categories:
annabelle, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Anna belle Annabelle
Why do you wail all the time
I just sent you out doors to play
You wailed so loud you,scared your friends away
All the birds stopped singing, and flew away
Will they come back another day
A dark cloud came out and covered the sun
Anna belle Anna bell what have you done
Categories:
annabelle, caregiving, childhood, children, friendship, imagination, life, mother,
Form:
I do not know?
Arrogant Annabelle
She looked in her mirror and
declared her self, "hot."
Poor soul, unaware that what
we do, impresses not a soul.
Naught!
Bobbing above all humanity,
Not one scintilla of humility.
She has it all in spades.
Other humans could never reach
her grade.
So in judgement, she stands.
Whilst standing on ever so shifting sands.
There's only one god in the universe.
To think we are Him is so pathetic and perverse!
November 22, 2019
Categories:
annabelle, character, woman,
Form:
I do not know?
By making the most successful leaders look small,
Do you really think that makes you smart and on
the ball?
Your ignorance, bright as a neon light on high.
All dullard insects come to you call, not very bright!
Mass media is an insect, too, drunk on profound lies
and purposeful deception.
Simply, not in search of truth, just to lie without any
conscience, to win the next election?
Good Grief!
Panagiota
10-19-2020
Opus#4
Categories:
annabelle, america,
Form:
Couplet
All his ink wells ran dry
From uncertain thought
His nib dripping with ink from within,
The crimson script full of regret
From what has and has not been.
Grief stricken eyes
Nails turning to dust
Hair falling with every turn of the page,
He reeked of whiskey and the troubles it brought
The smell worsened as she started to age.
As the hour glass ticked
The months blew away
Times ocean began to swell
But not a soul came through at anytime
Looking for his sweet so sweet Annabelle.
Categories:
annabelle, death, fear, loss, sweet, sweet,
Form:
Free verse