Short Anne Poems
Short Anne Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Anne by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Anne by length and keyword.
Anne Boleyn -
what a state she was in!
"If I'd have married another, instead,
I'd be standing before you with my head."
Haiku thoughts abound.
Upon your page sit fifty
Condensed verse poems
Crying out for two more lines
Haiku transformed to Tanka.
delicate queen anne
a lovely meadow garnish
dainty and lacy
calls forth memory delight
grandparents' well-loved prairie
They said you were from France.
I loved you at first glance,
And thought I stood no chance
Of having a romance,
But asked you for a dance…
kelly anne conway
one might ask why she has not yet gon'way
absurdly, her flowing Wagnerian locks
still titillate the aging yet juvenile jocks.
It was a hot day
Anne brought her dog to the beach
So both could cool off
Both went into the water
They did not falter
Willie Anne finds faeries at least once a day
Sometimes in the field, forest, meadow or hay
How she finds them, no one can say
but when we come out, they all fly away
We ignored
that sound before, thunder
approaching, and paid a heavy price.
Never again! Empty
rhetoric?
This poem is written in the new poetic form Tritriplicata
George and Anne Ziegler lie side by side, together forever,
on their tombstone their last words repeated forever
“My heart is and always will be yours”
and at this I weep.
Min Perfekte Kvinne
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Jeg møtte nylig min perfekte kvinne.
Vi var begge sinnssyke, så det var en kamp laget i himmelen,
men forholdet vårt var en illusjon.
Min perfekte kvinnen var en hallusinasjon.
A wonderful young girl, Anne Otto Frank,
Was forced to live confined, like fish in a tank.
She could have been saved, if about her people knew....
But nobody cared, she was just another Jew.
There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn
CINDY ANNE
Her name was Cindy Anne
Said, “Catch me if you can.”
Now I was fat she was slight
I pursued with all my might
Careless, Cindy tripped fell flat
I fell on top and that was THAT!
She walked the shoreline listening for truth, gathering shells of thought.
Salt wind shaped her longing, turning solitude into a calm inner tide.
From stillness she taught us grace—how ebb and flow remake a life.
Sunshine came to play
On each warm and golden ray~~~
letters of her name
Eileen Manassian
This is a tribute to Anne-Lise whom I call, Sunshine. She always has a sweet and comforting word for me that warms my heart.
Here lies pretty Martha Anne McBanes
She never sang verses, only refrains
While attempting to whistle,
Pricked her chin on a thistle
And died of an infection in her brain.
written March 3, 2022
What did they do to u?
Forced you to hide
From fear of Gestapo.
From fear of murder.
Now germans look
at Amerika and spit.
I have something to say to
Germany.
At least America didn't melt
its own people
into ash yet.
Happy Birthday Anne
Throughout the years, you’re in my heart.
I dread the times we are apart.
I hope this is just the start.
Happy birthday to you.
My Sweetheart
Love Joey
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Agents against 'Woke'
ban, monitor
revise, exclude
like
'Natives' intruded
like
ships didn't deliver slaves
like
Anne Frank didn’t journal
like
separate was equal
like
history was meant to be revised
like
they want to see it.
Limerick : Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Once Anchor-Woman at Sea Anne-Anne
Called Main-Chain-In-Vain-Gain-Mane-Rain-Van
Pulled anchor, lost finger
Put in place cucumber
Now sucks lost finger to spew news ban.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick : Once buoyed Anchors in Sea Anne-Anne
Once buoyed Anchors in Sea Anne-Anne
Looked like they needed maning by Man
One said : « Whatever it be !
Got’em all covered, see ! »
Didn’t see at Sea thrive but Merman.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
When a Norwegian cow passes gas
They want to tax the gas from its ‘ass’
A cow passes 4 tonnes of methane each year
Just imagine the stink from its rear!!!!
Thanks for the inspiration Anne Lise ***
Jan Allison
31st March 2016
Limerick: She blew topless on Sea Anne-Anne
She blew topless on Sea Anne-Anne
When her anchor sank in hurry-can(e)
Then quaked Nepal earth
No way to hide girth
Since wears smile and lets down her man(e).
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Here lies Mary Louise Anne Spencer Deligne
She met her end where two roads align
She couldn’t stop her diesel in time,
Hit an eighteen-wheeler carrying lime
Buried her here, she was in her prime
Written March 19, 2022
Beth Anne is a free spirit, light years ahead of her time
A flapper before flappers know about flapping.
It is 1909 and she is lying on the south beach in her all together,
Being her sacred self in her own uninhibited way.
The rest of us are in awe.