Short Attach To Poems
Short Attach To Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Attach To by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Attach To by length and keyword.
Will you be mine,
will you wait for me,
in the murky future
that I just can't see?
Attach to my soul
and don't let go--
Give me a chance
when I move too slow.
Amazing
how smells
attach to a memory
More vivid
than eyesight
hearing or touch
They wait
deep inside us
to capture the moment
When all
other senses
—have started to rust
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
An arched pergola
Filled with flora and leaves
Seasonal décor
Leaves of many colors
Attach to the archway
A lit pathway
Made from Jack-O-Lanterns
Reaches the porch
Great pumpkins
All carved very nicely
Evil faces sour
The lawn is dark
No light reaches its bank
Evil may lurk
Deep into the night
Stay on the lit path
Russell Sivey
John Smith says defrag the head,
get rid of spare personalitys,
instead...
Defrag might do it right,
format the hard disk,
set it alight,
boat anchors are in short supply,
attach to the ears n electrofry,
until the sappy personality,
virus is dead,
instead....you can try.
not on me brane less brain ole Fred...
thanks to John Smith...Don
How do I align my thoughts of contort?
Seal this confused mind and it’s subconscious.
The corrosion of my heart will no longer allow me to attach to those I love.
Anxiety runs through my veins.
To you it’s a surprise, to me it’s internal pain.
I write to keep me sane.
In that moment it’s just a blur.
The cuddled letters at the end.
My signature.
Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.
Form:
Flowering season; don't you go
Half our to the core
Don't go to pluck the flower!
How blooming ah! Perfumed
Lovely surprise had our core
How composed, wish happiness.
Yellow-Green in color like butterfly wings
Dream come true to attempt.
Flowering season; don't you go
The sweet birds and attach to lose
Aah! We don't disappointment!
How cool and calm in the garden.
I hope one day the world is blessed to understand
every person we meet or have ever met
no matter what letter or letters we attach to them…
are part of the same alphabet.
That the same alphabet where we get L G B T and Q
has the letters H A T E and L O V E too.
That it’s not the letters that can hurt a person
that injure or offend them
It’s how we see the letters
It’s how we choose to blend them
I was looking at the starry sky
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays,
And marvel at planetary rings
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
I was looking at the starry night
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova,
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays
And marvel at planetary rings,
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
She was a great mama
Her seeds fly off in many directions
Dispersing themselves in farms, gardens, meadows
Some attach to cattails next to ponds
She feels confident
Her seeds know what to do
They are ready; fully prepared
She watches them go, knowing she did her best
How many other dandelions can say this?
Her husband says, “How can you watch them go?”
I am proud of it, she says.
Glad I was woman enough to prepare them for the world.
Has anyone seen my ding a ling?
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.
It must be a cousin of my widget,
about which my wife often digs.
It hasn’t a name, only a digit.
I also have some thing-a-ma-jigs
that attach to fishing lures, you know.
My heart sings making world famous rigs.
While pointing my do hickey just so
I turn on my color gizmo, git go.
© May 21 2010 For Catie’s “Beautiful Form” contest
in a storm of Uncertainty
haunting signs of conspiracy
rise from the stands
whisper from the sands
papers mailed to hands
invasion of many lands
an invisible enemy
crosses land and sea
an invader from inner space
arms from a hidden face
attach to the human race
technology stares into outer space
to find an alien life-form trace
while fingers point to a hidden room
with white coats that weave their genetic loom
still life is lost way too soon
Rainbow has many colors
Just life is blend with dark and light
Happy and gloomy moments, yet
We thank God for the blessing we receive.
Roses are red and pretty, yet
It has many thorns attach to it
Just life is blend with hope and glory
We thank God we survive each day we live.
Road is clean and pave, yet
It has many crossroads and avenues to take
Just life is blend with decision and option, yet
We thank God we're able to cross finishing line safe.
R-eceive my warm regard,
O-ne wish with words of mirth;
N-ice clime greets the day,
N-ew dawn cheers your birth.
I-t's my pleasure to send good notes to bring delight;
E-vening shadows disappear, as the sun is shining bright.
B-ig bash causes comfort,
A-ugust fifteenth early morn;
R-ain and loneliness have turned
I-nto joy that won't get worn.
R-apture and euphoria
I-'ll attach to the birthday card;
N-eeded to be delivered,
G-iving you my warm regard.
How much spit do you have to wipe off your face?
How many thorns do you have to remove after every curse we attach to your name?
How many times do we have to bury you, and you come back with more grace and love?
Every praise we give you feels like a blade piercing through the rib cage of eternity.
Twisting & grinding against the bones of peace
Looking into our eyes with the silent screams of forgiveness
Looking legion into the eyes, screaming
I LOVE YOU!
~Reborn