Short Attendance Poems
Short Attendance Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Attendance by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Attendance by length and keyword.
May we all at least once on our lifetime
(because oh what a thrill it brings)
be blessed to be in attendance…
when a whale starts to sing.
I chaired the meeting
a difficult audience it was
I saw in the attendance
fragments of husbands
foliage of broken wives
and little bits of pupils
New blue gardens bloom
Beauty is in attendance
The joy of gardens being
Here is brilliance surrounding
In my gardens I do pride
On blue roses the life show
Church Attendance Soared
We want to welcome new priest aboard,
Who along with will be bringing the Lord;
Never late;
Sermon great;
Watched church attendance as it soared.
Jim Horn
Tamco
Before space arrived
Time was not in attendance
Zero was nature
Stillness carried no echo
Until a soft breeze blew
Brought space, time and colour
Strange life forms appeared
And so did mortality
It was exciting and thrilling
To see the stadium filling
Though the day was a’chilling
People around were soon milling
Like pickles in jars sagely dilling
Notice that the Jacks were a’Jilling
Poets in attendance were quilling
Blue jays and cardinals were trilling
This barmaid is generous
she showers every visitor
with hot irresistible smiles
sprays those in attendance
with warm tricky greetings
and drowns every customer
with beers, spirits and sodas
after everything done keenly
she splashes sleepy customers
with inflated credit letters
In the hollows of my being
mental photos move about
doors attempt to shut out
what was already in - severity
plaster walls sharing testimony
with squeaky floors
warmth mingled with kerosence petals
ancient melodies oozing hope
ties of embryonic attendance
anchors of strength obtained
Plates and saucers
quietly in attendance
behind the cupboard doors
lick their faded flowers
inside borders service nicked
as time ticks
off the kitchen clock.
Pile smoothed dish towels
lie in neatly folded rows
as a checkered mate
doubles over the ice box
handle with nothing to dry
but a mother’s tears
for days gone by.
The will of God, e'er take
me to my knees,
your Spirit, so astringent
cleansing, free!
Ne'er given to imply
a church of greed
attendance, and deny
as fate takes fee!
What is the Godly why
where the decree
in Gospels wrenching cry
wanderings spree!
With Hope our mind's comply
Christ's heart receive
in apathy's restraint
placebos flee!
He asked his flock if they believed in the Hereafter
Amen, pastor, they said amid much joy and laughter!
Hereafter, when the plate is passed
I expect it to be filled up fast
For some reason chapel attendance plunged thereafter
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Joyful happy snow cone day.
Laughter. Singing. Skipping.
Every child who has almost perfect attendance.
Ninety-three percent was the cut off percent.
I felt really sorry for the two or three children
In each classroom who could not participate.
Especially since none of them can drive a car.
It is mothers who oversleep and do not bring them to school.
Runners on the track
All men are invited
Attendance is a must
The time is set
Humanity runs
The track is life
It's curve its changes
It's stretch its moment
Yet some will sprint
Others will jog
Some will hop
Others will walk
Before it Over
Some will win
At the sprint
Others at the jog
Some at the hop
Yet others at the walk
In all these
Some will fail
I didn't desire to live today
just of memories...
Today I didn't wish
absences...
Today I wanted
attendance... and do
happen time...
Today I didn't desire
dream your kisses,
I wanted to kiss you
strongly...
Today I didn't wish
lock myself in fears...
I wanted to break the hull,
reveal the veiled,
unravel the
secrets...
Today, I wanted
actually
to live...!
A walk in the woods.
Thunder
in the
distance.
Lighting
dancing,
edging
dark clouds.
Soft rain
thru the
pines.
Boughs dripping
in the pond.
Birds sounding
bird talk.
Many languages
to be
heard.
Frogs
in the pond
announcing
their attendance.
Walking along
the path,
they take no
notice of
my
intrusion.
The
planet is theirs.
I’m
just
passing through.
The symposia on health
Will be on the weekend
Join us and bring a friend
Your body is your wealth
Addresses healthy food
Boiled water as example
Less fat, carbs than the apple
And no need to be chewed
With free t-shirt and ham
And some other offers
Please spread it to the others
Rest assured it's not a sham
SYMPOSIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
September 01, 2018
They call me anti-social
As if I could care less
When I'm on my own
Is when I'm at my best
A room full of people
Socializing and being equal
I could care less to be in attendance
But I guess its about remembrance
But being a Social butterfly
Is not in my agenda
I prefer to dwell in my own hacienda
So I will be anti-social
And leave the pro-social
To the locals
For now that's my focal
Form:
Braggadocios Colonel McBragg
caught a truth bomb
gag shrapnel frag
This sent his damaged, prideful heart
on a flatline drag
His coffin was dress uniform covered
by a neatly folded flag
All those in consternated attendance,
wondered ruefully ...
with fretful thoughts a-sag,
that brain prickly did nag:
What classified secrets loose lips McBragg
had let out of the intel bag
Asleep not, my muse begins to trot,
Evoking whispers of willow
In my memorial mirage.
Asleep not, my concern is hot.
It has nothing to pillow
But your cold corsage.
Solely awake solely in wait
Whether affectional arrears
Find the atonement too late
To recoup your stray tears.
Half desirous half in despair
How my wistful heart dithers
When into thin air
Years of attendance withers.
The crack of the bat, game’s invocation
From stadium to sandlot, all the same
Temples to the spirit of our nation
Listen closely, wind whispers ancient names
The greats in attendance at every game
Rejuvenated by the youthful heart
The soul of our sport, true performance art
Its palpable spirit, real as it seems
It beckons you, invites you to take part
Become the legend on the field of dreams
4/11/16
graceful
ballerina
gets her moment to shine,
and shine she does! look at her twirl!
all those in attendance applaud and cheer!
oh, she's poetry in motion
and quite the show-stealer!
infinitely
graceful
Love sings in perfection
Its defined in every verse
Its the last word spoken
It explains all that came
first
It is subject in ballads
It rejuvenates even the
Most foolish of us all
Its a classic in any era
It promotes itself with
Its mere attendance
to make all others
Unmentioned and unpromoted
It rewards because of its
Obedanace
Its sweet taste releives
the thirst!
By past present and perfect!
Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime
was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle
Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind
Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time
Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind
Low attendance due to hassle
Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
The doubters will cross the coals
after the raid.
Apology will not be in attendance.
Sitting on the throne of
cold blooded assassination, do you think
justice demands the revenge ?
Whom you are killing, the body
or the spirit ? Heads will roll
after debriefing.
O my god, politics always
enters the fray, when you are preparing
a carpet of roses.
Against the black moon
a fast unto death
by a virile sunblind ?
Satish Verma
We are the women..
Who full of life,
pluvial in attendance,
Fresheners in sweetness,
Tranquil decorated with flowers,
Spilling like spring,
Gleeful, like the wind
Flavored by the seasonings love,
Wavey, glowing on the sands of desire,
Adorer, lover, raring to love that never
'broken nor unfulfilled'
Flirting under fabrics texts and above!
,
So let him come to us
The one who is collecting the sea
In our evening silk..! !