Short Auld Poems

Short Auld Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Auld by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Auld by length and keyword.


There Is An Auld Laddie Near Fife

There is an auld laddie near Fife
who sought for himself a good wife.
As no one would have 'im
he retired to a cabin
and drinks Scotch every day of his life.
Form: Limerick


Auld Lange Syne

christmas tree on curb
spruce needles, dry, brown
here, there, ornament
broken, on branch
tinsel strands flitter
in cold New Years wind
soon, city truck
department of sanitation
come and carry, take away
© Ron Porter  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Days of Auld Lang Syne

You'll live inside my memory book
Sometimes I'll go back and look
Your image there won't fade away
A thousand years sharp as today

At one-o-five (105) if I'm still here
I'll open up that book so dear
And write through hands that then will shake
One last poem for old time's sake
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Auld Lang Syne

On a narrow street of Singalong
  spreads and banners hang along
Wreaths of subjects and icon
  flourish within the alleys of lexicon.

As acid waters plunge, 
  dirt and dust lounge.
Tin roofs clang, rants and rats run.

Not all streets boom with a bang
  Only in the street of auld lang syne.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member For Auld Lang Syne


Tonight, let's toast to life's revelries 
When sparkle of moments pops fine wine, 
Play on the year's red-berried stories
Relishing  the grace of Auld Lang Syne! 
This vear like bubbles...forever gone, 
Yet through all journeys we'll entwine
Firm the resolve, to choose not what's wrong 
To sing of kinship, good Auld Lang Syne!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member An Auld Kirk Yard

Seven beautiful lines contest, Sponsor Constance La France Posted 21/3/25 Through the auld Kirk gate in the churchyard wall The rough green field where my ancestors lie Woodbine and ivy around the graves sprawl With Rosemary and rue growing nearby Where wild rabbits mutter when screech owls cry Safe in the shadow of granite tombstones A jewel I loved, my grandmother’s bones

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