Short Avon Poems
Short Avon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Avon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Avon by length and keyword.
I travelled to Stratford today
(Crossed the Avon on the way)
In search of The Bard
To give him my card
As I'd had an idea for a play
Categories:
avon, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Fast
river
the Avon
running to Bath
beautiful with snow
when I first met
the unknown
walking
slow
Categories:
avon, allusion, blessing, confidence, dream, remember, river, tribute,
Form:
Ninette
The stars were dancing above the Avon
When he was born on that April night
And his heart`s door was left ajar
For he never forgot that sight
Categories:
avon, dedication, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Wurtis B was a bardolater.
Shakespeare fan, there was no one greater.
He spouted the Bard.
Photo on his card.
Hamlet magnet on refrigerator.
Categories:
avon, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th
Form:
Limerick
Medusa came calling one day
selling Avon. What can I say?
To stone I did turn.
“It's so hard to earn
a living,” she cried. “Rocks can't pay!”
Categories:
avon, fantasy, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Those beautiful towers on Avon gorge,
gorgeous and tall like Heavens doors,
proud above the cloud always visible,
please guide me home the day I fall.
Categories:
avon, future,
Form:
Rhyme
aka
"No More Masks" or "Avon Calling"
It seems that your looks are genetic
And no one would claim they're magnetic
Improve the aesthetic!
Apply a cosmetic!
Synthetic is seldom pathetic!
Categories:
avon, women,
Form:
Limerick
A-uthor
R-ightfully
I-mplements
A-wesome
N-ote
E-mploying
A-crostic
V-erse
O-f
N-ame
A-s
M-use
A-bout
R-apture
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Ariane Avon Amaro (August 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
avon, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Mr. Robert Kraft's
gone slightly daft
Ring-a-ling-a-ling
~ Prostitution sting
*The soon-to-be-former owner of America's
most successful sports franchise just got
nailed in a little sting down in Florida. Ouch!
Categories:
avon, satire, sports,
Form:
Clerihew
Avon
brings out the joy
in knowing beauty thrives
within the wild heart who believes
in love
Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
December 6, 2020
Categories:
avon, beautiful, beauty, confidence, encouraging, happiness, love, mirror,
Form:
Cinquain
The papers lay pitifully on the wooden pile
Hungry for a scholars ink
The pen pine to be touched
Not with empty inspiration
But words that drip endlessly
And there I sit
Watching their anguish
Not Bard of Avon or Homer
Just an infamous poet
Who Yearn to be loved
Categories:
avon, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
The bard of Avon live
Long live his renowned name
I gather his words yo become a dictionary
His lexical usage are more secular and diagnostic
I move forward with literature inspired
By him and his works
The sonnets he wrote calligraphes the venom
The venom of wisdom
Categories:
avon, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!
Richard's steed Surrey lay dead
Slain by a crossbow 'tis said
Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
(Not for the contest)
Categories:
avon, horse, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
“Ding dong, Avon calling!”, are these ladies around anymore
Way back when in another era, they came knocking at your door
Guess I'm dating myself
But I'm still in good health
Maybe I'll be around when they banish killings and wars
Ya think?
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
avon, wisdom,
Form:
Limerick
alas the ass to ride the dollar and the mule to the bank
I am not amuse the ruse of poetry soup and lack of lentils
as most of you do not know it is a legume to ponder the read
of a dictionary but the bard of avon not going to plant a garden
the sun is bright but you are dim not knowing the share of sum
the perfect buffet with green tea and if lucky perfume with jasmine
Categories:
avon, absence,
Form:
Epitaph
My eyes unleash upon the world before me,
where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign
These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,
to rise and fall as sun and moon both share
The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,
to trail the one in front and lead the back
As cousins of the changing time indenture,
the same but separate lost within themselves
(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)
Categories:
avon, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
It may be audacious even to attempt
a definition of his greatness
But it is not so difficult to describe the gifts
that enable him to create imaginative visions of pathos and mirths
that whether read or witness in the theatre
William Shakespeare
Categories:
avon, education, history, imagination, inspirational, people, philosophy, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Salesman on the phone
A game I play well.
Love it too
When my children were toddlers
I merely
handed them the phone
When they got older
I started trying to sell the salesman
aluminum siding, Tupperware, Avon,
I called this new game
Beat the clock
The win was easy….did I beat my last time?
How long would it take
for the salesman to get irritated
and hang up.
My best time
Three minutes
I am proud of that.
Categories:
avon, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
EPISTLE TO BILLY SHAKESPEARE
An epistle to Billy Shakespeare:
Dear erstwhile bard of Avon,
Greetings to you from
The bamboozled, browsing
Bibliographies, bound
by the bloodlust, ]
Passions so flawed,
Exaggerations,
Literary inventions,
to contradictions,
Legions of legends,
Perennial prose,
constellations, creations
Tragic heroes
and drama queens.
Dear Billy Shakespeare,
Thanks so much not,
Signed,
Long suffering teens!!!!
Categories:
avon, allusion, angst, confusion, culture, education, funny, satire,
Form:
Blank verse
My eyes tell a story
Do you wanna know?
The tempest and the temptations
Are alive but wasn't enough to trounce me
I'm wild and loyal
Resilient and practical
Church-mindedly ruthless and effervescent
A cheerful giver of love not lust
Smirtle! I make you laugh not cause I care
But to show my brawniness
My prowess as a queendom
Goes without the saying - I rule
Not bard of Homer or Avon
But I write
Your destiny not mine
I'm the juggernaut
Categories:
avon, poems, poets, poverty, power,
Form:
Free verse
Ding dong!
Avon calling
it is 1953.
Women rush to host a fragrance party.
The Avon lady is lying in wait, ready to sell.
Ding dong!
You cannot come to toe door in your house dress.
Your lips will be blood red with lipstick.
Eyes are blinking back chunks of mascara from your brush.
You are wearing a chiffon gown and diamond earrings.
I laugh at these ads now.
When I was a child they seemed plausible.
Normal even.
As we saw them so many times, and I was young.
Categories:
avon, nostalgia,
Form:
Light Verse
I remember, oh how I remember
the years that have gone by.
Our doors were never bolted
our windows never closed.
Women had part-time jobs
knocking on doors all afternoon,
their comely voices bidding:
Madam 'tis Avon calling for you.
Meantime grandma would sit
outside the house and gossip
with friends who passed her by,
whilst we would wander all alone
in fun parks or green meadows,
flying our gaudy coloured kites,
and gathering cowslips for our dear mum.
Categories:
avon, memory,
Form:
Free verse