Short Batons Poems

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


Tranquillity Misunderstood

Tarot batons rise
  from a dimension detained-
    Life will start once more.

*For Raul Moreno’s Tranquillity Contest
Form: Haiku


Amanhece

Manhã

A Consultora, 
na manhã 
que aflora,
maneja 
os sonhos, 
feito pérolas 
em um colar...

Pincéis, batons, 
sombras, como 
pétalas ao vento,
em cada gesto, 
um sopro de 
encantamento e
no dia a dia, 
tece um 
lindo manto,
sempre, sempre,
mais e mais.

Losers In Vancouver

Canada, land of good 
manners, polite people
until we lose the Cup
and angry crowds of testosterone
go wild 
burn cars and porta-potties
hurl bottles, bricks, 
street signs and threats 
at lines of riot masks
and batons ready 
for adrenaline 
almost as high 
as that elusive win
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New Years Happenings

Friends hug and make toasts.
Big bands play loud songs.
Loud parties get wild.
Fireworks fill skies
Confetti is thrown.

On New Years’ Day,
Parades fill streets.
Kids catch candy.
Girls twirl batons.

Later that night,
Lights go out.
People sleep.

New Year’s
Begins

Hope.


12/28/2016

Premium Member Music of the Plains

Left tall and dry, lies the pillared maize forsaken.
Barren fields of corn, stand row by row.
When yellow ears have long been gathered, 
a dusty crop has paid it's garnered due.
The dry stalks bend and dangle stiff remains,
and autumn winds return to whip batons and play.
The quiet fields tune harps and violins,
making harmony from husks, with swaying stalk refrains.


Kestrel Falcon



    She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare.

She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid, showcased on big screenery-
rewards God with a show bow and cloud kiss of why His All Knowingness plays, ~The Mistress (proud)
art
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Like Autumn

Seasonal batons on planet earth are what they are.
Their 'meets' are annually, and they like to compete.

They have lots of freedom, but are well coached.
All four of them are united in their 'events'.

Each one has special roles to meet their goal.
They are from the same stock but each is unique.

She may wet you, wind you, or even hurricane you,
but all things being equal, Autumn is my kind of season.

082522PS
Form: Couplet

Premium Member We All Wanted To Be a Baton Twirler

Twirling their flashing batons in a fabulous fashion
Two high steppers with tasseled boots led the parade
All of us third grade girls wanted white boots now
And a full short skirt with matching panties
And naturally, the giant glitzy light up baton.
Only one of us got a light up baton
It was too heavy for her to lift
which was a bit of consolation for the rest of us.
Especially those of us who had not gotten the boots either.

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