Short Belatedly Poems

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


Kindred Spirits Lune

lone girl with her cat

maybe sad

but survives life's storms










06 August 2015
Pretty Little Lunes Contest- No. 4
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich


*inspired by the story of Broken Wings and her cat.
**sorry, had to change the form belatedly to verse
© Kp Nunez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse


Late Lessons

From growing old
   we could learn so much,
though belatedly,
   about how we could have
lived youthful life
   in a far better way;


and from dying,
   much profound insights
concerning living,
   too bad they're hard lessons
much, much too late
   for the final learning.

Premium Member Oldyear Question

Said the last wrinkled brown leaf,
falling toward late dark ecstatic ground
crumbling into wet somber grass,
to the twig
belatedly letting go,

What does eternal healthy life feel like?

But, remembered romance,
enchantment,
resilient nurturing radiance
before and after
twig's silently reassuring
timeless non-reply.

Belated Lessons

.

Although really belatedly,
much could still be learned

         from slowly growing older
         about how one could have

         lived youthful, vibrant life
         in a more purposeful way.

And from lingering illness
and dying itself, profound

         lessons on health and living;
         only they're much too late

         for the frantic, final learning
         of the sick and the dying.

.

I am Zero and One

I wish to become you.
The simplicity within zero,
The complexity within one.

Yet, all these things gathering together,
Became a single blade of grass.

We cannot carelessly choose zero,
Nor can we have one chosen at our own will.

Remember!

We! When we are driving,

We drive with zero,
But with one, the car behind us
Slams on the brakes belatedly as 0011.

This, precisely, is the voice of the blade of grass
Greeting the wind as a friend.


Premium Member Mining Your Fountain Pen Tips

Into the wilds
I trudge
In search of
Osmiridium
I keep an eye out
For
Thylacine
But know they
Got rid of them

I follow the tracks of
Finnegan
Who was on the run
For his life again

The 73rd of foot
Again
Some were thinking
Good riddance to him

Finnegan
Ran blindly
Through the bush
Right across the top
Osmiridium

Yet
He seen that treasure
Denied to me
Thylacine

I guess
We are square
In the circle of life
Finnegan
Osmiridium
And belatedly
Me
me
Form: Rhyme

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace