Short Biographies Poems
Short Biographies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Biographies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Biographies by length and keyword.
Edmund Clerihew-Bently,
In science class, listened intently,
Wrote biographies in four short lines,
Invented his own poetic designs.
Do you really like to read?
Get some knowledge; plant the seed
Have a chance to explore
Fiction, biographies, and more!
Forget about what's on your mind
Peace and happiness you can find!
So read, read, read, when you can
Live a bit like Peter-Pan!
*Quinzaine* French word meaning fifteen, rhyme scheme 7,5,3
poetry, biographies
are you a poet?
can you write?
Jared Pickett
9/7/09
Asavvy1
Murphy is loving her reading tower of books.
Adventures, biographies, and suggestions to cooks.
Home improvements, that she will never do.
Mysteries, picture books, and Manga too.
folktales, fantasy, fiction and non-fiction galore.
All Murphy can say is, "Please bring me more!"
Biographies of different kinds
Orwell with Atwood, intertwined
Old books, new books, a thousand rhymes
Keeping their words, holding those lines
Singing caged birds, sit whistling chimes
Histories, mysteries, marking time
Every volume, fixed on my mind
Lexicons, for a world we can't find
Fact versus fiction, yours and mine.
Could I have written novels
How about short stories...
Perhaps non-fiction could have been my forte
True adventures, riveting biographies...
Really, I don't think so; I'm getting old
I wouldn't succeed at those genres, truth be told
Given my shrinking attention span
It's poetry or naught for this 'minuteman'
Getting younger every day
being old not required.
N.B. Explanatory book titles
for Yale students below.
Teenager: When I threw up
in the road.
Toddler: How I destroyed
the living room.
Baby: Look! I pooed in
the potty.
Foetus: My lonely life
in the womb.
Egg: My years waiting
for sperm.
Microbe: Infecting
President Trump.
Such was the lives of frost, matthews, crane and so on and so on
As I read the short biographies of each
I am astonished by the depression they felt
The sorrow they wrote
The emptiness of home
Their poetry so emotional,
Controversial ,
Full of the truth
We remember them for their accomplishments
Not for their misfortunes
It's just sad to read about them
I discovered Agatha Christie, the author, when I was eleven.
I started out with “And then there were none”
after seeing it made into a move “The Ten Little Indians”.
None of her other books seemed quite so over the top fascinating.
But, I kept reading them because she had a thrilling way with words.
And I had a love of reading mysteries and biographies.
Baby bunny devoured books.
He read them in closets, on boats, and in nooks.
Biographies were the best, autos even better.
In the winter he read them wearing a sweater.
Aren't books boring? Asked one who knew little.
Pirate Jack kept on reading, his mouth full of spittle.
He was slashing the enemy up in pieces fine and small.
He had no idea someone was speaking to him at all
Sacrificed biographies, unwillingly wilted on the roads
Batched and bundled in flourished rows
Sorrow is freed
Comfort is farmed
No king reigns on the quality land
Leaders have protected territory
Warriors, soldiers, your pride reigns liberty
Victorious flags wiggle in the heart of the wind
Prayers light the mourning and burn traitors skin
No religion should peel our flesh to bone
No God prophets a sole to be cold
In the heavens, signs
Tell of many lives to come;
The road maps of life.
Laying out our life journey’s,
Cosmic biographies planned.
We follow our maps
And life can work very well;
Successes building
To life’s crescendo, ring out
In congratulations song.
The signs mark well the
roads and turns upon life’s path;
Each one the ramp to
Adventurous interstates
No toll fees, just your Birth right.
Lustful intentions with a perfect stranger
Unknown biographies with a confident thought process
Touch me here, as the moon falls
The language is quite common among the unfamiliar territory
Words do not describe the urges that burn within
The tongue serves as my lethal weapon of choice
Walking the line between dissatisfaction and immense ecstasy
Steamy windows while her aroma blesses the night air
For every candle, yearns to be lit
Often a country will plough over its dead.
Flowers planted; parks landscaped
over the biographies of the brave.
To read the fallen, to honor the dead and the living
we must gouge out the forgetting,
shake the roots of heaven, name the roll call
of each damnable war one hero at a time,
one loss at a time -
for each survivor there is always some loss.
Bless the memory, write down the word 'freedom'
as if we who stay at home
had always fought for it.
babies
b o l s t e r
biographies
7-13-2021
In Just A Few Words 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem.
For this contest all 3 words must start with the same letter.
. 3 words only
Our words are our
resumes and biographies –
one's soul does not hide
in one's statements. We
self-proclaim. Self heal
or indict. Our lyrics, our
rhymes, are reflections
of a human spirit manifest
in the sentient world of
physical reality:
How far one has come,
or if to travel well beyond,
is a reckoning for one's
heart-led being –
Let us pray...and then yield,
to Higher, and far Better
judgment, before our text
is written – Poets live and
die by the Word!
Grandpa Rabbit sat deeply down into his cozy afternoon chair.
What to read? He had so many selections. Would it be a mystery?
He loved biographies, autobiographies, spy novels and another genre.
So many books from which to choose; he was in heaven thinking of it.
Grandma Rabbit smiled, knowing her husband well.
He would be asleep before he reached the third page.
This was part of the joy of being retired.
He could take a snooze while others painted and delivered eggs this year.