Short Bookends Poems
Short Bookends Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bookends by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bookends by length and keyword.
Bookends
Bookends of a dream
—the beginning and ending of tomorrow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)...
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Categories:
bookends, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes It Hurts
Some think that the word poetry
should be tossed upon the shelf,
and wedged between two angry bookends:
'what' and 'ever'....
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Categories:
bookends, introspection,
Form:
Bio
Turning the Page
Living within the bookends of time
those feelings unturned
each page a new rhyme
From cover to cover the verses conceal
the moments most precious
—my truth to reveal
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)...
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Categories:
bookends, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Fun
Running the Hall
first, it depends
who they'll call
tripping those bookends
unleashing them savages
having your companions
between losing-it challenges
nothing-less assuring all
check and balances...
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Categories:
bookends, celebration, crazy, fun, games, growing up, imagery,
Form:
Other
Freedom Reigns
You can’t catch up to history
its ship no longer sails
Each chapter prisoned by the wind
times trilogy airmailed
To search within your destiny
the moments turn to gold
Where bookends fall and freedom reigns
—beyond the past retold
(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)...
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Categories:
bookends, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Without the Fire
Is morality an end point,
or a journey to begin
Are right and wrong just bookends placed,
or what then lies within
All Ethical persuasion,
to attain or just desire
Whose end result will never come
—enflamed without the fire
(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)...
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Categories:
bookends, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Landscape Architect
It's all your fault
Charles Mortington Parsons
Designer of landscapes
Extraordinaire
That no one has a sense of time anymore
Green lawns appear
Instantly overnight
Tall trees grow
In a morning or an afternoon
Mother nature
Stacked tastefully
Between terracotta bookends
And it's all your doing
Charles Mortington Parsons...
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Categories:
bookends, time,
Form:
Free verse
Nothing Lasts Forever
Many memories have I beheld
all present and all knowing
a loving family I protect
within these walls, years flowing.
Alas, the bookends of time
came crashing down this night
devils danced in wicked winds
evoking scorching screams of fright.
Now suffocating, a flaming pyre
I perish, obliterated by fire.
Written on 1/13/2018...
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Categories:
bookends, fire, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Madame
She was often better
but never good
Her virtue tainted
misunderstood
Her nights a mystery
each day in shame
The rumors spreading
each one to blame
The men who knew her
that man who left
Impassioned bookends
of time bereft
She was often better
yet often worse
Each day repeating
—tomorrow’s curse
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)...
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Categories:
bookends, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
My Grandparent's Farm
The ink on my diploma
still wet
I lived on my grandparent's farm
for the summer
Their day began with roosters crowing and
ended at sundown
In between those two bookends of the day
cows were milked
crops were tended
chickens were fed
hay was cut and baled
real people creating real food
for real people
[Imagist form]
Written 13 Dec 2020...
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Categories:
bookends, farm, simple,
Form:
Free verse
Limbus Puerorum
Most of our lives are lived
in an in-between world…
yesterday and tomorrow the bookends
to what has happened
and what is yet to come
ordering the mayhem in an artificial attempt
at unity and control
escape becomes an option for the very few
who no longer believe in the prescriptive banner,
the forecasted promise,
the dogmatic challenge
—or the printer’s ink
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)...
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Categories:
bookends, life,
Form:
Free verse
My Two Friends.....
I've got these two friends
I'll describe as my bookends
holding up the library,and
the pages in my head
Like rainbowed archways
such colorful personalities
our day to day exchanges
engage to inspire me
Two pots of gold
how fortunate am I
to have and to hold
such friends in my eye
Even at a distance
their presence is felt
without further hesitance
your warm friendships,I melt........
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Categories:
bookends, friendship, love, day,
Form:
Free verse
Breathing Time
Stepladder up to the ceilings
Held with high reasons and feelings
The bookcase
Volumes of joy and pure leisure
State their case as printed pleasure
A bookworm
Shape a life into linked chapters
Mind and soul as truth extractors
His bookmarks
Many things he can’t quite discern
Unfinished business much to learn
To bookends
Legends fiction subconscious streams
Myths fantasy and vivid dreams
Of booklore
01st May 2020...
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Categories:
bookends, adventure,
Form:
Verse
Evil's Bookends
Evil’s Bookends
Sept 8, 2001, 7:30PM
The limo arrives
the concierge opens the doors
to a clear cool night in the city,
a first Broadway Play.
A cell phone call, a Playbill
tucked between a broken pencil
and a pair of bifocals.
Sept 12, 2001, 10:35AM
Sirens blare
amid grey-white ash.
A cell phone rings,
torn Playbill flaps.
Broken pencil,
sightless glasses,
crushed in the grip
of mindless madness.
9/30/2014
Submitted for Craig Cornish
Chopped – Poetry Contest...
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Categories:
bookends, peace, war,
Form:
Free verse