Short Calendar Poems
Short Calendar Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Calendar by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Calendar by length and keyword.
Got
home
before
one o' clock
fixed a cup of tea
predicting tomorrow's good mood
Fall begins on my calendar somewhat mellow
in my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku
In it, the calendar, every day,
tragedy, celebration, gains, losses...
it's fête, fiesta, always party ...
It’s Spring on the calendar, O Wow!
~ weather lagging behind, for now
shrink-wrapped calendar
pages waiting to be turned
two thousand nineteen
December 30, 2018
time piece
sundial
circle of life
darkest grim reaper
an unexpected birth
yearly appointments
monthly schedules
calendar
time piece
The Julian calendar threw
Spring’s equinox path far askew
But Gregory’s shift
Of ten days closed the rift
So Easter eggs roll now on cue
A pro all the way
from serve to volley
Rod Laver's not one, but two, calendar grand slams
buried under pseudo-tennis-intellectual flimflam
love styled days and nights
colored years with fulfillment ~
heart calendar art
LONGFELLOW POETS CALENDAR
[jan TO] [feb BE] [mar OR] [apr NOT][may TO] [jun BE]
[jul THAT][aug IS][sep MY][oct REQUEST][nov OF][dec THEE]
A prime-numbered day if years leap
Adds one extra cycle for sleep
This calendar fact
Keeps seasons intact
And discounts our rents that ain't cheap
And here we go again
The calendar is brimming with hockey games
Season widows set up camp
It’s going to be a long winter
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
he lost his mind
way back
a long time ago
in terms
in quarters
if only measured in terms of years
i'm talk'in lunar
folks
somewhere in that calendar
I feel like I've walked for a thousand one years,
Yet the calendar only shows three,
But that always happens to a heart filled with love,
A day lasts an eternity
surf the universe let the wave carry your soul forget time, calendar, your phone, dollars ,
even death don’t let the material things on earth be your final fantasy
Form:
I celebrate love
In you
I celebrate life
With you
I celebrate times
gone
And Days
Who will come
for you
As in meant of calendar
Is you
I celebrate you
Form:
pop goes the peri
jubilate
scratching crazy dates
MagiCicada13
One Friday morning
I looked at the calendar
It showed the number 13
In the afternoon
I drank 13 bottles of beer
I fell on the floor
And broke my head
And the day was unlucky
How did it get to be July
Same way I’m now seventy-five
I never paid attention
I’ve calendar-dementia
Ought to repent while I’m alive
For a month now we've had cold weather,
breaking out the long johns and the sweaters,
I'm amazed,
calendar says,
winter starts today the 21st of December.
12-21-16
Cancer's Calendar
Two months...
to die.
Two months to live.
No choice but
still...
your choice.
Two months and the
Too Short
becomes the
Harrowingly Long.
Where has 2025 gone, and
btw, 2024 didn’t seem so long
You know, I swear, really
Just yesterday ‘twas 2023
All Hail Caesar,
the conquering wind
A force of nature
that gusts within
Cities crumble
and empires fall
The shadow of Rome
—covering all
(The New Room: May, 2021)
Number the day of a witch hunt
That begin in every in a design
For every a number that burns
In the night of divine
Would you like to know
Of the
Zodiac Calendar.
I dyed my hair green for one special day
and got some crazy looks - but what the hey,
so while I gave a toast
the others got to roast...
St. Patrick's Day is in March and not May!