Short Calling Poems
Short Calling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Calling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Calling by length and keyword.
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Love, sweet key of joy
The stare into my eyes are...
Forever calling.
Don't try to be cool
And be afool
Mabe you can sing
Or what ever your thing
Don,t be stalling
And
Miss your calling
The Supreme Solver-
Opening all avenues calling to his souls,solving issues involving even ones in North or South poles!
The rusting of years,
the flavor of time
Calling you back
—patina unrhymed
(Ronald McDonald House: January, 2020)
How many canes were broken?
How much pain teachers taken?
All the places calling schools
To make these fools of fools
a voice is calling
music that's heard by the heart
the song of the sea
someone there
won't you near
cause he care
stop and there
so your be aware
that he loves you too
SOMEONE CALLING YOU
am calling in
your love and friend
did you cook
well am hook
i'll be over it s my clover
you are a winner
WHATS FOR DINNER
Haiku 9-1-2016
splattering raindrops
hucksters peddling their wares
gray calling clouds
John G. Lawless
9/1/2016
pains silent in your eyes
a road calling
don't go
listen to me
big fire is waiting
desires turn into torture
gently
In mystery wrapped
Forever behind the scenes
Did he pen King Lear
Othello, Hamlet ~ or was
He a Midsummer's Night Dream
4 am
fishing hole magic
I am with my daddy
catfish, bass and bluegills are calling our names
we are the only ones alive
Without a modicum
of truth
anchoring the leaves
to me
Autumn
had came calling
in Spring
and the leaves
were falling.
Distressed Soul calling.
Please return my call this time.
God wants a report.
For Soul Speaks contest 4th place
Prose or Poetry,
the music is calling
A waltz or a tango
—conjecture or blood
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
its the lords calling
this white stuff falling
its all around
covers the ground
then wind blow
then
HERE COMES THE SNOW
september day
fades into darkness
with a whisper
season’s reflections
of passing years
Bitesize Poem #52 Poetry Contest
A gentle fawn weeps
where God has taken a step
The forest his cathedral
—pathway to rebirth
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
laurel foliage languishes on the lawn -
Autumn leaves its calling card
my name
is something nicer
than what I actually
am
call me the pleasant
words
instead of calling me
out on my reality.
Sliding is the twilight
into the silence of the sea.
A multi paged book
calling for me
to milk its poetry
verse by verse.
My willow tree will soon be bare
Already the leaves are falling
But when Spring comes calling
The tiny buds are waiting there
Tiny, insignificant little shrew
Spinning lies which you spew
The rubber walls are calling you
Marbles left, you have but few
Deprivation of the situation,
Starvation proves exploitation
Fascination makes determination
He’s calling but no explanation
Moonlight
calling me
‘You are cosmic
part of something bigger,
poetry .’