Short Carbon Copy Poems

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


11 Xi 11

Today some orphans get soppy
And shed a tear on a poppy
Though they never met
Their dad was a vet
And there was no carbon copy
Form: Limerick


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like and ancient relic from a distant past
the faded carbon copy of who he never was
a meaningless error in the history of humankind
and yet there is hope of finding out truths
about life suffering miracles and mostly himself

Acceptance

If you would only
Open your eyes and see
That I can never be the person
You want me to be.

I am my own person
I have my own ideas
I am not a carbon copy
Of a love from past years.

So please, just accept me
For all that I am.

I am not a plaything for your amusement.
Form:

Premium Member That Leader Board Maigc 9

How to speak and wound deeply,
carbon copy sword and discord; 
Changed the game and did not flee,
I blocked your favorite channel;
Kept it clean no need for debris;
Destruction is your love language,
you taught it to me;
Don’t hate the top of that leader board
for mastering skills so easily.
Form: Other

My Momma

My Momma
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Shii Ma, shii carbon copy, shii xerox copy Shii spoon, choii bii style Niiguna Begay It's for me to know and for you to find out.... Momma , LAAAAAA YOU LOTS NO MATTER HOW CUCKO WE ARE , I CAME FROM CUCKO PUSS....LOL, laaaaa you Mommmma


Premium Member History

History 
A carbon copy of the past
To prevent a loss or lapse in memory
Even when people become Alcheimer patients 
History remains
The good and evil remain
No one can erase the past
But to learn a lesson
To behave well
And to teach the younger generation
The fact that
Truth and history never die

Up In Smoke

Grey slender  almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful   He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
	Into streaming metal garb ~ 
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
	But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is 
Smokey.
Form: Lyric

The House Beside Mine

The house beside mine
Is a carbon copy
Through coated in grey
And the inside smells of cats and cigarettes 
There are dogs begging to be released
And their howling comes up from the basement
While the TV blares
With no one to watch it
The driveway is empty
Because they rarely see each other
Oh, to live in a white house
I count my lucky stars
Form:

Premium Member Come Closer

Why look at me with disgust,
Come closer it's a must.
What do you see?
Open your eyes and really see.
Do you see a carbon copy of you?
We are connected but you have no clue.
Take the blinders off and look,
Do you see now? Just look.
We all apart of the human race,
There's no reason to look with disgrace.
We are connected you and me
Hate is toxic don't you agree?


Alexis Y.
11-3-18
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Going With the Flow,But Which Flow......

The banks along the river control the flow
each depositor deposits sediments of sentiments
sharing wealth of journeys winding endurance....
every gurgling ripple along with tumbling stone
light sounds forecasting future growths continuation,
as the water's song endear us.....
....waters nourishment adheres us,
into crystaline forms from carbon copy,
..........awaiting final polishing effect......

A God Among Men

Oh, his eyes- as blue as oceans;
Like icy skies, vast and frozen
With just a gaze, my Heart fell molten-
His skin was pale, though mostly golden

His body was bawdy, and perfect oddly
Like the Statue of David- a carbon copy!
His arms were charmed, to me belonged-
A desired physique, firm yet rocky

Were his abs, strong and rippled,
My love for him more than tripled!
As a specimen- a God among men-
Lo! His embrace, leaves me crippled...
Form: Rhyme

Sweep

Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....

a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,

touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,

tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a 
wrinkled countenance,

gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.

Likeness

bare with me
	as i play on words
giving knowledge meanwhile…

Likeness to…
carbon copy of.
Equality having
shared D.N.A.

duality born
pieces made
whole.

Likeness similarity
	induced the Image’s Perfection
multiple cloned the Source
	increased Greatness.

fraternally enclosed
	along strand related
before any change.

Uniform genetics…
	Sponsored Pure naturally
Producing Our True Family…
Uniting Jointly
	to One.


-Symphony
© Symphony .  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Young

I had all these ideas of what it meat to be 24
I thought things would just fall into place and I wouldn't give it much thought.

but you're still so young they said; their words not enough to take away the feelings of disgust anguish and worry.

I had my own confusion masked with thoughts of grandeur and illusion.

I feel like a carbon copy of who they want me to be
I've lost the original me.

Sorry for being aloof 
I think it best,
sorry for being away I need to take a rest.
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