Short Cellulose Poems
Short Cellulose Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cellulose by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cellulose by length and keyword.
Epilogue Devouring
If you were a letter
That is improbable!
I'd eat you
Though I do not digest cellulose whatsoever...
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Categories:
cellulose, crazy, fantasy, spoken word, words,
Form:
Free verse
Why Did I Watch That
led through the strangest valley
and forest this eve
with snickering, horned, little
phosphoresent faries
carried by cellulose
to my cornea
wicked and vile winged creatures
swept around my vicera until
I remembered it was just a
movie....
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Categories:
cellulose, on writing and words
Form:
I do not know?
No Prisoners
terrible vacancies
reside in our body cellulose
millions of foot paces
resettle at the starting post
the soul under cool linens
dissolves in it's own acids
awaken white worlds
from their shadowy coma
the 1939-1945 war never ends
and takes no prisoners...
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Categories:
cellulose, angst, confusion, history,
Form:
Free verse
October Couplets
Winter migrants arrive with welcome calls
the Indian Summer falters,and falls
Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
into next year's cellulose....
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Categories:
cellulose, autumn, october,
Form:
Couplet
Bath Time
Bath Time
Every evening
around about five
I pinch my cellulose
to make sure I’m alive.
Long-ago-child
last rings in my tub
now soaps up her own kids,
rub a dub dub.
Towels at attention,
the bathroom is dry
if I need a re-run
my daughter’s near-by.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 24, 2012...
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Categories:
cellulose, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Behind the Mask
A blank sheet of stationary
lays speechless beside a keyboard.
Scores of single letters and marks-
Inert symbols invented years
Lost to man’s recent memory.
Instruments of mental fury
And human eventemperedness.
What does fate hold in store for it?
Will it be a fiery paper
With memorable rhetoric
Or the birthplace of a poem?
Both are conceivable concepts
Yet the unsullied cellulose
Is mute waiting to be unmasked....
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Categories:
cellulose, imagination
Form:
Verse