Short Circulation Poems

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


Wood Rats

Caustic soda smells!
Teeming with logs, bark and slabs.
Motors at the vats

Pump and pump strong til
Suddenly!  Circulation
Stops by the wood rats.
Form: Haiku


Don'T Get Crossed Up

No crossed legs
No crossed arms
No crossed eyes

No closed circuits
Why?

Poor circulation
Limited creation
From crossed parts
Let there be resignation
© Lara Wash  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Didactic

Element

Earth most abundant gas,
easily it flows through 
each nostril into blood ,
Enabling the heart to 
enhance circulation, 
Ensuring continuous
energy production . 




DATE:9-17-16
Form: Verse

Premium Member Eating

Begging on the street is an occupation Need food to increase one's blood circulation Otherwise, we stumble Fidget and fumble Eating isn't only pleasurable but a strict obligation
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Chill Spring

solo
  i don’t know    the words
the bird sings
   they land   gently
on my ears
           paired up
with the wind chime

           circulation
  wide open    doors -
full-out chill Spring

5/7/2022


When a Poet Lose His Words

In your eyes my dear blue oceans ravels and in your hair night get lost 
Between your lips a poet lose his words and vanquish his thoughts
A circulation of a full moon I see in your face and a breeze from God heavens come out from your breaths

Money Problems

Money scarcity
low circulation
high prices
High demand
More expenditures
less earned
Paid goods not delivered
The delivered not paid
Borrowing for debts
Accumulation of misfortune
death of loved ones
More crimes committed
A life of inequalities
Form: Verse

A Penny

A Penny

It’s easily tossed or put aside

As if it has no worth, or no pride

It’s the last to go back into circulation

It’s often stored away as in desertion

It’s often alone, just one single penny

But when the jar gets full

It’s one of many
Form:

Premium Member Heartbeats Love -

I can see his heart pumping the life-giving blood Circulation rhythms life essence glistening Embracing the host spirit surrounding Flowing never stops must be a heart beats love
2/23/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©

Meeting Driverside

hold the razor
blade sideways
scrape up and slide
our kind size
straight line marked
like a scoreboard
winner won cards in
routing really
some may stand
up and ready
veined blue blood
circulation it's ok
to say
goodbye and 
wait again
'til next time
© Mike Swell  Create an image from this poem.

Death Sentence

Death sentence

Heads hang
High
With tears
Of rain
Pouring on their face.

The woven knot
Is tied around necks,
Tightening slowly
Cutting off circulation
From their brains
Down to their feet.

Feeling their pulse
Slow with a deep
Chilling demand for death.
Form:

Premium Member Juniper

J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
Form: Acrostic

What Is

what is consciousness
living sharing in every
moment blissful
what is happiness
we are..
poets
artist is a god
in a sense
creating delusionary
illusions
just to be
what is circulation
i dont know
honestly

this is dedicated to CHERI one of the best 5 poets i love in soup
Form:

LLC

Banking & Robbery
On Commerce

As in Title and Circulation
of Letters
Constitution as in it's Freedom
Cannot be Withheld
for General & Peaceful
Assembly
of Framing
Congress
The Loss does and does
not to exist
in the accounting
of codified Department

Military Logistic Command

The Real Deal

You're in my blood,
the essence of your soul,
digs into my arteries,
slowly
without 
any air of counterfeit.
You're the real deal,
although I seldom see you,
the heart knows it's other half
as you stay
in my blood
 as its softly
makes it's circulation,
til you leave me standing
like a deserted village.

Premium Member A Prison In Your Heart

Four valved compartments
Quadruply lock you up from the devils
Push you nearer to God
With no bargains for confinements and short - cuts
No bargains for freedom but the rules
No bargains for dignity but the truths
No bargains for sentiments but only logics
Just for a normal blood circulation
And a positive way of life

Three

------------------------

cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

---------------------------

Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

-------------------------

Running for their skin,
civilised sugar paper , 
for response alone.

------------------------------
Form: Haiku

October Morn

Gilded streams tapestry weave
Frothy dew doth pageant aggrieve
Brimming bough wrapped in embroidered sleeve
Withering grass to the denuded soil doth cleave
Translucent sickles glimmer on each availing eve
Bristling ice pelets bleary-eyed cisterns do heave
Mercurial splendor doth summer's monotony relieve
Chilled masses do body's warm circulation deceive
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Creation

Roaming clouds move steadily south
A broad circulation
The golden sun still shines hidden
Peeking on creation

The noise of the day rises
Quiet almost gone now
Moments to hear soft bird calls
Nearly disappeared somehow

There is a dove cooing softly
A rooster crows a weak sound
All settled in the foggy hollow
As car tires nosily abound  
Form: Rhyme

The Next

nobody knows
what the next is

but at the end
a ROSE spread petals to beautify others with fragrance boon 
or the SUN dives into the horizon ocean to rise another region

The End is not for coming!
cause- the moon stands after the sun,
the fragrance stands after the ROSE essence,
the next is alive in every present blood circulation!


-April 28, 2019, Chattogram

The Earthy Habitat 6

for the ripple nearest to the heart 
how much cherry-blossoms do you have 

when you do swim 
to full wings and feathers 
the doors and windows of the black timber 
do sit 

keeping their eyes closed 

the metallic rays of light 
have to go back 
into the blood-circulation of the blue mountain 

what do you pray then from the 
sea-gulls 

is it the voice of the bees

FORGOTTEN

Let me tell you lady ,
His door is closed ,
Through negative actions you became air .
He doesn’t care about nerves or circulation shared.
He was done with you when you installed monster close to your bed .
His cries for help you never cared ,
The little demons that you always sent 
To pinch , to torture to undermine 
Are dead .
And in his mind you were put to rest 
So rest assure .

Aisle Constitution

Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution 
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.

Legislation 
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference

Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom 
Mandated registration for return


Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth

Circulation of the times
Of America 
Objective as Coordinate

Circulations

Not only the atmosphere has an unending circulation of water shedding tears, facing the deepest fear, struggles drove to a dead end switched gears, enormous quantity of liquid water, eyes are evaporation, eyes dried up, sneakers only kissed the door , water vapor changes back into liquid condensation, I watched sized tears fall under the eyes to the surface precipitation, rain, snow, or hail a determination.
- Loverboi

3 Days Til Light

Drenched from head to toe
soaked and soiled.
A victim yet again
to my own self doubt.

The drive in me is gone
my desire vanished without a trace.
Yet this is only the start of my,
self induced drought.

The circulation of self hate
the arterial decay coupled with,
veinous collapse.

The childlike tantrums have increased again.
It's but true,I have regressed.

Perhaps I will survive this plight
for its only 3 days til daylight

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