Short Clan Poems

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


Clan

What's in a name?
Your roots. 
Your clan.
All that made me
who I am.
Offered up
in marriage,
like a sacrificial lamb.
Reclaimed now..
beause I can!

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11/08/2015
Form: Bio


Premium Member A Happier Clan

Been accused of being a useless old clam Better to be remembered as just a silly old man To entertain my workmates Till the boss says, “WAIT!” Outputs reduced, but “they're a happier clan!”
joy
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Dan's Clan

There once was a young man named Dan,
Who married a woman named Anne.
Three kids plus one more,
Males a total of four,
Now it's Dan and Anne and their clan.


8/5/2013
(written in honor of my son Daniel and family)
Form: Limerick

Once a Clan Is a Clan

Once A Clan Is A Clan


Once a clan is a clan it can be a clan;
For instance, you have a Klu Klux Clan,
And another,
And another,
Until what you have is a Republi-clan.

Jim Horn

That is what they looked like in the
White House today.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

King Kong Clan

King kong clan

  Representative of the ape clan
  King kong my name is world’s plan
  My fellow beings to support but aghast
  Historic ,extinct we are at last
  By man’s venomous red blazing tan

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  For contest ‘ In 5 lines or less#1
  11/2/15
  Rizwana Bhurani
Form: Rhyme


A Swift Crown of a Celebrate Clan!

lonely
she sat upon the horizon's
aging firmament
like some tattoos
a sparkling diamond
seen from a side of mother's field!

now
fill'd with some celestial joy
o, star from old niger's sphere
a clanish masquerade
seen from a side of an ancestral hill
a swift crown of a celebrate clan!
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
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The Clan

As I come, for molarity 
without molars. 
No grinding was left 
in the millstones.

The family 
accumulates. My distorted shape 
will not accept 
the broken ankle.

Paraplegic, you run 
faster than meteriorite. 
The boom was heard 
beyond cacophony.

It had come from 
the blue. The burning anchor 
of desire, without 
the damp eyes.


Satish Verma
art
Form: ABC

A Clan of Dark Warriors

when the masquerades came
they brought the drums
to the forests of our clan
the pipers came forth 
with ready pipes upon their arms
the dancers came out en mass
& the forests saw a full ceremony
of the ancient drumming & dancing -
then their sceptre went up to the sky
calling  for our response
within the three full moons
then mbari-warriors came in their valour
they came: they saw the cloudy sky
& our warriors drenched in the blood
called forth by the battalion-gods
a clan of dark warriors
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
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