Short Clanks Poems
Short Clanks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Clanks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Clanks by length and keyword.
The thought of loss is loud
It bangs, clanks, hisses and rattles
Inside of your head all day
Your brain starts to crash
And you start to cry
Your heart starts to crack
And it's hard to restart.
Categories:
clanks, 12th grade, beach, beauty, boy, cat, easter,
Form:
Verse
It must have dazzled Free Will
To be jousting with Fate.
Clanks there no discordant
But armour intimate.
Dark, or roseate-crested, one of
Either the former's knights.
Sent out its castle wall, beyond
For the latter's world-fights.
Categories:
clanks, fate, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Clanks,
blanks,
cranks,
clash!
Slams in tank,
detours irate!
Ingenious infiltrates,
sojourns knocking,
indignation on the plank,
plutocracy dank!
Dotards are prate,
iridescence is just as late-
prime meridian,
songs obsidian,
and the incandescence great!
Categories:
clanks, allegory, animal, crazy, culture, england, evil, fear,
Form:
Blank verse
Stepping outside
The cold bites my nose
Eats my toes
Ices my cheeks
Frosts my feet
Turns blue my knee's
It's -8 degrees!
The cold nibbles my ears
Freezes my fears
Clanks my teeth
Oh good grief!
Catches my eyes
Takes me by surprise
It's so cold
It gets to my soul
Racks my brain
Rids of the pain
All in stepping outside
Categories:
clanks, happiness, imagination, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Swirling, treacherous turmoil
Expands and contracts below.
Metal clanks and cars screech.
Bare hillsides stretch the landscape.
Red strands twist and turn,
Weaving and stretching,
Border to border,
Suspending life
Heels balance,
Hard on concrete
Toes hang,
Reckless in the wind
3…
2…
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Golden-Red
Turquoise-Green
Black
Categories:
clanks, dream, leaving, life, loneliness, suicide,
Form:
Free verse
Breakfast
Clinks... clanks... a crash... a clatter
Pots... pans... and plates... a platter
Smells... sounds... people... and voices
Stools... chairs... tables... and choices
Ching... ding... a door... and a breeze
"Mornin'!"..."Take your order, please?"
©Deborah burch
2005/12/06/2016 (repost)
For Brian Strand's #245 how it reads aloud CONTEST
Categories:
clanks, business, places, time,
Form:
Couplet
Steam from fresh ground coffee
Mixes with smoke from cigarettes.
Syrup mixes with butter.
Eggs mix with toast.
Clinks of forks on plates
Mix with clanks of spatulas on the grill.
Last minute bar stragglers
Mix with early morning risers.
Morning crew coming in
Mixes with night crew getting off.
It's shift change at the diner.
Time for me to mix with my bed.
Categories:
clanks, on work and working, people, places, time,
Form:
Free verse
The city moves and laughs and sings
Of lurid lights and fancy things
Of static electricity
And many opportunities
The acid clouds are dismal gray
Leave not a single trace of day
Wind withers and regains its speed
A buried, lonely poplar seed
But while the city screams and clanks
And people march in suited ranks
A little light the clouds do show
Wait now, the seed begins to grow
Categories:
clanks, imagination, city,
Form:
Couplet
The censer clanks
the smoke rises.
An attempt is made
to hypnotize.
It wafts across
the naive
The priest like
a magician has
a trick he uses
to deceive.
The incense odor,
causes a spiritual
trip.
Chanting in Latin,
locks his grip.
Affecting only
those who are on
a guilt trip.
A stronger odor
fouls the air.
Stench from children gropers,
that the vestment clad
denier shares.
Categories:
clanks, abuse, betrayal, child abuse, prison, scary, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Our world is concrete
But it's unstable
Life is short
But the hour is long
The weeds are deadly
But seem like grass
They shuffle by and wonder
But they don't care
A sweet bird's song is
Interrupted by clanks
Machines wisp by
In a rush
The sound of a siren
Stabs through the air
Whatever happened to
Playing with our shadows?
What have i realized
In this quick fifteen?
We've all abandoned
Life's great value
And the world is vain.
Categories:
clanks, life, time, visionary, world,
Form:
Free verse
With a SPLASH of color
a chance for cooler weather
falls BUZZ is heard
the CHATTER of talking leaves
DROP to the ground
a CRUNCH under foot
broken into a MUMBLE
barely heard
trees become naked
and CLAP with a wind
summer's heat HICCUPS into fall
begging for a DROP of rain that never comes
the CLATTER of mini blinds
BANG against scuffed kissed windows
as the floor fan CLANKS with broken blade
leaving fall to settle the score
with summer's heat
Categories:
clanks, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Goodnight, my whistle whispers
muffled by squeals and clanks,
the freights' heavy weight cradles the breath I take.
Exhales through chilled wind churn coldness steel,
solidifies my being real,
through every jolt shakes every bolt, a thrash, clash, pulsing bit,
steal me up a comfort ladder, with dirt upon its' grip.
As southern evening falls, does burning spark of metal wheels in the dark,
miles before the port breaks clear
before I hop off to see you near.
Categories:
clanks, absence, identity, leaving,
Form:
Bio