Short Classification Poems
Short Classification Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Classification by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Classification by length and keyword.
From a school or college
Ceremony connected with commencement
All degrees marked
Classification into grades
According to amount, size, quality, etc.
Wee trick-or-treaters
scream at the sight of my face.
Should I wear a mask?
Not really sure "senryu" is the correct classification! Oh, well, . . .
October 8, 2022
difficult to classify
an unknown gizmo
thingamabob, doohickey
whatchamacallit
unnamed yet not unexpected
not unlike certain people
whose unique qualities defy classification
Classification and education are not inspiration
To classify or correct a poem does not make poetry
Who of you are able to Judge Shakespeare
If you cannot judge the best how can you judge the least
If Shakespeare were here today he would receive an N/A
Don't worry about
classification,
We're all born as new stars.
Watch us brandish our
emotions.
Watch us mend a broken wing.
Watch us watch a cradle
rocking.
Classification nudges us to put
frames on things.
The universe has no frame,
Constantly reaching outward.
Jade Trochilidae
Imbibe NECTAR every morn ---
Sweet ambrosia drips.
2nd Place in The "Daily Ritual" contest by Raul Mareno.
HM in the "Strict Haiku" contest by Charles Henderson.
10th place in "Birds" contest by A Rambling Poet.
*Trochilidae is the classification for hummingbirds.
You are something
Beyond classification or description.
Something sensory.
Something
Warm, sweet,
Rich, dark,
Smoke and fire,
Softened spice,
Sugared rust,
Dusted copper,
Wood, bark,
Like you grew from the ground
Or were mined from the red earth.
Just like Saigon Cinnamon.
Zoology
Animal Biology -
Classification, Distribution, Evolution, Form -
Geology Helps Investigations Jumpstart Knowledge -
Latest Methods Necessarily Overturn Past Questions,
Reorganizing Some Taxonomic Understanding -
Variations Within Xenotypic Yeasts -
Zoology
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(my last one, I promise!)
Liberation from the strongest of bonds
From judgment
From classification
From belonging
To exist for the purpose of existence
The echoing voices, a hymn of dependence
Silent
To exist through actions alone
With no mark
No stain
No expectation
To move the world
Then be forgotten
To move the heart
And be remembered
In silence
Nameless
Eternal
Free
Not specific this God beyond understanding
Said Elihu to Job long ago.
Outstretches all classification,
Not bound by identity one or another,
Bigger than any holy publication,
God above definition of those who made God
Pleasing to themselves, that is,
A gender-ascribed Bronze Age tribal god of war
Unable to deliver from foreign control who
Now saves only souls who believe such a thing.
Not specific this God beyond understanding
Said Elihu to Job long ago.
Outstretches all classification,
Not bound by identity one or another,
Bigger than any holy publication,
God above definition of those who made God
Pleasing to themselves, that is,
A gender-ascribed Bronze Age tribal god of war
Unable to deliver from foreign control who
Now saves only souls who believe such a thing.
I feel despair denial everyday in my life sit here thinking about conceit of the world I look to advance of conjure of life what I seem to find is aghast & constant anger so why o why do we teach world to hate is it because classification make who we are I say. No! But the world say yes I say we are to penitent and head toward peace because life is really about love , caring , giving , helping people
And now we come to the special cases:
You know, they are at the edge of the living,
Questionable that they fit the classification
Just a little red gristle at the articulations
Very desiccated, like pampas grass
Flopping like straw umbrellas
Non-speaking specimens,
What can they be thinking -
If anything?
Cradle one in your arms;
Isn’t it sad
What you think of them
Someone thinks of you
Thet called me a Clerk Typist,
But handed me casework meant
For a higher pay grade.
Families leaned on me, and I carried them
Growth came from fortitude,
Not classification.
I did the job first,
Earned the title after some time
Public Assistance Specialist,
Proven by service, not paperwork.
Lesson: Your role is shaped by what you
Rise to, not what they print on your hiring form.
So many thoughts lurk within,
And soar like butterflies in my mind.
I try drastically to classify them all,
For everyone to appreciate their kind.
The blank paper is the net,
That catches all these thoughts.
Then the classification process begins,
And poetry is made from these thoughts.
I articulate my experiences,
For all to gain from my existence.
So when butterflies cross my mind,
I grab the net and catch them that instant.
We classify many things as good.
We may classify them as bad.
They may be classified as neither.
Or classified as both.
Life is said to be seen in black.
Seen in white.
Sometimes grey.
Or no color at all.
But sometimes there is no classification.
Only the thin line in between.
Or not at all.
Because some things are so out of the context of our understanding.
That they are none of the four.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not both.
And never neither.