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Short Cone Shaped Poems

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


Premium Member Purple Cone Flower
Purple cone flower
Cone shaped center attracts
All hungry insects...

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Categories: cone shaped, nature
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Dust Devil
cone shaped it appears
     zigzagging across the sand
          the wind is its guide...

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© Bill Baker  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: cone shaped, change, howl, nature, storm, sun, wind,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Ice Cream
Ice Cream


    Lover of the shade,

    Chilled fruit of the high summer.

     Soft petalled flower,

     Edible varieties

     Budding from a cone shaped stem.


      Barry Stebbings
       05/30/18

      Syllable count by
       Howmanysyllables.com...

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Categories: cone shaped, fruit, summer,
Form: Tanka
Premium Member Sun Day
SUN DAY

                                               Ocean
                                                Tide’s fun
                                                  Bold sun
                                                   Red nun

Jet ski flies o’er ocean, tide’s fun splash
All day affair - bold sun, red nun thrash

4/9/2017
Tyburn Form

*nun – cone-shaped buoy...

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Categories: cone shaped, adventure, beach, sun,
Form: Tyburn
The Night Peddler
Escaping through a window,
he mounts a silver skeleton.
Flying downhill, dispensing power
through straining ligaments.
His heroic calves squeezing light
into cone-shaped yellow beams
Then uphill, the counter-attack
of implacable night.
The boy speeds through
sleeping streets,
cape flowing, eye-mask
unseen, essential though
for a peddle-powered hero
who patrols
by the glow of a dynamo....

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Categories: cone shaped, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Life In Monochrome
Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
numb.
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.

It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.

In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.

If only for a moment,
If only for a moment....

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Categories: cone shaped, absence, addiction, desire, fear, feelings, longing, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things