Short Corrective Poems
Short Corrective Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Corrective by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Corrective by length and keyword.
I escaped outside for peace
Among the flowers and the grasses
And breathed – and layed my burden down
On my corrective glasses
Categories:
corrective, cute, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Flights of fancy, a young man's game
visions brewing, not one the same...
Dawns a slate-gray day, corrective lenses ordered
horizon's blank ~ anticipation murdered
Categories:
corrective, dark, death, future, hope, visionary,
Form:
Couplet
Selective and Corrective Lenses
Always for eyes are corrective lenses
So after knocked out, return to senses;
Are weird ways of looking at things
May sound horrible when someone sings;
What happens when your brain condenses?
Jim Horn
Categories:
corrective, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
I return parted clerical error to a hall
In justice no frame
Nor corrective temp
Time as half
The titled days conveigning
That's my Monday morning appearance
This shall never be spoken freely
A civil right to act
Fine liberty
Next date, poor
Still due process
In accurate measure of published
Categories:
corrective, america,
Form:
Free verse
ANTICIPATIONS
with
apprehensive
contrasts
in
sombre
glimpses
totally
themselves
&
so
necessary
to survive
disquiet
made
manifest
in
venerable
tradition
an
intensity
emulated
with
hypnotic
fixity
a
considered
significance
evident
&
perceptible
with
an
indicative
corrective
descending
an
embarked
inclination
Categories:
corrective, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I disagree that laughter is the best medicine.
I got a hernia from laughing and was in constant pain,
and every time I'd laugh thereafter, the pain returned intensively again.
I've since had corrective surgery, but laughing is not the same.
I'm afraid that I'll rupture my corrective surgery if I start laughing again,
and be back in that world of chronic pain,
that will only intensify when I again start laughing.
Categories:
corrective, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet playful katydid
not crackle his crocodile skin.
Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins
out zipping their yipping files.
Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippery splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.
Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety flying frying fins
falling their crowns upside down
while mothers cry for their sins.
Categories:
corrective, humor, nonsense,
Form:
Lyric