Short Diary Poems
Short Diary Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Diary by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Diary by length and keyword.
The thoughts flowed freely
In the diary
Keeping memories
Intact in the mind
Nayda Ivette
11-20-2015
Els are for loves
Lost count-of: every "ex" and
"Oh" there to show whom
I kissed as I exed them out,
While others left me in awe.
Dear diary
Whom I may be thou
Thoughts and days flow with madness
Sadness and love
Whom may I be thou
Dear diary of Whom I may be thou
These pages know my name
They know my story
They know my pen
All
My secrets
Holding them;
Like I hold yours
Reliably,
Your
Personal diary
An Excerpt from Nature's diary
The Rain took a break
Sunshine embraced the wet woods
Squirrel out of drey
©Anulaxmi Nayak, December 2019
Inside
Dark side
My plight
My fight
Monster
Dark star
Meadow
Shadow
Mother
Further
Battle
Startle
Thankful
Restful
August 22, 2025.
Diary entry dated October first
Sublime indian summer won’t last much longer
Enjoyed every amazingly sunfilled minute
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
NOT for a contest
If I kept a diary no one would see
all the things that mattered to me
I think most of you might even agree
that's why a diary comes with a key
The sun slowly set,
As we silently walked,
Our minds clearly set,
Upon the task ahead.
No one imagined,
Nobody thought then,
Jane could be dead,
Before we caught the men.
I wrote this last year. A cute Halloween Story. For those who haven't read it, I hope you enjoy. Happy Halloween! Not for children.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/a_halloween_diary_6420
You saw my smouldering eyes
You know all the signs by now
My fast quivering eyelids
And the flutter in my smile
Even the bulge in my pants
Darling i now see just why
I've not met your sis before
Widowed Dad zested for life,
Every day new adventures:
Hiking in the Sierras,
Naked white-water rafting,
Hours of gambling in Tahoe,
Dates with beautiful women...
Then married his best friend, Mike.
With long deep breaths,
With eyes total moistened,
They both wept closely.
But their hearts were blissful.
As for that moment,
They got United!!
And the best string was,
They both were unaware of it!!
I wouldn't want to meet again the guy I met tonight;
it really was the saddest case of hatred at first sight.
based on a friend's description of a blind date
for Susan's What I Wouldn't Want to Relive contest
My poems set me free
Telling my storys like a diary
the pages spread open for all to see
to be judged infrount of everybody
to let you kno i am me
and that is who ill always be
an open diary for all to see.
Form:
Diary In Dire Need
My diary did become in dire need
Of more poems as food I should feed
It to thoroughly enjoy and also satisfy
Maybe some knowledge on try to rely;
When you read poems will be well-agreed.
Jim Horn
People say it’s only skin, but I see lard.
I see it falling down, straight from my arms.
It speaks to me, saying, come on eat.
You know you want to. Come on, feed me.
But I won’t. I think: discipline is key.
You can do it, food’s the enemy.
She’d recite the fairest refrains
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms
You saw my smouldering eyes
You know all the signs by now
My fast quivering eyelids
And the flutter in my smile
Even the bulge in my pants
Darling i now see just why
I've not met your sis before
For Nette Onclaud's "Seven Bits" contest 04/10/17
From her thick, littered journal
Notes of passion burn with love
Against clangs of dinnerware---
Till hours roam into near morn
Her spouse digging through work’s pile.
Upstairs, she jots tender lines
Dreaming of intimate nights .
17
With your sudden guise
giving Shirley poppies seeds away
To Welford for the snowdrops
in mid February
a hushed garden
with done, knuckled buddleia
rose hips nipped
no surplus food for the birds
Spring like weather
down the South
no snow to contend
The feeling so subliminal,
Quite eerily I remember,
Face-exanimate, body-
Cold. Suffering, torture,
misery, all fixed, voice-
vanished. Querulous-
High pitched cries,
deafening still, now that
It echoes, questions put,
Answers lost, could the
Dead hear them too?
Father’s diary antique
Daughter found and read entries
Unkind words he wrote for her.
Sad, she flung the diary
Her pale photo fell on floor,
Written on it : words float on
My unsaid love for you deep.
October 3, 2017.
Contest : SEVENBITS
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud.
A woman's like a cat,
coniving and keen.
One minute purring,
the next minute mean.
She'll slice open your heart,
with her sharp claws.
And as you know a woman,
she has no flaws.
So don't bother trying,
to put up a fight,
Cause no matter the man,
the woman's always right.
lonely
I faced my pain.
Around me was,
many things like:
doctor advices ,
friends wishes,
sisters cries.
But all of these without effect.
Although it was
Nice and warm.
lonely..
I faced my pain.
Heart mom, was my wall.
Nothing defeats sorrow,
unless .. mother prayer.