Short Eighth Poems
Short Eighth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eighth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eighth by length and keyword.
Written by Gail DeBole
Sculpted and preserved
Eroded into beauty;
Candy for the soul.
Haiku Mountain Week Contest
Eighth Place
dancer of the night
veiling dark unveiling light
widow to sun bride
Eighth Place Winner- Brian Strand-Just Jan 2025 posted-1/31/25
Sleep and unicorn
Both are rumored to exist
I won't see any.
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Eighth place win
Contest : Unicorn Haiku by p.d.
I love my Sooners!
Crimson and cream on the field;
Thousands attending,
For their eighth championship win.
You’re in Soonerland my friend.
Sixty-five million
Broken hearts shattered, not glass--
The glass ceiling waits.
Copyright © 2016-2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
On the Eighth Day ……… Peter Onyancha
And on the Eighth day
He created Hell
He looked at it
And said, it was good
It was good for good
Good for them!
Sir Keir Starmer
is the fifty-eighth British Prime Minister.
Maybe he's not charismatic, but he is pragmatic;
a defender of human rights and all things democratic.
Scorpio is the most misunderstood signs of the zodiac. The spirit color for a Scorpio is black. The birth stone is a topaz. It's ruling planet is Pluto. It's the eighth sign.
Nineteen sixty August Eighth
At his fifty two my father died
I was then years eight
Behind me my siblings five
Widow my mother thirty three
Nothing wrong with God one
Paul P. Pepperidge the Eighth is a pompous ass
a dragon born to wealth, who has always known first class
he speaks to no inferiors, we are all that, you know
a braggart, a bigot, a bully, ready to blow
Oooo...a visit to the zoo
Don't want to be a Kangaroo,
See it there, hop. hop. hop
Never knows how to stop
Be tallest giraffe, that's true
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Eighth Placement
Contest: Zanny Zoo
Found a new friend from out Alberta way
Willow's her name, a sweet young thing in the hay
Also Whispering-Breathless
She seems quite precocious
February twenty-eighth was surely my lucky day
Agent, Load The Toad, this is informant Marty Sperm Ball, come in....
Are you the Gate Keeper, over ? No, my real name is Sir Salem Scrotum
Antipuss the eighth from Bioteck Federations Inc., of her Silicon Valley, copy.
Form:
neptune,
an ice giant
with no solid surface;
eighth and last in Solar System.
the windiest with supersonic winds
that far exceeds the speed of sound.
planet with sixteen moons;
blue in color...
neptune
,
C-rimson in the blue sky
H-as replaced the night;
R-ise of the morning sun
I-s in your good
S-ight.
G-et up from the bed,
A-s you wake from slumber;
Y-our birth brings brightness
O-n twenty-eighth November.
We are having the pink alpaca parade today
This was told to me enthusiastically, and right away.
I thought it was weird to be celebrating the eighth of May
But then again, that’s the day the alpaca is the most merry and gay.
V-ile weather turns fine,
E-arly breaking Wednesday;
R-ise of the sun begins,
N-ight chill fades
A-way.
M-ake twenty-eighth December
A-ble to meet the beacon;
Y-our birthday has come,
O-n the way to a new horizon.
K-iss the jinx goodbye,
Y-our luck comes Saturday;
L-et the new dawn break
A-pril eighth without delay.
S-eek the sweet sunrise
I-n the wide blue sky;
T-he blessings will overflow,
O-nce you kiss the jinx goodbye.
L-et Thursday night turn
I-nto a beautiful Friday;
L-ight twenty-eighth December
I-s taking the dark
A-way.
Y-our birthday has come,
M-ist has left the meadow;
A-llow the joy to stay,
S-o keep your face
A-glow.
T-he beacon in the morning
E-liminates the cold night;
S-eptember eighth Friday,
S-unshine sets things
A-right.
B-egin to see the light,
U-ntil the dawn breaks somehow;
L-ife's darkest days are
A-ll behind you
N-ow.
Heard her steps near
Was all ears but
Oh, fear crept in.
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September 30, 1935
Path No. 9+30 =12 = 3
Destiny No. 9+30+1935 =30 = 3
September 17, 2014
Form : Than-bauk
Eighth Place win
Having been raised the wild
always felt awkward when asked
to praise traditions unknown.
Like my red stockings?
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written by Nancy Jones
for contest called Christmas Stockings Tribute
on December the eighth or ninth
A-n early morning sun
I-s rising above the horizon;
Z-enith awaits the noontime,
A-s it expects the beacon.
A-n early morning sun
B-egins to share the light;
I-n eighth day December,
A-ll shadows drift into the
N-ight.
L-et your eyes find the way,
O-pen them to see the light;
R-ight path leads you to truth,
E-ven during the
N-ight.
P-ray for the brightness,
I-n the midst of dark day;
N-ovember eighth is fine,
O-nce you find the way.
A-s sunset is drawing near,
I-t's Friday December eighth;
Z-one of zenith is fading,
A-fternoon delight is great.
A-nother noontime heat
B-egins to disappear;
I-t's nice to wait and watch,
A-s sunset is drawing
N-ear.