Short Ejecting Poems
Short Ejecting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ejecting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ejecting by length and keyword.
S-trict
H-ealth
I-s
R-ejecting
L-ung's
E-nemy
Y-ielding
S-afety
A-s
Y-our
N-eatness
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Shirley Sayno (April 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Doubt
Entered
Troubled heart
Ejecting thus
Faith!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 November 2017
A barber who let her hair down at work
bared her inattention in sudden jerk,
carrying the pair that clips
down she drops on where it pricks,
ejecting shrills I show her all my irk.
10-Jan-2019
Limerick II Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
water turning into
yellow orange then red
wine
abundance of fantastic
flowers
intertwining growing
she
is spreading
on top of the
magical mist
mystical consciousness
ejecting lava from
a vicious volcano
metaphysical
revelations
sleep is an
escape
Form:
Mighty engine wayward theme
piston rods ejecting steam
vibrant alive this the motion
from city town to the ocean
long gone now the huff and puff
screaming whistle growls and gruff
enduring rhyme upon the track
rhythm of the clickety clack.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
RAINS REBELLING,
RIOTS RAKING-
WINDS WEEPING,
WEATHER WEATHERING-
THUNDER TEARING,
TEMPERATURES THREATENING-
LIGHTNING LIQUIDATING,
FIRES FLICKERING-
SUN SEDUCING,
ECOSYSTEM EDGING-
EARTH EJECTING,
STORM STAMPING-
GEOGRAPHY GESTICULATING,
SCIENTISTS SEEKING-
CLIMATE CHANGING
MAN MOURNING:
Juniper- a genus of evergreen
Under the cypress family list;
Neath scented leaves, new berries are green.
It had a place in mythology's mist.
Protection, Long life, Purification
Expressed in religious celebration
Rejecting evil spirits in between.
D-iscard the old year,
A-nd turn it into new one;
N-ever stay in your slumber,
N-or nap because of
Y-awn.
M-onday morn January first
A-ims to dump the last night;
R-ejecting the final evening,
A-s the dawn sets things aright.
S-unday December thirty-first
I-s sensing December twenty-first dew;
G-et rid of the ten more days,
A-s the old year turns
N-ew.
Listen to poem:
November Occasions
Yon
citrus
ejecting
shifts blue eyes green
sovereign swallowtails feast midst chartreuse range
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whilst background pumpkin skies carve redemption
bulbed heels unearth
redolent
spicy
pie
2020 September 22
*1st Place*
Double Tetractys 3
~~Eve Roper
Picture #2
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Sometimes I dream about irrational fears
When I wake up it find myself in tears
It's uncontrollable and not his fault
Old news, been discussed and I felt better
So when these moments come along
I try my best to lock it in my vault
Hard to trust when paternal instincts weren't enough
To keep a man honest and protective
You've looked him in the eye over and over
When you find out the truth
Feels like they're ejecting your love
It would be fine indeed,
if we could wash out the mind
each morning.
Thoughts get stale,
the mind like an air deprived swamp,
begins to stink,
and the only way
to go out into the world anew
is in the same way
our souls came into it.
It is wise to swill and pour,
flush and evacuate,
drain and empty,
tip and spill,
ejecting all that collected piss
we’ve been carrying around,
for so many yesterday -
that overfull pot
we call our feelings.