Short Eleanor Poems
Short Eleanor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eleanor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eleanor by length and keyword.
They think she's nice,
she picks up rice -
but please don't worry,
it's for her curry.
for Jerry's Eleanor Rigby contest
Former first lady Eleanor Roosevelt
With women's rights mostly dealt
But her husband Franklin
Let "Missy" Lehand spank him
E-xcellent
L-ine
E-mploys
A-wesome
N-ame
O-f
R-eader
O-nce
R-ighteous
T-opic
I-s
A-bout
G-reat
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Eleanor O. Ortiaga (July 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-xcellent
L-ine
E-mploys
A-crostic
N-icely
O-ffering
R-omantic
P-oem
A-s
N-ame
A-nd
R-eader
E-njoy
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Eleanor V. Pañares (July 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I am blessed to return to the words of Eleanor Roosevelt
on days when my spirits need a lift…
‘Yesterday is history’ she reminds me
‘Tomorrow is a mystery
But today…
today will always be a gift’.
E-arly
L-ight
E-merges
A-s
N-ame
O-f
R-ighteous
O-ne
R-ightfully
T-urns
I-nto
A-nother
G-reat
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Eleanor O. Ortiaga (July 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I-nspiring
V-erse
Y-early
E-mploys
L-ovely
E-xpression
A-s
N-ame
O-f
R-eader
C-reates
O-ne
R-ighteous
P-oem
U-sing
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Ivy Eleanor A. Corpuz (November 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I-t's
V-ividness
Y-ou
E-xpect
L-etting
E-ffulgence
A-nd
N-atural
O-pen
R-adiance
C-ome
O-nce
R-ays
P-leasantly
U-se
Z-enith
Topic: Birthday of Ivy Eleanor A. Corpuz (November 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
creased mind uncared blank
ashen visage dumped unclaimed…
dry tears laid subsoil
September 5, 2019
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Reference song : Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles
Here lies Eleanor McKenzie Wedgewood
Passed as an elderly genteel virgin should
Never meeting her desired mate,
A sadly regrettable fate
It's said, moreover, she did the best she could.
Written June 12, 2022
I love you ever so
I enjoy you ever more
Love ever so loved effortlessly easy extreme enchanting Elegant enchantress enter enchantress enjoyable elegants
Electric ever so I love you, Eleanor
5/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Eleanor. Who was she?
A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone.
Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity.
An old maid.
One who navigates through the motions of life.
Solace or sorrow who would know?
Sung to the world yet unknown.
There were three little piggies, Mud, Slop and Eleanor
Mud and Slop usually covered in poop while Eleanor was demure
Hanging out with well-to-do piggies
The ones known as the “pretties”
A misnomer for sure, but Eleanor had piggie allure
Eleanor
Will never die
The day she does I will cry
Memories memories a lot
Maybe she should just be a thought
Ice racing, jumping her
All were fun
Now its time to take her out back
And shoot her with a gun
Had great times but she is done
Old Eleanor, you were fun.
Old Eleanor, you were the one
Form:
She masquerades by candle light
hope unparaded
triumphs
Lady Eleanor will you dream tonight
waiting for the stone gargoyles
by the wayside
by someones achilles heel
you are the slayer
akin to something sinister
you walk to the tower
where you can see enlarge
your designs
by the misty morning
Eleanor instinctively knows the language of the great mathematicians
The other women consider her peculiar
She does no needlework
Pines after no man
Her daddy trains her to follow his profession.
She becomes a highly-trained, impressive engineer
Born in the wrong century to be employed,
she starts her own company
I love every hair upon your head
Although you've hardly any left Fred
Oh, those silver strands
I stroked with my hands
Are appearing all over the bed.
I’m peeved that you complain Eleanor
I am hearing from you when you snore
And you talk in sleep
To a guy named Pete
But admit I award it a Cor!
A cat called Eleanor
ponders from a pillow
in a bay window,
the lives of the willow and songbird.
The willow is a short-lived tree
which spends a lifetime
weeping about it
while shorter-lived songbirds
roost in the droopy boughs
cheerfully celebrating another day.
The easy climb could
make for a tasty snack.
06/08/15
Today’s blessing is inspired by Eleanor H. Porter
A novelist I find enlightening and wise
And every now and then I like to stop and wish
we all would see the world through Mrs. Porter’s eyes.
It’s not that when we seek out the good in the world
to all the bad we are blind…
It’s just…when we’re hunting for the good things
we sort of forget the other kind.
Theodora and Eleanor were two different sisters.
Eleanor sat in the window with her face uncovered.
She was giggling, which brought our attention to her.
Theodora was hiding around the corner, covering her face.
“I am going to flirt with the one up front,” I told my friend.
“I saw her first,” he told me.
No one wants a shy hide-your-face kind of woman.
Least of all two pirates out for a lark.
Charlton Heston and Eleanor Parker are in a bad situation.
Legions of army ants will attack their plantation.
These creatures cause many square miles of devastation.
The insects will devour everything in sight.
Charlton and Eleanor will take a stand and fight.
Do you wonder how this predicament will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1954 film "The Naked Jungle"
"The future belongs to those who believe in the
beauty of their dreams." _ Eleanor Roosevelt
I dream at night
intricate tapestries of beauty,
and fantastical landscapes captivating.
I take a journey to the future,
transported beyond my present reality
with visions of what this world could me.
I take a magical escape,
for I believe that my dreams give me hope.
The women screamed when a man peeked into the room.
The seasoned nurse said pardon you! To the groom.
Is my wife in here? He asked, with his face in the door.
I will be there in a minute, said his wife, name Eleanor.
The other women were glad for her, but did not like to see
A peeking Tom even if it was her husband, Mr. McFee.
This was a women’s dormitory, no men allowed.
Even one little man seemed to feel a bit like a crowd.
I peeked in the room where FDR
And Churchill made a deal –
The chairs and table where they sat
Made history so real.
I stood in the room where JFK
And Eleanor did meet.
Discussions there allowed him
To successfully compete.
Lin-Manual Miranda,
In his most successful play,
Described what I experienced
In Hyde Park yesterday.
It’s special being in the room
Where history occurred
But as to what went down there,
We have only someone’s word.
We have lived
In the best of times
Where music was clean
And poetry rhymes.
Where a girl could walk
The streets all alone
Without the safety
Of a 911 phone.
Where decency led
And civility was the rule
No one suffered
The acts of the fool.
When it was okay
To let out a howl
At the precision proficiency
Of Frank Sinatra and Eleanor Powell.
Sad that such things
Now bring on a yawn.
Such times of enjoyment
So innocent and gone.
by E. Marshall Evans