Short Eliot Poems
Short Eliot Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eliot by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eliot by length and keyword.
Homer,Chaucer, Shakespeare, Keats, Eliot
Soyinka, Okigbo, Osundare
Now me, recycling human ideas
Categories:
eliot, history
Form:
Haiku
Missouri's Thomas Sterns Eliot
loved the English life quite a lot*
His style remained American
as a very poetical craftsman
Categories:
eliot, people, poetry,
Form:
Clerihew
Client 9 Governor Spitzer
Was once New York’s ethics blitzer
This VIP flub
At the Emperor Club
Came from an overworked spritzer
Categories:
eliot, funny, political
Form:
Limerick
t s eliot
a poet
of faith
in
transition
to bliss
mirrored
in a
turmoil
of disparate
wordplay
Categories:
eliot, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Eliot's
waste
land
so
empty
now of
flowers
to
while
away
the
hours
Categories:
eliot, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
I'm going to leave this heap
By the side of the road
And hitchhike home.
Categories:
eliot, car, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
T S ELIOT 'HYSTERIA'
c L i
M a T e
c
H a
N g E
g L o
B a L
w A r
M
i N G
Categories:
eliot, poems,
Form:
Shape
Poets have no schools to learn,
But to teach,
He himself a school of poems,
That I learned,
Shakespeare to Eliot,teachers,
But A Iqbal,mine,
Iqbal means fame, a theme like his name!
Categories:
eliot, education, poets,
Form:
Blank verse
What tune do politicians excrete
Upon their plank to please?
Manana !
What response do husbands bleat
From a chair,at ease ?
Manana !
Categories:
eliot, funny, husband, political
Form:
Epigram
The
rainstorm
overnight
burst the shallow
dyke-
the
raging
river in
overflowing
flood
streamed
forth long
weeds plaited
now beneath the
spate.
Image inspired by an image from the writing of George Eliot
Categories:
eliot, nature, people,
Form:
Imagism
George Eliot, an important English Victorian Era writer,
born Mary Ann Evans, she must have been quite the fighter.
Supporting abolitionists and loving whomever she wanted,
“Marion” went against the norms, seemingly undaunted!
Categories:
eliot, woman, write,
Form:
Clerihew
What chorus do bankers use
when paper profits they prepare ?
BONUS !
What word would a poet choose
of his peers,plaudits declare ?
BONUS !
Categories:
eliot, business, on writing and words
Form:
Epigram
I'm sure they thought ee cummings was insane
like t.s. eliot and so many before
i write for the people
a story evermore,
i write for the people
i write story of redemption
steering us away from insane
horror
i write for the people.
Categories:
eliot, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Hangovers are a back-tax on fun.
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot:
"Can last night just belong to last night?”
I’m not thinking about sins and penance
or making any bound-for-failure resolutions.
I’m giving myself a mental health break.
Categories:
eliot, humor, school, teen, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
An eddy of dry leaves,
Dancing in the wind
The dance of death,
Moves to mulch.
I've seen this falling,
Mr. Eliot, and would say
September is the cruelest month,
Making supper for Spring
Out of lives that must give way
To future appetites.
Categories:
eliot, sad,
Form:
Free verse
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.” T.S. Eliot, poet (1888-1965)
Copied / Not My work..I saw this and I liked it..
Categories:
eliot, writing,
Form:
Monoku
Some with words,swear so free
so lightly from their lip will trip
JESUS!
He who in mind's eye I see
and with this word I worship
JESUS !
Inspited by Acts 2:26 and 30
Categories:
eliot, people
Form:
Epigram
you&I
in half deserted streets
lets go,then
linger awhile
time
to wonder
I dare say
there
is
time
shall we begin
you&me
it will worthwhile
to walk
upon the beach
in the sea
blown back
by waves
do you agree
Tribute to TS Eliot
Categories:
eliot, poetry, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
...keep our metaphysics warm
( From : Whispers of Immortality/T.S.Eliot)
Keep our metaphysics warm
in dorm sheet our handmaiden
work like monsters bazooka
Slit our conscience and alas
masturbation is a metaphor
Hammer and chain God is lost
Only interpretation, function
of power not even truth, fly.
Categories:
eliot, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Past dweller healed by time
Second hand ticked, curse expunged
A fellow, awaits on twelve
As arrived, nightmare has fallen
“Only through time, time is conquered”
-T. S. Eliot-
Categories:
eliot, inspiration, life, metaphor, time,
Form:
I do not know?
I must confess
I'm more than a little envious of Mozart
A tad jealous of Beethoven
Obsessed with Shakespeare
And enthralled by Eliot,
And like the phases of the moon
Changing in their season
Time and the mood may vary
But true greatness remains.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2021.
5/8/21
Categories:
eliot, appreciation, literature, music,
Form:
Free verse
Prufrock’s Symbolic World
Metaphors-Extraordinaire
Thomas Stearns Eliot
Metaphysical consciousness
Aura of aging and decay.
Streams of consciousness forever
Proto-disillusionment
The mermaids singing each to each
The mermaids will not sing today.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
(January 14, 2015) (Double Dactyl)
Categories:
eliot, allegory, imagery, introspection, metaphor, poetry, poets, symbolism,
Form:
Double Dactyl
a tribute ekphrasis on T S Eliot Gerontion
deliberations
overheard
in a decayed house
by
an
old
man
with his thoughts
in
a
darkened
room
whispering
observations
upon
the past
interim
conclusions
honestly
expressed
from
a
sleepy
corner
of
memory
Categories:
eliot, spoken word, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Much serious thought should be given
to the naming of them,
for would we call a Byzantine Emperor
Tiddles, Blackie or Patches,
would we name an Egyptian Pharaoh,
Ginger, Tiger, Tom, or Peanut?
Cat’s are royalty, no less noble
than the Great Charlemagne -
and they know it,
thus it is most essential
that we get the little buggers neutered.
~~~~~~~~~
a nod to T.S. Eliot
Categories:
eliot, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Each is the difficult sentence,
its essence unfolding
into the intangible...
second by second,
wisp by wisp,
to glean the question..
wherefore simmers
our common wreck?
is it lit ablaze,
like the final pyre,
or let drift
like the Viking dead,
to know our fire,
to know our fire...
to reach a common end..
does Eliot bloom now
in his final bed?
perhaps posterity will know..
Categories:
eliot, mystery, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse