Short Emma Poems
Short Emma Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Emma by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Emma by length and keyword.
Mrs Emma Peel
Undercover operative with true sex appeal.
Partnered with fellow Avenger John Steed
She helped battle villains perpetrating evil deeds.
Sarah Janet, Emma Jane!
Fun's Extra Special, Love God's Made!
Whom All His Power, Light Time's Score!
Is The Love That, Your Names
... Stir!
Small red shoes,
and a vivid bow,
match the fire,
in this girl i know,
her spirit sings,
and erases all gloom,
when little miss emma,
enters the room.
Dearest Emma
my soul sister and closest friend
My love is eternal, It has no end
You are as gentle as a rose petals caress
Know my heart will always be your address.
Emma's a gift
Folded box
Red tight ribbon
Bow big talks
Filled with tissue
Packed to strap
Pulled releasing
Boinged for gap
Quatrain poem by Trevor McLeod
A rift in faith can be a big sorrow.
A helpful hand you need to borrow.
He can save you from this dilemma.
Your faith will be restore again Emma.
The social circle is a big sorrow.
Could not find a better friend
With life's ups and downs to spend.
Love, advice and help to lend
Friendship you extend.
Written by:
Emma Mantle
For contest:
"MAGNET MARVEL"
9th place
Beautiful woman Emma Watson
Harry Potter fans love her a ton
She play’s a witch, with spells she may resort
To save our lives against the evil Voldemort
Russell Sivey
Here's my Clerihew! I hope you enjoyed it!
Emma, where are you, where did you go
You were sitting here by my side
Then suddenly, you were gone
We never had a chance
To sing one more song
You left to soon
Without a
Goodbye
Why?
E mma lights the hearth's fire
M y heart's warming flame
M y child who lights the room
A h my Emma pours the tea!
Emma means strenght....
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
Contest: Emma
Strictly fictional
Eyebrows Emma's steering wheel
Emma to be rush
Tward the roadway met for love
That her leering crush
To a bumper road for be
Pushed into a side
What between her sexy eyes
you'd not bolt - collide
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Staring into her eyes, I see peace.
I seek her joy by all means
like my favorite food- rice.
She is beautiful
She is awesomeful
Her name is Emma
My Savior's namesake- Emma
Little wonder I like her
Christ's glory shining on her
Her Name Is Emma.
Rocking through the night,wizened cheeks so dear.
Cupping my face in her hands.
Beautiful grandma.
Loving her filled up my lonely childhood.
Emma made the stars shine bright.
Her love was immense.
for "Emma " contest
My grandma's name really was Emma ...
Ethereally, breathtakingly beautiful
Miniscule your faults no compare
Maddeningly, temperamentally playful
Athletically challenging flair
Essentially charismatic though guileless
Monumental in your achieved goal
Motherly manifestations you bless
A spiritually progressive soul.
She's a blue-eyed little girl
With a charming dimpled smile;
She has long, black, bouncy curls,
And a voice that's high in style.
Emma- the name that says it all:
Kind and gentle, honest, joyful,
Witty, gabby, true, and playful.
Emma- she isn't very tall,
But Emma is the girl that has it all.
There's a crazy girl named Emma
Who seems to be in a dilemma
Trouble always seeks and finds her
With friends support--they remind her
In a fun and silly way
Mischief likes to come and play
Sticking to her just like glue
Finding a way to step into
More and more insanity
That's how her life's meant to be
From her long, luminous, golden hair
to those blue eyes, a diamond pair.
She was my everything,
my heart and my soul.
We parted ways long ago,
not to see each other anymore.
Love for my sweet Emma,
Who I still adore,
hear my heart still beat for you.
To my darling Emma, my sweetest rose.
February 5th, 2014
EMMA
©January, 2014
Every day she is the same,
Demonstrating beauty worthy of the name.
Mother of three and loving wife,
To them she is committed all of her life.
Motivator to many in all things good,
Loved by all in the neighborhood.
Angelic in appearance, word and deed,
Beautiful role model to all, indeed!
To Emma
Emma, my life is ruined because of you
You're the only one on my mind,
I don't need anyone else, only you
You don't notice me, I don't exist for you
I miss you, I need you,
I'm giving up my life because of you
When I die, please burn a candle for me
It will be nice of you
My soul always will remember you
See Emma swinging on her new swing set.
She calls out “Look at me” so happily.
No worries does she have in her life yet.
See Emma swinging on her new swing set.
Small legs keep pumping. How high can she get?
If only every child so glad could be.
See Emma swinging on her new swing set.
She calls out “Look at me” so happily.
Emma was the name of my best friend
Once long ago in grammar school.
We learned, played and ate together.
Even our lunches we would pool.
When school reopened in the fall,
I looked for her. She wasn't there.
I knew nothing of schools rezoned
Or of adults who didn't care.
Nor how a beloved friendship could
Be sacrificed for common good.
Dear Emma Watson,
Your eyebrows power fuel
Your sense of crocodilyism
a fan like me can joule
For what you are to leader
your whip can be to hip
What thrown into your circumstance
you are Too Big for skip
That I express my love to you
to better bite you'd be
For what you are an open jaw
my hesitation me
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
Electricity and passion,
Dripped from her lips,
Each time she would sing,
With a slow rhythm at her hips.
Her eyes shone bright, and
They held what most didn’t;
A hunger for living, because
She was not finished.
Her laugh filled our hearts,
her smile brought peace.
She was an angel from God,
To guide us along.
In this wicked world,
She kept us strong.
Emma, I would love to be you
How careless you seem with love
Trusting your hands with blind eyes
Guided by only the faith in your heart
If you get a break or suffer a bad fall or two
You keep moving as if nothing bad happened to love
Pain is so frustrated being deterred and always lagging behind
It never seem to get ahead in your heart
Emma, I would love to be you
Emma.
You may be handsome, you may be rich,
You may be clever, all factors which
May mean you have a happy home
And are blessed with the best that the world can bestow.
Your twenty-odd years may have passed with such ease:
No distress to compress, ever vex or displease.
Your match-making skills have succeeded again
And I'm left, at the end, in non-fictional pain.