Short Emporium Poems

Short Emporium Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Emporium by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Emporium by length and keyword.


Hey Are You Doing Ok

Writing loosens screws      of tightly wound neurosis 
into a plethora filled emporium    of creatively flowing
psychosis
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member spring bloom

Written: May 12, 2025, for contest by: Tania Kitchin ******************* spring arrives shortly brings emporium of blooms~ earth drapes in bright hues
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Night Time In the Sussex Downs

My thoughts are caught on a cattle grid
Tractor tyres rumble over my ideas

The farmer's wife's bosom holds all the secrets
To an emporium of scent and voluptuous spheres

The bell rings for dinner and the daylight dimmers
The cows are a lowing and the z's climb for the clouds

It's night time in the Sussex Downs
Form: Verse

Environmental Concerns

Ponder the old pestles and mortars
used at times in apothecaries,
older drug emporium quarters.

Some of the porous surface was shared
by grinding both mortar and pestle
ending up in medicines prepared.

Do today's microplastics alarm you?
Minute particles endanger us all;
microwavable repercussions? Whew!
Form: Tristich

Premium Member The Terrarium

THE  TERRARIUM
 
           For my tantalizing terrarium
           brought pilea, peperomia and palm,
           selecting  from emporium.
         
           Precious plants are growing faster 
           inside my bottle of water.
           Shining in sheen and lustre.  
          
           Exuberant bottle greenery.
           Me caring being miminy-piminy.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Menagerie of Animals

Slaphappy monkeys swinging from trees to trees
Cartwheeling giraffes heads nodding in the breeze
Burly sea lions chasing sperm whales in the seas
A menagerie of animals dancing as they please

Bushmen collecting emporium honey bees,
Whistling cardinals chasing pretty chickadees,
Creatures playing pinnacle, cards upon their knees
Greedy gorillas wondering if their life’s carefree.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member EMPORIUM

Bodybuilding Crave
Fitness at its best
Proportion put to the test
Weights in uplift
Intensity Count
Flex to pose
Artistic suppose
Muscle must have a feed
Nutrition to proceed
Exercise transforming into condition
Shaping in precision
Muscle will not develop alone
Determination full blown
Results to achieve
Muscle to receive
Before to transformation
Theory of Muscle Evolution
Form: Rhyme

The Import Of Earnest

n Earnest's evocative Emporium there's odds ends a whatnot or two or they can do a brickbat novelty knick-knack bugaboo all nice and bright as a button altho' they're twice as kitsch odd oddments and sodments curious curios contained in a niche as well as folderol and bric-a-brac brought from across the border but the house specialty is really antiques made to order
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Persistence Of Memory

I Finally Get It.

    I'm Incredibly Slow.

It's What You Remember!

No Time But The Past!

Distorted, Melting Into

  Puddles, Soon:

  Well, Personally... Right?

Not The Way I

Remember.

And Some Of Them Are:
 Spiky, Shameless, The
   Emporium Unashamed...

Primal Ambition For
  Future Attendance...
   But NOT!!!

How We See It

Anymore.

I Think.

-Gray Squirrel

07-29-2026

Lady Lam's of the Emporium

The chain of LAM'S
a banner clout.
A house of noodles.
A quaint take-out.

An emperor's block.
A staple foods.
With much respect
their employees broods.

A treasured jewel.
A China girl-
to serve them food-
A tilta-whirl.

This geisha Sally
a fine servant.
Her nimble fingers
a wine fervent.

A blossom smile
to serve her suey.
Her sparkle bright
without a phooey.

A lovely maiden
Sally Trac.
A princess running.
A LAM'S serac.
Form: Quatrain

These Things I Do

The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut.

I dust a beautiful porcelain lady.

My Nikon needs to be taken out of its case
like a coal black memory.

I pick up a quartz crystal,
put it to my eye
don't know why.

I drive out at night
with no aim or destination.

I go to the Oriental grocery emporium.
Cooking into the unknown
is my space travel.

These things I do are tramlines,
These things I do are rituals
for the safe-side of my mind.

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