Short Fare Poems
Short Fare Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fare by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fare by length and keyword.
Edge of wharf diner courting saline tastebuds,
Halyard rope bell hop with a catch,
Grandee gourmet glutton wolfs marinated cod
there are
merciless
words that shatter joy
falling with tears of farewell
as sorrow’s wayward ghosts come fleetingly home
as you become of age
and life began to fade
you must be aware
the some to care
i tell you
cards red and blue
you pay
HALF FARE
Geese and Turkeys had good reason
To deplore the festive season
Since the farmer didn’t bluff
When he promised them good stuff
no free rides
tho you might have guild
the law not on your side
here or world wide
bus train or plane
be aware
you
PAY YOUR FARE
A Thanksgiving turkey fowl
Pentecost pancakes
Harvest jacket potatoes
A Holiday sundae
Fruitless Christmas cake
Easter egg
Praise!
i got caught in this town
no friends around
honey
i ran out of money
this i like to share
noone seen to care
had to get my
BUS FARE
Roast turkey with all trimmings
Cauliflower cheese
Goose fat roasted potatoes
Crisp pigs in blankets
Cranberry Jelly
Candles lit
Serve!
The man wouldn’t pay his fare
So, the driver gave him a scare
He stopped the bus fast
Tossed him out on his ass
Walked twenty miles just on a dare
WHAT’S FARE IN THE SOUTH
Everything Southern
fried — pickles, bacon
green tomatoes and
chicken — with cornbread,
biscuits and gravy.
...and so forth
y’all!
7/14/2018
The scent of earth after
a rainstorm
rests weightless in the
air swirling shiver around
my heart.
Kicking up leaves that
stick to my shoes
holding to.
Breathing the scent
of clean, pure
truth.
Quatrain #486:
FARE
Free will works best with clever tact,
Aim to love quest with mindful acts;
Reach with sure zest your clear being,
Enjoy fond fest where beauty facts.
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Leon Enriquez
12 July 2016
Singapore
Quatrain #816:
FARE
Feel flavours flow as change greets air,
Art in clear show moves grand affairs;
Reach poise that knows a mellow charm;
Etch touch you grow in affluent flair.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 February 2018
Singapore
If all the clocks would stay their time
If earth refused to spin
If all the stars declined to shine
If memories grow thin
I won’t forget our last goodbyes
Those words I heard you tell
I will not undo
The love we knew
So I’ll bid you fare-thee-well
Let's Be Fare
Roller coaster ride
Two for a holler, no change
Paid the fare and blew our love
Donned red eyes instead
Up and down emotions, roughed
Can we be one and pay change?
connie pachecho
8/14/17
Inspired by reading the entries to
Oh how I miss you - Poetry Contest
. for public domain
My thoughts scattered,
my soul leaned toward
running on a Roman sword.
The enemy,
a futile life,
recoiled from this soldier's knife.
"Come live this way,"
the beckoned plea.
(Live less than you are, they mean.)
Oblivion
awaits us all.
I'll own my end, not the less.
"nothing lasts forever"
not the day
or the night,
or your love-
but it's not true.
The past remains
as the present descends,
nothing to stay forever
but there all the same.
And when we fear it creeps to quick
we see loss
in place of passed,
whereas to have known is always knowing.
A fortune beyond value.
Once a promising cruise
has become a curse
fare thee well
to a land I will never meet
as I become one with the ocean
my bones shall lie at the bottom
of its endless graveyard
taking my freedom for a new life
and my family name with it
all things must end
yet the tragic history
of the Titanic
will live on
The interval of sunshine gleams
When terms of the day blush longer
As radiant heat fashions fun
For us to swim, run, hike and play
Campfires at night, breakfast at dawn
Picnics on lawns while children dance
Goodbye sun friend, see you again
September 7, 2019
Farewell Summer Poetry Contest
Sponsored: 'Nette Onclaud
The taxi driver’s English was from Spain, or Portugal, or Greece, a hard life
He drove me all over town, telling about his family, or his cat, or his cold.
When the fare was too high, he shrugged, and blamed the traffic, or the moon, or his wife
But when I did not tip him, he was fluent in American, and I had my fortune told.
just a little too tired today
i've been waiting so long that there's
an ache that just won't go away
clutching still at my teddy bears
too tired to cry
or say goodbye
just a little too sad today
one place less in musical chairs
"i lost a friend" it's all i say
it burns too much, endless dares
too sad to try,
or even lie
The way to cook up a good Limerick
Is to add the right words, then simmer it
But if it begets raunch
That’s unfit for your paunch
Then I wouldn’t touch it for dinner, ick!
-and for dessert-
My gal loves to make Limerick-sicles
On very hot days to be whimsical
But the more we licked
The hotter it git
And often it’d even get critical.
C R Forrester 'BILL of FARE'
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|| STARTER ||
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|| MAINS ||
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|| SWEET ||
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|| 20$ || \\
|| SPECIAL || \\
|| 12-2pm || \\
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My dearest love Amy,
Why didn’t you tell me you’d leave?
You sentenced my heart,
And denied it reprieve.
Now I sit here alone sifting sands of dead times,
The ocean a witness to the hurts of your crime.
Its depths would hold me…for how long I don’t know,
But one shan’t die here,
No, I really must go.
Far, far away from the haunt of this beach,
I’ll wash away the memories with a bottle of bleach.
Crackles of snow in midlit-air.
This Wrangell fare!
Aflame, the Alaskan forest
of calm and rest.
Salmonberry sparks, deep yellow —
knobbly, mellow.
Raspberry red and mute orange —
berry-torrent.
Tasting its sweet, perfume of life.
Backwoods — no strife.
Cool crunch of footprints at midnight.
Late Spring so bright.
5/28/2019