Short Fifth Poems
Short Fifth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fifth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fifth by length and keyword.
the fifth has fallen
cold, dark and mysterious
as votes are counted
cream pies no longer aiming
free land’s textual silence
January twenty-fifth
silver locks idle talk with
age comes wisdom an old myth
a dance holding firmly fixed walker
1/18/2020
four dimensional space-time
balances on a fulcrum
called our fifth dimension
a 'retreat' while
some four dimensional
knot sorts out
stan sand
A good poem
is like a
trojan horse
invading
your mind
But I do mind
malicious
trojan software
invading my
online poetry
The nation faced such doom and gloom
Men gathered in a basement room
The gunpowder plot
Was brilliant- NOT
And parliament never went boom
Cinco de Mayo, five days into May
Celebrate with margheritas today
Or break open a Fifth
I offer as a gift
Have a fantastica day and shout "Ole'"
Semi-creatively, Ludwig von Bethovan
sat in his music room, sucking his thumb.
Heavens to Murgatroyd! After four symphonies
more could be asked of me? Da Da Da-Dum
Trump Finally Took Fifth
Again, Trump has been taking Fifth;
We know what he said will be with,
When received,
Never believed;
Some story, big lie and another myth.
Jim Horn
as Chairman Fauch Xi smugly took the stand
the giant red panda nervously clapped
his responses were briefer
than was Adam's tiny fig leaf
a 5th of silence can be a snake in the grass.
domination of insecurity
fades into a mist of lust
extra ordinary times
opening hearts
quickening growth
quantum leaping
to fifth dimension
we are cleaning
the wounds of
the last war
Form:
On the fifth floor, and on the narrow staircases,
Porters raised the piano with angry red faces.
"My friends - you seems to like a light music?" -
Somebody asked them. The porters bruised him!
Went to Cape Cod for our 25th anniversary
For our 30th went back and got her, must be wary
That's really not nice
But I did have a choice
So we're back together now and still married
A Fifth Season
The season reigns as host each year.
Foamed fans, friends, food, football is here!
-Entered into “Your Best Rhyming Couplet #3 Poetry Contest
-Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
-Written on: October 13, 2021
Can memory destroy vision,
if the tables turn
Can time surpass insight,
as its distance churns
Can faith supplant reason,
from its place on high
Can love be the fifth season,
—and our final goodbye
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Always
A cold
Wet
Shift
Spring rains to summer
Sweat to fall
Rain to sleet
Snow to spring
Water
Sustenance
An element
But also time
A marker
Nature’s clock
Mine to know
That here comes change
Mist
Hail
Downpours
And drizzles
Giving me a chance to brace
Me and my muse had a fight,
She said I played it too safe.
Our nasty duel lasted all night.
I got so mad; I told her to leave.
She's been gone since October.
I have no tricks up my sleeve.
If you see a lackluster poem,
my muse is missing; blame her.
Alexis Y.
02/21/2021
The Day the Country Died
November 22, 1963
three pm e.s.t
fifth grade
pa speaker clicks on
“today, at one pm c.s.t
President Kennedy shot
he is dead”
our young substitute teacher
gasps then starts to cry
we are silent
school is dismissed early
buses home, no one speaks
our country has changed
Their feet are not petite. They are huge.
No hiding or sneaking. No subterfuge.
Fifth graders' feet are as big as boats.
Where is the drink me anecdote?
Clown shoes for them might be too small.
If I had their feet, I would never fall.
Preservatives have bulked them up so big.
Here is be tiny juice, please take a swig.
A-t dawn fifth October,
Y-our day is truly great;
E-arly light of the sun
S-hines gladly on this date.
S-unny day fifth October, brightness is bringing bloom;
A-s the cold chill fades, twilight drifts into the gloom.
B-ad weather has turned
I-nto a better skyway;
L-et your birth give mirth,
O-ctober fifth
G-reat day.
Dimming light
candles flicker
Dry ink
No parchment found
Wonder within thought
Imaged sounds
Tracing
Back in time
A rhyme
Verse appeared
A Contest
With Constance La France
My chance to win Yalto
First
But 5th place is fine
Contest: Writing Challenge-Yalto Form
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date Created: 12/13/2022
D-awn fifth of April
I-s breaking early Wednesday;
N-ight shadows disappear,
A-s the dusk fades away.
A-nother dawn fifth of April
G-ives warmth to your heart;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
Y-our fears and doubts depart.
A-im to feel the breeze that brings a thousand thrill;
N-either mist nor fog remains, dawn fifth of April.
F-riday morn fifth of May
L-ets the new dawn break;
O-bliterating the dusk,
R-eady to let your eyes
A-wake.
M-ay fifth Friday morn
O-pens the day with light;
P-ouring rain disappears,
E-vading the sun so bright.
R-ise of the beacon begins, bringing crimson, not gray;
A-dieu to the Thursday twilight, Friday morn fifth of May.
spring awakens
i pay the price
seeds blossom
i till soil
helping people carry groceries
i bear the weight of life
as every day
people live and die
a love song fills the air
but somewhere someone cries
distant figures of birds
silhouette sky
idle sky
ocean or void
yet passing clouds
shape imagination
the passing sun casts light
and shadows
Not Spring,not late but dark
The Hunter´s Moon is stolen,
Moths take to the woods,
as sparks.
And if I could form the night
And wonder at the polar stars
In my palm, the feel of wind
would be clay.
Trees are trapped in the half light
Unblessed and unconcerned with warmth
The late snow is trapped and full of sleep
as frost.
From steppes remote
luxurious mink coats
Fine leather boots
tailored suits
Fancy shoppes
five-star hotels
Back of splashy nightclubs
exclusive brothels
Rolls-Royces
and Bentleys
S-t-r-e-t-c-h ... L-i-m-o-u-s-i-n-e-s
cafes serving the finest cuisine
Wide-eyed with wonder
passersby gape
Dreams of Fifth Avenue
from tottering fire escapes