Short Floors Poems

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


Home

Childhood memories
Woven into wooden floors,
Spirits of the home
Awakened by my footsteps
Dance me to the sounds of old
Form: Tanka


Thunder Nights

nights of thunderstorms

         rain-drenched boughs, damp forest floors

                     days of mushroom spores
Form: Haiku

Heap of Soles

Apex of mute dreams,
Rise above abandoned floors:
Pyramid of shoes.


___________________________
Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Lavender Pillows

Pale to light purple Wild blooms carpet natures floors Lavender pillows http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-2.php
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Ascent

a lone button waits softly dust gathering where touch once lived dreaming of floors never reached forgotten ascent
Form: Dodoitsu


Premium Member Ascent

a lone button waits softly dust gathering where touch once lived dreaming of floors never reached forgotten ascent
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Haunting

moon slips behind the eaves old floors breathe ghostlike sighs a shadow stirs the stillness night keeps its whispered truths
Form: Jueju

Duties

carefully folded
she scrubs floors with tattered rags ~
sandalwood smolders

slave to his passions ~ 
beneath her silken sari
burning hatred grows

Premium Member Landline Telephone a Phone Connected To a Line

Pushing down buttons this antique reelect
 Wired in the walls through floors
 landline telephone


4/01/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Form: Kimo

Demolition Job

The flashes of lights
The rhythm of the popping
And the pause before 
The floors start dropping 
Is exactly what happen
To the world trade building.

Poor jack

There once was a dumb builder named jack
who put bricks on a sink in a stack
didn’t do what he aught ta
Now the floors full of water 
A mistake that then got him the sack
© Linda Bolt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Rebirth

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                    canopy ablaze
                             crown fires danced on forest floors
                                     summer nascency





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© Abe Lopez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

It's the Heart

It's not the walls,
It's not the floors.
It's not the windows,
It's not the doors.

It's not the end -
But it's a start...
Because it's not the structure,
It's the heart!
© Heni Stein  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dove Food

Floors for threshing

                                 What sneaks through the colander.

                                 Nutrition for doves!





Written: May 29, 2021
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

That Is How Life Goes

Flaws and scores
Less and more
Foes and pals
Toils and malls
Walls and doors 
Ceilings and floors
Joyrides and loads
Woods and roads
There’s never a pause
That is how life goes
Form: Rhyme

Notitle:0001

I have never written a word.
Even now four floors up
with light veiling
my eyes on the stage.

I mix my blood with the
Choir. It sinks.
Better without luck—
be that minus 
your childhood.

Premium Member Old Pebbles

Listen to poem:
River flows, to and fro, in rhyme,
With pebble murmurs keeping time.

Stone edges knocked and bumped smooth,
by restless, rock-roll dancing,
on time-scarred and weathered floors,
with karaoke.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Bouncing Furball

Thundering paws pound the floors;
back flips off the walls, resounding.

Claws clicking floors as feline ricochets, 
down the hallway and back.

A cat with cabin fever,
after a long winter snooze.
Form: Sijo

Shoe Bop - Kerplop

Cinderella was a starry-eyed lass
Dancing at the ball in shoes made of glass
While bolting for the doors
She encountered waxed floors
And unfortunately fell on her A$$!



For: SKAT*
SHOES contest
Form: Limerick

Dragonfly, 10 Floors Up



"Dragonfly, 10 Floors Up"

I saw a dragonfly today
hovered outside my window
I was a ghost floating 10 floors up

it saw me,
we flew away

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Form: Narrative

Winter Blues

I sit in my chair,
waiting for winter to fail.

I wash my dishes,
hoping to hear summer wrens.

I vacuum my floors,
waiting for crocus to bloom.

I lay down to sleep,
wishing that winter was done.

Those Man Made Skies

Sky dragons,
Mighty attractions,
Builders build,
Workers bleed
Diving floors,
Infinity pools
Imitating paradise?
Posh suites,
Modesty retreats 
Trying to touch the clouds,
Are you immortal kings ?
Form: Imagism

Winter

Winter
Old man winter back again
Dinged fenders, frozen pipes
Frozen toes, stolen breaths
Old man winter laughs again
Wet floors, mismatched gloves
Soaking boots, frozen doors
Old man winter strikes again
© Nick Faber  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Attic

Joys doze between antiques.
Faceless memories soar.
The breeze, through cracked tiles, leaks.
Doors, with their coarse voice, screech.
Filled with footsteps, floors squeak.
Mute musings reach their peaks.
Form: Rhyme

Remembering Grace

I danced with Grace across marble floors
Her whispers still linger "I am yours, take me"
We waltzed on over to the nearest door
A coat room that we sanctioned heavenly
These memories survive, still haunting me

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