Short Fluctuation Poems

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


Premium Member Fluctuation

Just like that, the snow stopped and it's 85 degrees Canada EH!! Describes our weather to a “T” Is "fluctuation" a word Meaning seems blurred Sounds like some naughty talk with a lisp just occurred
Form: Limerick


Premium Member 'emotional Fluctuations'

Lips moving with eyes in observance Just like an out of body occurrence Going through the motions Fluctuation in my emotions Folly gone, the lot back to concurrence
Contest: March Madness 3rd Place
Form: Limerick

Scattering Memories

Translucent thoughts
linger on the breeze.
A sigh’s echo, counted,
trailing beneath the trees.

Images in fluctuation
reliving days gone by.
If only in the memory…
when it’s not feeling shy.

Leaves of change engulfing
the seasons that are spent
Now scattering what is now
and all that was 
the day it went…

© Debra Squyres  
3/17/15

Fluctiation Vanish

In a given day fluctuation chimed 
       drift its space aside of  well-known curve

Surge its ascend as glimpse in twig 
      tail of stars born from ashes sweep

Wipe sparkle in hole maybe illusion in distance
        ascend its glimpse magnet dusty reveal

Loose being state escapes its faithful hood
             crush in pieces vanish in cosmetic

I Learn the Inside

this I'm not the me, the inside
from the kingdom of thought I'm the sense, living sense 

maybe there is a palace of colorful thinking, 
maybe there are many stairway of leaves,
maybe there the environment is peace

I can keep going up and down there 
with the fluctuation of my thinking,
I can learn my inside as well as flourish the outside


-13/11/19 CTG, BD


Timing

Tidal breathing lunar pull ocean
Heaving  monthly passion waves.
Measures of timing in surely repelling  
Slow steady repeating gravity law
Winds of tomorrow and yesterday's keening
Fill canvas dreams as  keels argue sorely
Rippling and driving in moments of yaw
Time tied in tidal moon fluctuation
Swinging and tolling to crash on the shore
As we spend our days
Hoping for more.
Form: Rhyme

THE OLDEST WOMAN

The ancient path
Comes into being
Awareness of one's being
The older days
Comes into a past
Recollection of memories 
The fruitfulness of a soul,

Flexibility of a mind
Leads to discoveries
The upliftment of the sea floor 
Productivity of a seed
Modifies the tradition
The memorandum of a culture 
A mystery of a future,

The ancient ways
Comes into resources 
Fluctuation of ideas
The oldest man
Comes into a present moment 
The seasons of a soul.

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