Short Fossil Poems
Short Fossil Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fossil by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fossil by length and keyword.
landslides tumbling stones
rock grinding along fault zones
~ scree of fossil bones
we travel for hours and hours
flogging our fossil-fueled powers
when we get there
we are nowhere
as our taste for the present sours
#1
broken icicle
equatorial fossil
turned now into stone
Brian Johnston
June 20, 2016
Poet's Notes:
Expect more to come! Ha!
come on crude
we're all future fossil fuel
pump me
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A relic or the missing link?
You're like “Plato” they say—Do they think
I'm that colossal
Or a sentient fossil—
A “Play Dough” primordial stink?
Mined and burned fuels that are fossil
Create debacles colossal
Large profits some got
But when nature gets hot
It will make past disasters seem docile
Fossil powered gas coal and crude
Got miners and some roughnecks screwed
With solar and wind
Their fate could be pinned
On working with fuel that's renewed
carbon dioxide
methane
political hot air
Greta alert
David alert
parochial apathy
fossil fuel
Indian blockade
dinosaurs cop out
16 November 2021
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Cerulean above
Fan brushed with fossil, ash, silver and cloud
Zephyr's northwesterly cold
Hemlock seeds and broom sage tassels fly
November surprises
A
pot plant,
this cycad-
now four metres
wide
takes
living
in its stride-
Kew's long-lasting
pride
Encephalartos altensteinii
brought to Kew in 1775 from SA,grows one inch a year.
Cocksure were we that Spring had sprung
Unprepared once again to be stung
by Old Man Winter
fresh back from vacation ~
Fossil Fools we be, reigniting
CO2 home heating stations
Dirty fossil fuel
Extracted from deep earth crust
By men who risked life and limb
Today cursed by many
Gave us this civilization
16 August 2019
Second Edition of Wayra
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Digging the fossil
foot. Satisfied less
I want my old coin.
The early call was
for preacher, who will not
get up by funeral.
Books are ugly.
Will write magnolia.
The yellow waxy monk.
Satish Verma
Apostle Who Was A Fossil
In a sundry ways we had known an apostle,
Who turned out to be a terrible old fossil;
Often off wall;
Name was Paul,
When you told him he would become hostel.
Jim Horn
A hundred years from now, will I be a fossil
Will geologists discover this warm-blooded morsel
Prey for some creature
But larger and squishier
Like a MacDonald's sweet breakfast waffle
I'm a relic, a fossil, a dinosaur,
I have more years behind me than ahead of me for sure,
and that's why I don't tolerate any bull crap anymore.
You've heard it all your life, "Life's Just Too Damned Short!"
with surprise and joy
fossil dodoitsu survive
in poetrysoup
This senryu is to give my respect and gratitude to those who make dodoitsu which
is at an edge of extinction where it's originally from.
The Great Pyramids at Giza are an absolute marvel
We haven't discovered how they managed this colossal
Aliens from afar
With mysterious avatars
The mystery continues, this amazing geological fossil
I found a fossil hiding
near something overgrown,
a historical handprint etched
in a slab of ancient stone.
I trace the imprint idly
and marvel at its design-
the grooves coil and curve around,
and then become entwined.
I’m of the liberal limousine set
Voting for Cortez for POTUS, you bet ~
Wait! She’ll outlaw fossil fuels
And I can't drive or fly mules ~
Is it too late to rescind my vote yet?
Fossil dragonflies with wingspans about two feet,
Imagine seeing that dragon fly on the street !
Three hundred million years old;
Remarkable story to be told!!
Ancient, beautiful, I mystify;
The magnificent...
Dragonfly.
Dictionaries describe “fossil” as a cranky old person
Not flattering but it's bang on, not a very nice version
It doesn't apply to me
I'm as sweet as can be
Fillies flock around till I'm forced to charge a fee
Aloft in once pure blue,
form strings of yellow hue -
pollutant see-o-two.
Man's abuse going on.
Dumping fossil carbon.
More filthy pollution.
Six miles up it is seen.
The sky a crisscross scene
from tax free kerosene.
Burning love
This fossil fuel goes unrecognized
When calculating brain
Mixed with car trouble
Causes croaking spokes to choke
All folks aside
This burning love is molting
Beyond measure
In caverns unpedaled
To preserve
The feelings in silhoutte
The silk fern herringbones the sunlight.
Its prehistoric tendrils fan the morn:
A living fossil to take urgent flight.
It whispers in dark inaudible moan,
Spawning in our rich volcanic earth,
Secrets where our seed was first sown
In fragile perpetuity.