Short Frontage Poems
Short Frontage Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Frontage by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Frontage by length and keyword.
Backward To Forward
Backward
Bashful, Reversed
Retreating, Inverting, Retiring
Bigot, Rear End; Progress, Frontage
Advancing, Developing, Growing
Cultured, Civilized
Forward
written August 23, 2021...
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Categories:
frontage, word play,
Form:
Diamante
My Persona
My Persona
Today I built myself a Persona,
My Identity has become a façade,
I thought it was time I had one,
Concealment shouldn’t be too hard.
It’s a kind of portico, facia or frontage,
A cover-up or clever disguise.
Smoke screened by veneered pretence,
You won’t see what’s in front of your eyes....
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Categories:
frontage, anti bullying, character, deep, discrimination, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Cracks In the Facade-
Cracks In The Facade-
frontage fronts faces aspects open space
exterior buildings look
there’s cracks in the façade
the face of a building, especially
principal front that looking out
all have minuet cracks here
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...
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Categories:
frontage, america, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Kimo
Katrina Waves
funeral, loss
Katrina Waves
Draws her strength internally
Boasting strong hosed waves ashore
Headed inland she sweeps all asunder
Vanishing in a breath’s count
‘Frontage’ lays flattened now
Waved ‘kaput’!Katrina
Drawing her core strength
Boasting strong hosed waves ashore
Head inland she sweeps all asunder
Vanishing in a breath’s count
‘Frontage’ lays flattened
Waves ‘kaput’!...
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Categories:
frontage, funeral, loss,
Form:
Verse
We Wait the Rain
There seems to be some rain that’s coming, Joan.
The sky is filling wide with gray clouds o’er
our mountains’ massive evergreens that moan
with new wind’s show that I’ll miss evermore.
But I’ll miss sleet and snow yet nevermore.
Can’t say our life was lacking certain gain.
Yes, Joan, rough cabin’s parcel price did soar.
Lot’s frontage lies against the road called Main
that leads to village green, but we now wait the rain....
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Categories:
frontage, rain,
Form:
Rhyme