Short Geographic Poems
Short Geographic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Geographic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Geographic by length and keyword.
Watusis are not genetically modified organisms
neither are pygmies
~ which is the long and short of it
May all of the Saints preserve us!
Harmony offers lip service!
A robot on call
Who can do it all
Is bound to make women nervous!
*Harmony is a robotic sex doll
featured in the September 2020 issue
of National Geographic magazine
RIVER LINE TOURIST
National Geographic frame:
pleasure of plum water lilies,
under potent panama sky.
A dugout canoe rows us through.
Embera with beaded skirt, our rudder.
Caiman perched on edge of Chagris River.
2/25/2017
River Line 8/8/8/8 10/10 Unrhymed
I always knew ladies have more taste than men...
It is a scientific fact per National Geographic magazine!!
The female tongue has more tastebuds than male tongues.:-)
OOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOO
OOOO
OO
is impossible!
I can’t count stripes
when the zebras won’t hold still!
The middle finger of God
is mocking me!
If you run away,
I can’t work
for National Geographic
or learn a damn thing
in this life
of purified conscience,
filtered concepts,
and dirty
magazines
a mouse frolics in the sunny meadow,
'neath the grass slithers a snaky shadow.
a short smothered squeak, a muffled stuggling,
flowers flirt with the breeze with nary an inkling.
a feathery blur plummets from the sky
with razor-sharp talons and a cruel cry,
rips the serpent with its cold, crooked beak,
then flies off to feed its young nestled at the peak !
Hi, the names Goliath Grouper,
A handsome fellow if i say so myself.
Looks like National Geographic got another picture for the shelf.
That day,
My friends and I were trying to avoid the paparazzi,
I wanted to attack; nowadays we have no privacy.
Form:
a mouse frolics in the sunny meadow,
'neath the grass slithers
a snaky shadow.
a short, smothered squeak, a muffled struggling,
flowers flirt with the breeze with
nary an inkling.
a feathery blur plummets from the sky
with razor-sharp talons and
a cruel cry.
rips the serpent with its cold, crooked beak,
then flies off to feed its young
nestled at the peak!
.
Form:
Unleash the kitty
The little boy thought of himself witty
Locked up in his room infront of the screen
Submerged in the screams
A lasting string that will follow him to his teens
Internet tasted like mint, to him
Abundant and innovative, yet aromatic to
His flaming desires
And that national geographic!
Oh my oh my
Exotic women in their little strings
Covering their little things
This is a tale of a world reborn,
Beautiful ways of life to form,
After global warming,
Comes an Ice Age dawning,
Then an aeon of floods,
To wash away our crud,
Geographic cycles, yes,
We're all in an age, I guess,
Who shall survive,
Of species still alive?
An ancient Planet Earth,
Always reborn, a vast girth,
This is a tale of a world reborn,
And beautiful ways of life to form!!!!
Polar bear
Sapped
Dreary
Thin
Visible world falling apart
Real time tragedy
Climate change shackles to fasten him to numbing hunger
Ragged white fir coat growling through its misery
A broken grimness in gutted nature
No ice drift of salvation
Till the last polar bear dies in a smoke chain of complacency
National Geographic special
This too passes into history
Toxic forgetfulness
like a channel flicked
And every screen's back to normal.