Short Girders Poems
Short Girders Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Girders by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Girders by length and keyword.
Skyfall
Big massive piling machine hammers thumps huge steel
iron girders into evil rancid ground. Tree spiralling behemoth rams
dead tree stumps into bare earth to hold up falling cracked sky.
Without them we’d be crushed dead. Empty heavy sky forces on me, us.
Categories:
girders, fantasy, imagery, imagination, metaphor,
Form:
Blank verse
Wolves howl at the moon shining over the ridge
Golden light glancing off the silver steel girders,
Slithers of squiggly speckles ripple in the stream
After the trotline is suspended between buoys
The night fishermen play five-card stud poker,
And swap tall tales about their youthful follies.
written October 31, 2021
Categories:
girders, fishing, night,
Form:
Free verse
Walking way out on the lake
atop a cement-block pier
Waves lap at its sturdy girders
fish swim up to the surface, so near
Tiny specks below the horizon
boats sail near a shore far away
The water looks cold and foreboding
diminished light at the end of the day
Fresh winds spring up, the sun dials down
my jacket's pulled tight next my frame
A sliver of a pale moon rises
Will tomorrow be just the same
Categories:
girders, fish, light, water, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Desertion
the wind whispers “lonely”
at the roller coaster pier
where happy screams of delight fright
still haunt the atmosphere
the rust moans “empty”
on a deserted Ferris Wheel
where lovers sought the height of night
now only girders squeal
the sky speaks in thunder
above the amusement park
a place where children’s laughs of glee
echo in cold and dark
10/30/17
The Sounds of the Past
Eve Roper, Sponsor
Categories:
girders, absence, loneliness,
Form:
Quatrain
Force that turns glass shards to mists
and causes girders to bend and twist
flesh and bone cannot resist
nor mortal word can console this
pushed to the brink
with blotted ink
the buttons pressed
have secret links
to battles pitched
it might seem rich
for ribbon bars
as spirits lift
the bodies stiff
a cheek to kiss
for some they dare
not lift the lid
an endless list
of souls to miss
we ask the question,
‘is it just this?’
Categories:
girders, death, humanity, war,
Form:
Rhyme