Short Go Over Poems
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its in the big city
its very dity
its something new
for me to
no a plane
if you have a aim
lwon't see the ball
go over the wall
here is the name
TAKE THE TRAIN
TO THE GAME
Take a minute or two
go over your day
Then tell someone you saw
how he eased your way
Two minutes well-spent
is this little review
It helps us feel good
renews our faith too
I like listening to myself
I like to follow my intuations
I like unplanned, surprise date
I like not to go over
I like doing silly things sometimes
I like being weak and strong
I like to be just me
I like to say thanks
I like to thank myself, too.
My love for you won't end with time
You're more than just a Valentine
My heart wants you to be all mine
You're more than just a Valentine
My longing eases when I rhyme
You're more than just a Valentine
My dreams sometimes go over lines
You're much more than a Valentine
I can see on your lips
you have clumps of earth
from rubbish golfers
and the fact you celebrate dawn
as a thing that happens by design
only adds to your concoction
just go over and tell them
what you think of their ineptness
so we can leave and find other
reasons for your lips
It drips all over,
dense, smelly and fetid,
it pours out from my each pore,
neither can I see it physically,
nor can you see it along,
it smears on my body parts,
and has the origin in my soul,
it makes me run,
and often go over board,
do you know what it is,
nothing but human greed.
“Life” I scolded, the other day
For
Her insistence on repeating the same lessons
Innumerable times.
“If you had learned the first time around, no
need would have been there for me to go over
them again!” She, austerely, replied.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 July 2015
I don’t want to go down that road again
Remembering the whos hows what why and when
Each time it is the same
To go over it is such a drain
Will there ever again be a time
Just to sit and the rest be mine
And what will be the final word
A memory that demands to be heard.
© Paul Warren Poetry
O viola,
go over the grapes
and find an ageless green.
It is difficult
to be born
again, undoing death.
You swoon
at the continuity
of crossroads –
with blue flags
in your bowl.
A rosette,
without a winner.
A birthday gift
for all the failures.
At seventy five
you walk over a prairie
to find a shade.
Satish Verma
in hind sight
now when i sit down and
go over the
past in my mind
i have come to realize
that i never truly
loved you
i have also discovered
that i was never happy
with you ever because you
had this way of
making me fell bad about
myself from the very start
i am glad you decided to leave
good riddance to bad rubbish
Chasing down youth so prime
For all my life and worth
Old age started riding time
From slapping GO, at birth
So brave when young, I had no fear
Sure, took a look around
Never believing death was near
And aging made no sound
Well, here I go over the hill
Ran as fast as I should
yet time does not ever stand still
As if We….ever could.
Life is a mess,
This I have come to know.
Never really knowing which way to go.
Is it about happiness, fear or love?
Should we be selfish or go over and above?
Which way is right and which way is wrong?
The path to the answer is unpredictable and long.
Once you get there only then will you know.
If the seeds of regret is what you did sow...
Your walk brings a crisis
reaching a river awfully wide
can't jump this you say
wish I'd taken that ride
Too late for that now
must find faith to lift
myself to the other side
glad it's not a cliff
Well let's go for it
first before jump must pray
Jesus did walk on water
but I'm made of clay
Up you go over water
film froze oh you rotter!
I used to do it all
But it was never enough
I’d go over and above
I’d do better than my best
And still it wasn’t up to par
Now I barely do enough
And guess what~
I’m in no worse predicament
It still isn’t enough
But at least I know why
Yes it still sucks
But finally
I’m ok with it
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on February 13, 2020
“Run the mower,” said Dad, “on the lawn.”
It’s a ‘sit-down’ ; Fred would not get on;
kept it pressed down for gas;
let it go over grass -
then it went down the streets! Where’s it gone?
Next he lay in the hammock all day.
In the pool he would not even play.
“Where’s my mower?” Dad said.
Lazy Fred scratched his head.
“you said run it. It’s now run away!”
June 13, 2020
You are in control
Will you lead, follow or go over protocol
The life we live
One must always strive
Finding your ambition and drive
And the blessings will arrive
Let me tell you the truth
In life nothing will ever be Smooth
I’ve been through a lot I’m living Proof
You will have regulations
Difficult trials and tribulations
You must learn to stay strong through all situations
Lets start over
Lets move on
It can be anywhere
As long as we're gone
We can go over seas
With our toes in the sand
We can go to the next state
Just take my hand
Take a plane or a boat
Take a car or a bus
Our family might disagree
We can be happy just being us
I'll take care of you
You'll take care of me
Lets star over; lets move on
We will be happy, wait and see
Perhaps it is weary.
In the mental hourglass.
I rummage through my recollections.
Along the back wall of the speakeasy.
when the public voice has spoken
Perceptions.
Grace from a bird's-eye view.
love's twisted rails
Smell stolen.
We slipped down the rainbow's edge.
Above my eyes, I have grey stripes.
Grey slits go over my eyeballs.
Written: April 14, 2022
My frailty was a huge weight,
A burden I was unable to support.
But I mustered the strength to go on.
and they make my weakness into a strength.
My uncertainties and worries acted as a wall,
A wall I couldn't go over.
But I mustered the courage to press on.
And make my weakness the wake of my strength.
My battles were like a storm,
I couldn't control the temperature.
But I discovered the will.
Some of My Horn Sayings
Rules should always be as sophisticated
as those people who are breaking them.
Treat people as if they have no brains
and they will react accordingly.
Even though he was always endowed;
Was also modest and had head bowed.
Is going to end up being big mess,
So we should also always care less.
I can always add to this if I happen
to go over ten again.
Jim Horn
Form:
I can't beleive it when i saw your face,
You seemed so beautiful made me feel like a disgrace,
All i want to do is go over and talk to you,
But i stutter and mutter and i dont know what to do,
Maybe we can go out and tlak and have a drink,
I really want to know whats on your and what you think,
Your the type girl thats never on demand,
And theres nothing mor that i want you to do is hold my hand.
Form:
I arose early with
the sound of Public radio(which I left on all night)
in my ears
got dressed
tried to
started to shave
but none of my razors were any good
Called car service
to get to work
I told him
to take me over to barber school
so I could
take a shave
$7 - a young Spanish woman gave me
a trim and a razor shave
with the towels!!
I was ready to go over and teach ESL!
WALKING ALONE,
TRAFFIC PASSING ME BYE;
PICK UP MY PACE,
HEAD LIGHTS BLINDING MY EYES;
QUICKEN MY STEPS,
HORNS HUNKING AT ME;
STOP AT THE STOP LIGHT,
A CROWDS UP THE STREET;
DANCING AND SINGING,
HAVING BIG FUN;
SHOULD I KEEP WALKING,
OR SHOULD I JUST RUN;
WALK RIGHT PASS THE CROWD,
STRAIGHT INTO MY HOUSE;
GET MYSELF TOGETHER,
HURRY BACK OUT;
GO OVER TO THE CROWD,
INTRODUCE MYSELF;
I HAVE MANY A EVENING TO,
WALK BY MYSELF.
go over board
for the lord
dont just float get out of your boat.
the Lord helps us with anything he gives us strength to face any lifes challenges, he hepled
me through my operation and took all my fears away, he showed me how to step out in faith,
I trusted him, and he helped me rigth through, you wil always find strength in Jesus we are
weak but he is strong, we can doo anything in his strength. Amen
The oven's
Too hot
So I keep
My distance
Like you
Do
I tried
Cooking
Once with
Heart's and
Emotions
But they
Turned out
All wrong
Uncooked
And bitter
In our mouths
We tried
To make
It rise
But it fell
Flat
Imperfect suffle
We couldn't
Get to set
The kitchen's
Too empty
I'd go over
To ask for
Some sugar
And maybe
You'd come to
Stay and help
But you're gone
So I guess I've
Got to make this
Work on my own
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