Short Gyration Poems

Short Gyration Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gyration by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gyration by length and keyword.


Premium Member calling a toad a toad

Punctilious conversation
Unknown by this generation
Suggested by eager administration
Hoping to curb dancing gyration
Censorship doesn’t work in our nation
Where felons are revered in Presidential celebration
Form: Rhyme


Feel the Dread.

Creation
slips off firm gyration,
Stark convulsions, wildly fluctuate.

Where fanatic zealots refuse to deviate
when the blare of trumpets finally obviate
any need for recourse for the dead?

Watch the moon, rusting red.
Feel the dread.
Form:

My Summation

I felt I was full of affection
'Till he started enumeration,
His ego inflation
My interpretation,
Had compounded that situation.


He'd better show appreciation
And maybe even some elation
If he wants gyration
Or any sensation,
And Brother, that is my summation.



Copyright © 2006 Jacquelyn Sturge
jay5
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Geo enginineering dot org

Hey.' this about more than a storm in a tea-cup.'
I think it merits, we all give them a look up.'
Dane Wiggington's been digging,  into actions
I find quite un-forgiving, into storm cycle gyration
That  can strike upon Nations.' Visting disaster
Maybe being vigilant now.? Will defend against
A real bad climate here-after.?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Baptised By Holy Spirit

Baptised in an ethereal vibration, in as a transfiguration of my soul, subtle tingling of body cell’s gyration, signalled intent to make my presence feel whole, enabled by slow motion bliss serration, cajoling me to make this game, my life’s goal, so as ordained, with love and light thus ingrained, my soul presence frolics in the void unchained.


Juke Baby By Ron Porter

juke baby,? ?juke?!

head thrown back
sway mama,? ?sway
eyes closed
parted lips
shuffle and slide
shake yo hips
in gyrations rhythmic
vestigial remnants
of another dance
another land
lush? ?and green
and fertile and wild
where women did
shimmy and shake
about the fire
in rhythmic gyration
to welcome 
the hunting men
home once more

Juke baby,? ?juke?!
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Evolution

Evolution is an error extreme
Veiled things imagined, hopelessness in dream.
Observation's skewed interpretation:
Logic, post hoc, blind history appeased
Urges and egos in strange gyration
Tempting faith to suicide. Truth squeezed
Intermittent into darkness blunders
Over gaps and gorges, making thunders
Naked of the flash of light. Thin ice here!
                          ii
Form: Verse

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