Short High Noon Poems
Short High Noon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about High Noon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about High Noon by length and keyword.
Your mind is loaded
Ready for the high noon date
No backing out now;
A child yells out an advice
Shoot from your heart, not the hip
The sharper the point,
the deeper the wound
The shorter the verse,
—the truth at high-noon
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
The sharper the point,
the deeper the wound
The shorter the verse
—the truth at high-noon
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
hibiscus fashion
luminous fuchsia hue
high noon sentinel
Glimmering, Shimmering And Flaming Sweet
her eyes, shining pools
her kissing lips luscious red
desert at high noon
Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2021
haiku
A Man Named Muldoon
there once was a man named Muldoon
chief of the local dragoon
when out on patrol
he fell in a hole
and hasn't been seen since high noon
There was an old cowboy named Stumpy
Who's laugh sounded just like a donkey
He smelled like a skunk
High noon he'd get drunk
And then with the ladies got frisky
Morning memoriams
Mid day malaise
High noon hypothesis
Sunshine solutions
Half moon hempherics
Evening epitaphs
Nightmare puratory
Dawn desires dead
M. m,.
I bet moonbees sting
And zap when they zing
I'll wager it's true
They love flowers too...
In hot Texas heat
At high-noon we meet
She guns me down cold
With bullets of gold
Gary Cooper cocked his gun
And pointed it at everyone
He aimed to shoot Frank Miller
A cowboy and a would-be killer
Of Amy, Gary Cooper's loved one.
3 May 2022
squirrels quarrelling
a large scurry going nuts
shells land everywhere
A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
PS 5/7/5
02/03/22
blaze in high noon sky
makes the day an inferno…
dawn sun turns fire ball
parched trees soak sun spray
sizzling wind scrapes leaning leaves…
calm shade cools scorched ground
Palindrome Limerick:
High "Noon"
A gun duel set for high "noon"
A noisy crowd gathers round soon
See Dead-"Eye" "level" his gun
Against the quick, evil "Nun"
Then the "pop" gun went, Ka-boom!
WORDS TELL, DAWNING
Each dawn tells
How tale dwells
In a way
New day plays
Be a guest
On sure quest
To the moon
In high noon
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 February 2021
Singapore
A root’n toot’n shoot’n cowboy
could rapidly and quickly annoy
Met a liar named Kim
Who so quickly fooled him
A dead call girl who tried to act coy.
May 2, 2022
Contest: High Noon Poetry
Sponsor: Joseph May
So
soothing,
the moisture;
Cooling my core
I’m in a state of
bright ataraxia;
A barricade for brittle,
fragile skin is now protected;
If only your touch contained aloe,
instead of the high noon rays that fry me.
honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms
faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions
hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
plum hourly humdrum
Once there was a cowboy named Baldwin
who shot off his gun with a big grin
he didn't know why
the photo girl died
he just sadly mistakenly sinned
Saturday, April 30, 2022
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Roy Rogers on Trigger his horse
Was a regular tour de force
He made it his quest
To clean up the West
Then end with a love song of course
2nd May 2022
High Noon poetry contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
Back when sex was dirty
and the water was clean
Two plus two equaled four
and things were what they seemed
Back when men were men
and women would swoon
Each day a new promise
— fulfilled at high noon
(The New Room: August, 2026)
JOURNEY MIND MAP (8/25) — LOST
Cheer calm choice
Prize plain poise
Cast lives lot
Lost in thought
In swift stride
Odd change rides
Gone too soon
Dream’s high noon
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 January 2021
Singapore
That old cattle rustler, called Moron Mick
boasted about his thefts near Sheriff Nick
A noon shootout was planned
Nick had the faster hand
Moron Mick was a boneheaded dipstick
May 6, 2022
High Noon Poetry Contest
Hosted by Joseph May
Bob’s rival growled, “Shoot out—high noon!
You’re gonna be dead very soon.”
Then Bob showed up high
at noon fit to fly
and slurred “Wh-which way’s the saloon?”
May 4, 2022
entered in Joseph May's High Noon Poetry Contest
Hey there! Howdy, me ol' mate, my pal!
I'm out, lookin' to get me a gal.
With my giant lasso
I'll impress her, whoo hoo!
An' boy I sure do hope she's called Val!
Written 30th April 2022
For the High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
A town marshal at high noon, a sinner,
Sat alone for a spaghetti dinner.
Gang of outlaws' rode to town,
Marshal, they want to gun down.
Bullets don't bicker, wind up a winner.
5/1/2022
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May