Short Hummed Poems

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


Thy Name

Murmurs in the wind
Like those echoes from within
Whispering thy name
Like a song hummed by cherubs
Serenading my lost soul.
Form: Tanka


Heresy

Low praises, my dear
These hollow hymns, I have hummed
Vile verses shouted 

Heretic’s testimonies
Sinful sermons to deaf ears
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Pearls of Wisdom

As she hummed and sang
pearls of wisdom went~forth
from granny’s lip



















02/23/2023
Alexis Y.
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member First Kiss

soft and gentle lips,
                             birds hummed ,bells ring in the air
                                         sweetness still felt.
Form: Haiku

Mystery Forest

Whispers though the trees,
Woodland hymns are hummed aloud:
Secrets of the trees.





_____________________________
For Raul's Solace of Nature Contest
Form: Haiku


Premium Member A Pond's Melody

Listen to poem:
hushed at dusk and dawn
I long to hear the pond's song,
a lullaby melody
hummed on the ripples
that lilts, quivers of shimmers,
across my wet fondled skin
Form: Choka

Premium Member New

New

Come to me
Now my dear
Bride to be


Nothing to fear
Early love balloons 
Year after year

Birth hummed tunes
When we’re free
Our garden blooms.
Form: Other

Premium Member Lazy Snooze Alarm

The sun looked tired this morning
Yawning stretched shadows over silent birds
Teasing nighttimes sleeping flowers
As its lazy snooze alarm hummed idly

©9/11/2023

Talakag Twilight

Early stars 
timidly wink
through leafy boughs,

twinkling 
twilight secrets
only the Beloved knows,

kept, hummed 
by the evening breeze
as it softly blows.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Bench Stench

The Vicar sniffed searching for the culprit
As it rose it overtook the pulpit
Stained glass windows wept
As the brimstone crept
The choir hummed so as not to gulp it

©6/20/2023
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Red Sun

transient in its glazed luster coasting through windsong petals russet sun bathes morning eyes to spark my hummed wish! Contest: Russell Sivey's Red Sun 23 june 2013
Form: Dodoitsu

The Stiffened Streams

The stiffened 
 star strummed streams
of half hummed hopes 
and dismally 
dismantled dreams.
Wistfully washing 
through the 
withering woodlands 
of the worldly 
wandering truth
 to what this
 life really means .

Darkly Teat of Misery

Here I stand
In the arms of a comely apocalypse
Foreseeing my deathly fortune
Reality never served as a good friend

But it was in that moment
When the sun shed her darkly grin
And hummed a song of comfort
In the mass of increasing terror
Form: Verse

You

The marvel of you Curled and soft, Embraced me With unfurled delite... Gently sprung love Is the
 measure of you, Hovering uncrushed atop Fresh morning dew... Behold my loves gift A treasure to see,
 As my spirit hummed Delicious and free.
© K Chapman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Red Baron

Pink and yellow flowers;
Distinguished
And boastful
In their exuberating 
Colours, 

Braced themselves
On tender stalks
Of watery greens,

While Butterflies
Dressed as Red Barons, 
Hovered and hummed
And flapped
Their Scarlet wings 
Feverishly.

Album

Rasping like fleas
In August
the barn roof leaked
The plums hummed full of bees
the sweet nectar captivating

The children's heads nodding like flowers
and Mother couldn't care
Her form shrugging away
Presumably she would leave for home, unlit

The Last Time I Saw You

What a pleasant exchange.
We were happy to see each other.
I can sense you think I still love you.
I wondered when you had become a mind 
reader.
We said good-bye again,
I watched you walk away.
I hummed our favorite song.
It echoed.



Cynthia

Times 2

it started out just me and you
now it's us
x 2

who would have guessed or even knew
that we would do
x 2

heard loves song both hummed along
in tune
x 2

a family who perfectly grew
from me and you
x 2

the best of me the best of you
two
x 2
Form: Rhyme

Hummed Softly

The pretty ones
are always
so pathetic
clinging to looks
imposed upon them
objects of anothers pleasure
empty fulfillment
longing to be seen
inside tenderness
ones inner song
hummed softly
under ones breath
to be heard
by he who hears
the violins cry

Premium Member Beside Me

She was kind
Who hummed beside my bed
Who sanctioned every whim
     of feverish thought
     racing through my head.
She nursed me
Through cringing hours
Grasping every fleeting strength
I was too weak
     to hear her
     speak a prayer
Yet I know that she was always there.

After the Apocalypse, Please Water My Plant

This morning I looked up at the sky 
and it was abruptly rent in twain 
So I casually watered my new bonsai
and cast away all my pointless frets
I sat back in my seat and lit a cigarette
I sang a hymn and hummed its refrain
I felt like a dangling marionette
And all at once, life was simplified
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Thoughts On the Speaking Voice

So,
Speak
Kind words
With soft voice
A harpist playing
Gentle and soporific tones
Like the mother's low lullaby hummed to her baby
Notice how everyone listens attentively to understand what you are saying


Written March 31, 2021
Chosen as an example of Fibonaci on Poetry Soup on March 31, 2021
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member Master Classes - a Kimo In Three Stanzas

Master classes were held in East Sussex
and the Sussex girl played tune
with ease to her master.

She played the grand piano all the day
and the master hummed along,
time barely noticing.

People thought they were having an affair,
as nobody else took part
in the lessons grandly.





9/11/2015
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Kimo

Premium Member -Confectionery Love

They sailed on a sea of lemonade

Guided by the fairy floss clouds above

Sipping sparkling pink bubbles

Celebrating their candy cotton love


They sailed into the liquorice darkness

He hummed his sweetheart a lollipop tune

Eating snowy white chocolates 

Under the glow of the honeycomb moon
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

My Night-Capade

...even my bed sly,
when the night pry.
'shiver not, my bed
It's the day in a dark thread.
See, the cloak won't fit for long,
Just a while before the Gong
Look, it is beautiful
Dreadful, when you start to act a moo'
Only, these are mine to me
...and the 'beautiful', I hummed dreadfully.
In my moment of fears,
Happily, my bed stares.
Form: Rhyme

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