Short Hurrying Poems
Short Hurrying Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hurrying by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hurrying by length and keyword.
Dark clouds, purple laced grays
hurrying to the south
blustery winds, chilled and cold like ice,
winter's huff and puff.
crack in gray city sidewalk
tiny flower face looks up
trampled by hurrying feet
beauty clings to life
Lazy, carefree days from long ago…
Haunt me when I am rushed.
Why can’t the world just slow down a little?
It’s almost as if I’m being pushed.
Patience is peace
Hurrying to worry
It’s like waring with the passing time
God is with the one in patience
Another name for God is Harry
Then Harry is with the one in no hurry
Occupies My Mind
Many things in my mind it occupies;
Like cries from all of the Trump lies;
Constantly worrying,
While I am hurrying,
And America sure was not very wise.
Jim Horn
Form:
that simile of a smile
in your knowing eyes
freezes whatever is left
of my confidence.
i feel like a terrified
exclamation point
hurrying off to the tip
of a brave sentence!
The rain when it came
was not unexpected
soft at first
then larger drops
dancing puddles
ignored by hurrying passers by
I stayed to the end
and heard it all
that orchestra of sky
So I rise out of my timid state;
Hurrying my creative slate;
Pondering my missions sake;
Witnessing my season break;
2/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
weird hum in the sea
a floating human-less hump
a humpbacked whale
hungry and hunting
hurrying to hurl krill
hoary humpback heaves with happiness
heads home to retain place
as hermit of the High Seas
Hues of pink, yellow, red
How sweet its nectar flows
Hovering above it
Hummingbirds sweetly sip
Honey bees can't resist
Here comes a butterfly
Hurrying for a taste!
~
2/20/17
Our environment has programmed us not to think things out, the information onslaught has rampaged into our lives, hurrying us to the next task with no time to consider what it is what we are actually accomplishing.
Our environment has programmed us not to think things out. The information onslaught has rampaged into our lives, hurrying us to the next task with no time to consider what it is what we are actually accomplishing.
the night lay draped in foggy mist
ships were blurry over the coast
as sun showed up in the East,
fog shivered in deadly fright.
hurrying to hide somewhere,
fled away in haste.
HABOOB
Harried sands joins forces,
Hurrying towards us,
Heavy with thud of hooves.
Horrified! Seek shelter!
Hampered sun does not shine.
Hope sought in praying hands,
Hapless in the storm’s core.
2/17/2017
Nineteen minutes until the end of the day.
This is Friday so I stare at the clock.
Hoping it will know how important hurrying is.
These nineteen minutes feel like nineteen hours.
Just like last Friday
And the Friday before.
Strolling around town
At prohibited time
Ignoring the church bell sounds
While I see people hurrying
Down the sidewalk
On their way to work
Think maybe I'll find
Pen and paper
And have a coffee somewhere
Or maybe not
Teens Know It All
Miracle Man
4/26/2024
When I was a young lad hurrying to grow,
My intelligence hadn’t yet started to show.
But today I’m alive,
passed eighty-five,
and amazed at things that I didn’t know.
The rest of the second graders saw that Millie was done.
At that age being the last to turn a page in is simply no fun.
So, they all scurried and hurried to turn their pages in.
They got plenty of answers wrong too; this was not a win.
Hurrying steps
Passed by his side
For rolling stones
He stepped aside
He under played himself
Helping others prove themselves
He gave up his roles
Making happy depressed souls
Is he a loser?
Or owns goodness
galore?
I Run; Panting; Rushing to be on time.
My cart's wheel screaming clicketty clack
Hurrying through darkened city streets and alleys.
Gnawing Hunger outweighing my fear of red-eyed rats
as scents of tonight's meal fills the midnight garbage bins.
More Sand Please
By
Tom Wright
A man whose sole existence was from the land,
Found his years were hurrying through his hand.
As he fought aches and pains,
He had constant weight gains,
But prayed daily for his hourglass, more sand.
I moved through bushes
in the morning it was
stepping on grass
hurrying to till my garden
grass cried silently
its tears made me wet
birds jumped tree to tree
none greeted me that morn
as I scattered their beds
and disturbed their sleep
that wet early morning
Icy northwesterly winds whip
Like a buggy whip cracks,
Hurrying the horses along
Dragging winter on its back.
Green leaves battered to the brown earth
Instant early death befalls.
Tender young fruit most likely gone
Spring unsettled appalls.
Unfinished
Some quiet time
no talking
no hurrying
no running
no appointments made for next milions of weeks
just sitting
taking pleasure in sitting
peace and quiet
maybe with ice tea or nice cup of hot coffee
looking at the sea
and some love...
These are the deepest ones.
Suddenly she is there,
her young face in the hurrying crowd.
I spin into a forty year old whirlpool
recall how we were
and how time has tested us both.
There she is
emblazed upon in a strangers form
and I struck high and low,
a moonbeam washed over
the edge of a timeless waterfall.