Short Indicator Poems

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


Hungry

I am hungry.
Stomach is noisy.
It is the indicator of hunger.
While corrupter should never;
Never hear to infinity.
Form: Limerick


Fish

The fish that rots
begins in the head
health of fish
its imminent death
tail not the barometer
tail, not the indicator
but the  head that leads

Premium Member Levity

light and lively
ethereal and enthusiastic
valuable variables
intricate indicator of idealism
tantalizing tale of temperance and truth
youth utilizes levity gladly
Form: Acrostic

Ouch Low Battery

Low battery

In the wee hours of the morn
She was torn between two pillows;
  Pure ecstasy escalates;
 A blinking Indicator become
A disruptive behavior: suddenly
 A dishonorable discharge

 ouch! sorry low battery.
Form:

Premium Member Evidence

A painter's presence precedes his palpable painting.
An author is apparent by his text's acquainting.
A builder's being's believed by his building's indicator.
Creation is consistent with an existent Creator.

1/26/2021
Form: Rhyme


Friend

Friend makesLife  Trend,friend sacrifice life,he donates his time even though when he is weary.friend does not makes the life as Fri end.f-fruitgiver,r-rider,i-indicator,e-enthusiasor,n-naughty player,d-dearestcreator.byg.anuthangavel
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member face

look for a smile
can he play poker
frown indicator
each one is unique
staring into eyes

reflects your soul
honest feelings
recognition
first impression

pointed chin
puffy cheeks
soulful eyes

one nose
one mouth

face

The 10 Th Board

Shine on me 
Bless me God 
The board has come!!!!

The paper tore 
Is there any indicator?
99% is flying
Is there any solution? 

My childhood went
My sleepiness went
My happiness went
My everything went 

Bless me God !!!!
Form: ABC

Ash Contest

The past is ash,
Indicator of all that’s dead,
The past is ash,
No longer prone to toxic lash,
Milk and honey now lies ahead,
A bed of roses where she’ll wed,
The past is ash.



By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: ALPHABETS OF RONDELET
Word: Ash
Written: 2-14-12
Form: Verse

To Mum

Thy dream is a clear indicator
Of our bond supreme sweeter

I think we three had past birth due
Now wer are fulfillilng true

May be we were kins then
Intensely related to each other main

Now still that's continued such
We are getting dream much

But I'm proud to be in dream thine
Privilege in toto mine..!!
Form: Couplet

Cuckoo

CUCKOO. Spring indicator, sings on top of berry tree, a woodland birdie, it sun's itself after rain, its feathery touch is soft. P.S:Tanka is a Japanese poem of five lines with syllables-5,7,5,7,7.respectively. Contest:238 any form max of 12 lines. Sponsor:Brian Strand. 17/11/2016.
Form: Tanka

Her Autumn Kimono was Goofed

Coal tar zombie mouth leaks town gas syrup 
Meat hook telegraphy indicator cameras hypnagogic 
Liverwurst elegy beneath the frosting 
Cinderblock reverie churns with mildew

Manus? Grilled cheese sandwich.

Cantonal enchantress, covered blossoms. 
Necropolis euthanized, springtime salad.
Rhinestone rookery smothers loquat

Premium Member Gillian - A Birthday Acrostic

Giant heart, relentless kindness to all she imparts 
Intelligent, bookish, fashion-smart,
Leader, plants her trail with dedicated grace and flair—so you'll follow.
Laughter, as tuneful as the airs of larks or swallows.
Inquisitive, indicator of a legal luminary,
Admirable looks and acuity sounds in sharp commentary.
Neoteric, check the artistry in her stare; note the future at the tip of her fingers.

Gillian!
Form: Acrostic

Why Your Dining Table Is Not Mine

As you know, I am fasting today 
And fasting was never a lighter chore for me 
Craving sugars, coffee mugs, all those, all of these 
Serenity prayer, and I kept myself ongoing. 
 
Every fever has a hype, this one too. 
I just thought that the thermometer was a gift 
a glassed space with mercury indicator 
to remission the degree of expiation 
the world needs. 
 
Though, the world, I thought, is still in the first phase 
phase I construction zone, happening in mind space.

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