Short Irene Poems
Short Irene Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Irene by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Irene by length and keyword.
u bring me peace
yes your name means peace
in my time of trouble
i know i can rely on you baby
i love you more than life
and i'd rather share it with you.
whenever she says hello
without bowing
look at me
Not with the eyes,
but with the light of heart
look at me
And I'm soaking
in the joy of life
like that time.
The zephyr winds hess as
Irene and Sandy proceed with vengeance
Halloween Sea witches venturing close to shore
In search of mortal men; revenge on the Eastern shores.
The course of true love never
Quite runs smooth, as the old adage goes: quote
Her long eyelashes
are fetching.
Irene has beautiful eyes,
most donkeys have.
When I call her, she comes,
but not right up to me,
she trots to my side
turns,
facing the same way I am looking.
I am not looking at anything much,
we two are just sharing the moment,
that’s what friends do.
in the absence of all reason
you become my reference
for absolute truth and objectivity
i'd never have known so much joy
and experienced so much love
if i hadn't met you
you are the foundation of my conception of love
i'd melt the snow on the peak of kilimanjaro
and bring the world to an end
just to let you know
how much i do
love you.
Tears and fears of her memory
Looking back at the burning of her life
These walls these halls from glittery
stifling hot in her mind as she looks behind
Free from me
Free from she
She looks at me
With tears in eyes asking why it had to be
laughing smiling, looking at me but
thinking of him, she never had a beauty within
free from me
free from she
Form:
Irene boxed it all up and took it outside.
There were five thousand one hundred and twenty-five boxes.
If you sort one box every day, you will have this sorted in no time.
Irene was a mathematician.
She divided it out.
If she sorted one box a day
It would take her fourteen years to sort it all out.
She went back inside and got a match.
The fire burned for three days
The night light burns,
Flickering candle in a
Jar of clay. Shadows
Become rats running
And then forming a
Circle of dance. I rub
My eyes in dis-belief.
It's gone 12. I should
Be in bed asleep. I am
Not. I am waiting up
For my sister Irene. I
Am tired. I am alone.
I am frightened. I feel
Like crying. Fearful.
I hear a key turn. It's
Irene. I am a child.
I go to sleep. Night!.
For Princess Ann Gilmore
~Across the Pond~
I wish I could meet Princess Ann!
I just know she would like me.
My royal calico fur, my gentleness.
My kind green eyes, she’d see.
I was just resting on Mum’s chair!
Dreaming of shells, England and the sea.
Just once, I prayed just once, dear God.
Please allow me, lovely Princess Ann to see!
~Love, Queen Irene~
3-16-2022
During a natural disaster
The pool is full of laughter
You can feel the raindrops and smell the Chlorine
We were splashing during Irene!
It’s rare to swim during a hurricane
Our pool overflowing with rain
To us this hurricane is just another storm
In the pool we all felt warm.
My brother’s about to jump in
Everybody is ready to swim
And once we’re all done
Having so much fun
We’ll go inside.
written during hurricane irene
This is just a freestyle poem
I really don't have much time
I love to sit and wonder
I crack up every time I rhyme
all you have to do in life
if you want to get ahead
is beat your sister up the stairs
on the way to bed
when you start to take life too seriously
it's not fun to play anymore
everything's so serious
everyone is a bore.
I say we should all freestyle
maybe just for today
we don't know what you're thinking
so what do you have to say?
It was the year of `Spirit in the Sky.’
I kept your picture Irene.
We all thought we would die young.
Your grainy wedding photograph
(cut at the time from a local newspaper),
has emerged again like a yellow submarine.
I imagine your rainbow stockings still flying
from the periscope of that long abandoned vessel.
The sky-spirit is arriving Irene,
seagulls are singing like larks.
I suspect that both our eyes
are turning to diamonds Irene,
shining diamonds.
Samantha Irene
Was a little angel with a golden, round face
Always smiling but never really saying anything
A home seemingly happy
And a future as bright as the sun
But she works for it and sometimes must fail to succeed
In the shadow of the one before her
Her glasses cannot help her vision now
But the one before her can
Thanks to love
She is guarded
And drives places only with the help of another
She is still young, but always aging
Oh, aren’t we all, Samantha Irene?
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