Short Jaunts Poems
Short Jaunts Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Jaunts by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Jaunts by length and keyword.
a burdened charity dost entail
faux generosity habitually inhaled
jaunts, keepsakes left macerated
nothing omitted, personally quantitated
reason sifted through ubiquitously
vehement will yearned zealously
Categories:
jaunts, angst, introspection,
Form:
ABC
Some things in life
Seem natural.
Riding a bike,
Shoes that get scuffed,
Swimming the lake,
Summertime hikes.
So why is it,
Some people run
Laps at the track,
Jaunts through the park,
Expanding lungs,
Pain without fun.
Answer is plain.
The joy of time,
Spent unafraid,
Far from the grind,
No calls to make,
Time all one’s own!
Categories:
jaunts, addiction, america, dedication, inspiration, joy, pain, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Rockstar status known decades ago,
Imagined greatness you alone,
Infused lines to inspire yet unordained,
Dark recesses breathing life unexplained,
A lord born of chance to pursue chosen prose,
Wound about poisonous flesh the desire,
Youth requitted and melancholic haunts,
Playing redemption to political jaunts,
Life bright burning a fever too extreme...
Categories:
jaunts, character, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Winter
Miracle Man
10/22/2024
Soon our trees
will lose their clothes,
Also old Jack frost
will nip our nose.
A strong north wind
will become the norm,
Bringing with it
our first snow storm.
A new white blanket
will be aground,
Drifts like pillows
will also be found.
Roads will be slick
for our Dr. jaunts,
Thoughts of winter
bring back the haunts.
Categories:
jaunts, seasons, winter,
Form:
Lyric
Little shelves in quiet minds
Hold unimagined worlds.
Night-time spurs their playtime jaunts.
By dawn, a tale reshelves.
At times, these tales may reappear
To flirt with daytime ponder.
If thoughts of ponder dare to shift,
A soul may act on a wonder.
And Fortune, guide a happy soul,
Who wears the wonder born
Of ponderings from shelf-life jaunts.
They’re rare as a unicorn.
Categories:
jaunts, dream, imagination, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Three A M
August 15, 2020
By Tom
I have an identity only when I’m awake,
in slumber, i journey as an unknown.
My jaunts sometime end long before daybreak,
when dreams fall prey to the ringing phone.
Melancholy quiescent isn’t draping my morning,
weather is active as the new dawn breaks.
But things can change, absence of warning,
and as the sun rises, all of nature awakes.
Categories:
jaunts, angst, dream, morning, weather,
Form:
Lyric
As the wolves continued to hunt in their pack
There was nothing that they would lack
They found a man who would join the nightly hunt
Raiding the forests in their nightly jaunts
No, fear did they seem to display
Hunting at night and sleeping by day
As each early morning sun would rose
He would find himself in a crouched up pose
It felt like he was living some strange, strange dream
For his clothes were dirty and ripped at the seams
for contest
Categories:
jaunts, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme