Short Ladders Poems
Short Ladders Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ladders by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ladders by length and keyword.
Many ladders
prayers
silences
tears
overjoyed
at movement
silences
Tuesdays
battered...
joyful
Tuesday
A serpent disturbed in the grass
Slithered up the hose of a lass
But quick as a flash
It made its last dash
A victim of Isle of Man gas
You are my white dove,
carrying an olive branch to my doorstep.
And I, the black cat
sitting in your path, forcing you to walk under ladders.
grifters and grafters,
hang like bats in the rafters,
feasting on the moths—
they charm while skimming their schemes,
build loophole ladders of graft
Then teachers like ladders,
They let the children climbing up,
Holding ladders in care until finish,
Now teachers like lifts,
They let the children get in and vanish!
Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the sky,
sometimes a broken rung.
I don’t have the holiness of a sparrow,
I'm not put together that simple.
My God is the God of broken Ladders.
It's sobering as Don gets madder and madder
While functioning under duress
That while we created "Shoots And Ladders"
The Persians created Chess
*Persia renamed Iran in 1939
Knock on wood
fingers crossed
don't step on cracks
don't walk under ladders
what kind of messed-up
window cleaner have I got ?.
Elizabeth alexander 16/3/2016
I once knew a man named Aloysius
Hyperbolic as hell, superstitious
He avoided black cats
And ladders without slats
He seemed to me frankly quite judicious
Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the sky,
sometimes a broken rung.
I don’t have the holiness of a sparrow,
I'm not put together that simple.
My God is the God of broken Ladders.
Ivy is a climber
She climbs up on ladders and chairs
Creeps into an empty house
And climbs its creaky stairs
She just loves climbing
And never falls
The best thing she loves to climb
Is up all garden walls
Precious Hours
Spent envying your
perception of 'more'
Spent quelling your
magnificence in the
interest of climbing
ladders designed by
Those who have already
fallen.
Above: Blue Heaven.
Heavens above:
breath in spaces, breadth of wings,
winding spirals. Loved ones leave:
alive with God.
Looking beyond
tall ladders, high stairs,
finding you, my Lord and my God,
beside: Immanuel.
Listen to poem:
Charlie's Full Moon
His enchantress donning afire,
Soon ladders rise feline rescue,
His veil edges deep-held desire,
Deny him naught his owned venue.
2019 October 31
*2nd Place*
Good Luck Halloween
~~Eve Roper
"Sharks and Paddlers"
That one’s like a pilot fish
follows up the ladder and down
snakes and ladders
sharks and paddlers
That one’s like a pilot fish
lost without a body to cling to
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Bright
in the night
ladders of light
pools
for planes in sight
Rumble
and grumble
the roar of the guns
splatter
and cracker
Yes I was young
but the fear of the gun
lobbing from Hayes Common
protecting the Biggin
lives in the memory
Open yourself
to a sound
(the spinning of the planets)/
deafness and darkness
(the pair; duality!)//
multiplied by know'd resolution.
Step you onto surfaces
spinning in outerness
climb ladders of terrest;
the earth has its foot
on man's chest!
Chutes and Ladders, Monopoly
Candyland and Bingo
One-two-three!
Risk and Careers and
How about Charades?
Scrabble and Password
Venerable Word Parades!
The youthful pursuits of
An Innocent Age
Eating Hostess Twinkies
And drinking Kool-Aid!
That smirk
an upturned challenge
or warning
climb – it says
ascend
rung upon rung
to the top
to wonder
of other ladders
other smirks
reflect
on that subtle hint
of warning.
©4/23/2019
The Smile at the Foot of a Ladder Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish sponsor
Bereft of space time, what remains
Save singularity
Love and light divine, free from chains
Tranquil serenity
One without a second
Nothing to be reckoned
Presence by love beckoned
No ladders to climb
Bereft of space time
04-October-2021
Quietus
Ripe red apples
where ladders lean against the trees
Ripe red apples
where rust and green creates a chapel
God's bounty nestles in the leaves
A taste of autumn scents the breeze
Ripe red apples!
...
PD's contest: One Autumn Day
(Form.....Rondolet)
Depression is like a game of Chutes and Ladders.
We climb and climb until our arms and legs are so numb and weak we can barely move. We want to give up but keep moving on. Until eventually we land on a chute falling all the way back to the bottom just to start over again and never quite make it to the finish line.
It was a Christmas of oh! long ago
pine trees were dappled with frozen snow
it was a time when Noels were chimed
alongside ladders of life, still unclimbed
It was a season of pure delightement
without technologies bombardment
a moment of grace a time of quietude
filled with the Spirit of Yuletide's exude.
Don’t step on a sidewalk crack.
Walk away from ladders.
Check your daily calendar
And you’ll know why it matters.
Shrink from black cats and be sure
Your mirrors stay unbroken.
Hold on to your rabbit’s foot
Or other lucky token.
For today’s a day to fear;
It hits us, like a slap.
Beware of Friday the thirteenth
If you believe that crap!
Steal my dreams
Steal my thoughts
Place my crosses
Place my noughts
Throw my dice
If the game be snakes and ladders
Sign my name
Tick whatsoever empty boxes
you fear i missed
Plenty more where that came from
I am only just getting started
The best is still yet to come
To be burried deep in code on tracing paper