Short Layout Poems

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


Lionel Trains Owner

Lionel Trains Owner

Neil Young
Musical influences are far flung.
No doubt that he is way out,
Even touring with a Lionel layout.
Form: Clerihew


Premium Member Tea Time


Laced linen spread on round table
Makes lured layout with bone china
Nice setting for outdoor tea time
Open air surge of aroma
Pure joy of golden elixir

Premium Member The Great Marvel

I find myself
So marveled
At the layout of it all,
By that I mean,
Existence,
That the personified
Ambition
Sits next to me, buckled.
But definitely not driving.
Has ideas, that said.

Premium Member Down From the Trees

A question that has always bothered man Since we first figured out the layout of the land Coming down from the trees Becoming you and me Have us humans ever really had a plan?
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Hue

His fifty sleazy shades he conceals Until his layout plans seal the deals. I wish I knew His greyish hue, I'd run, but too late - I'm over heels.
February 24, 2023
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Nothing Further-Technical Layout

Nothing further can be said. 
No more shall now be spoken

from dispassion's distant bed. 
Nothing further can be said, 

as such deals are, by the dead, 
struck mute. So even broken, 

nothing further can be said. 
No more shall now be spoken.
Form: Triolet

Answering Your Query

When friends hold a conversation,
I drift away not listening...
lured by a strange motivation.  

I don't find humor in laughter,
and while they wisely layout plans,
I show no thrill other than fear.    
 

Entered in Nette oncloud's contest,
" Answer your Query " 
Written on 7/5/2016
Form: Rhyme

Just a Kid With a Railway Set

It's a basic track layout just a circle with you as the central feature in the middle of it. My train does not travel anywhere - why should it? Don't care. Sometime though I imagine you onboard the loco with me, even though that model steam train has been discontinued for many years.

Premium Member Short-Lived Love

You think you’re the best
Your mind is at rest
You love with trust and zest 
Believing that deep down he feels the same.

But now I’m afraid
His love could abate
It looks like it's too late
Already in his dreams he calls her name.  



[I have to point out that this is not the usual tailed rhyme poem,
  it's my own personal layout.]

Premium Member Working Out the Tricky Bits

Puzzle out the tricky bits; kloangs can give you fits: so sick! Here's a form that gets precise, but when it all clicks, the sound is nice!
---------- The Kloang is a Thai form containing 4 line stanzas with the following layout: x x x x a x b x x x x b x a x x x x b x c x x x x a x x x c
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Black Crescent Doom

Red and orange heat of doom
Making a black crescent layout
Having the last thing you hear a shout
A shout calling for help
Or a shout of eaking pain
Searching for a breath of air
For smoke comes from this black crescent doom
Making the lungs you rely on, give out
And give up
You have no more air
No more living
Suffocating by this black crescent doom

Surreal and Daft

A strange collage of images dance on a poster board,
  layout of pictographs, stories that move and shout discord;
some sway left, some stand still, some sway alt right
 while tweet and twitter ping on the scoreboard lights.

Wonder what's going on in old DC
 with democratic and republicans on knees;
today they say this, tomorrow who knows
 will the emperor take off his clothes?
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Mt Seven Stars

The emerald hills and peaks form orderly layout,
The trails of immortals lead on to the top lookout;
Pavilions peep out through the mists and clouds restless,
Pine trees and bamboos there vie gently for greenness.
The crystal dripping water hits on the could ground of the cave deep,
Distant mountains in autumn are under the setting sun’s final sweep.
Lost in the mirage, I really need to know how
To find the way back to mortal world right now.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shredding

Stoic, the mic stand is circumspect 
of all the energy in the room;
Waiting but will not remain unchecked;

Calm throughout the process of load in
now leading this layout of the stage;
Headlining’s a stroke of good fortune;

Crowd awaits the collective player
as that set list is taped to the floor;
High is their hum that hangs in the air;

Limelight’s on as the amp starts smiling 
eager to take them all to the edge;
Breaking that sound barrier shredding.
Form: Rhyme

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