Short Lettered Poems
Short Lettered Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lettered by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lettered by length and keyword.
In the darkness it lurks,
In the shadows it creeps.
In my nightmares I see it
And it terrifies me.
When will it leave me?
I don't want it near.
It's a four-lettered battle
We all know as fear.
Divorce not an option,
vows to remain
The altar enmired,
betrothal reclaimed
Children all lettered,
their offspring to spin
My nuptials enduring
—faithful within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
a girl stood
by the highway ramp
a hand lettered sign
to the traffic
she had tied the dog
to the yield sign
with rope
HELP
said the sign
I NEED TO FEED THE DOG
I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MYSELF
*true story
Form:
My DNA lettered
My bloodstream in verse
My feelings in couplets
My last goes to first
My breathing in prose
My expression in rhyme
My horizons unwritten
My soul there to shine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Unspoken words,
impatient inside,
celled in the heart in hesitation,
to be lettered or messaged
from the mind.
Courage will be the communication
where fear is the wall.
"Sorry to disturb you....."
gives a start to a long
release of thoughts.
Pontificating
words
of insignificance
and drought
Writing about
those things
no one
ever cares about
Eulogizing
abandoned
corners
where the lettered never go
A prisoner
of redundance
in a wasteland
— ill disposed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Hopes and wishes step aside,
as new words cut in to dance
Painting the floor red
in lettered steps of eternity
Partners now consonant
a song of celebration
Whose lyrics waltz inward
—in patterns of remembrance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
sitting here
at the keyboard,
lettered blue notes
flow with rhythmic melodies
inking bars of varied clefts
of poetic pitch
rising from
B flat decrescendos
to C sharp crescendos—
peaking trilling lights of truth
from a major second:
gifted by the most high first
The music stepped aside,
as the words cut in to dance
Painting the floor red
in lettered steps of eternity
To a song now consonant
in verses of celebration
Thoughts and feelings remarry
—in patterns of remembrance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Curtsied respects
Nod's politeness
With the dressiness and dapper hat
That served them well
As ripped apart
As flung aside
Of lettered pride
Heart's own formal
Hailing displays.
Words, behind, hid. Themselves tender wrapped
In a pansy's
Ached ' think of me'
Urged sentiment.
Lost to time's scent!
so rigid at times,
makes me empty at times
all I say why not then
but she cuts west and south
I attention her daily
mighty is her flaming warmth
sweet in its hotness
a red lettered season!
that rewinds her smooth tunes
In my palace she dwells
even when am lost in paradise...
she calls me son still!
“Past moments segmented euphoric,
notebook in the back of my jeans”
It used to be a pocketed feeling,
today it’s the air that I breathe
They used to visit when I would invite them,
now they’re my shadow unseen
Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,
to inspire, enthrall—and redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
He got down from the train with baggage
Walked out through a dirty soiled passage
His attention was captured
By a bold lettered Placard;
‘KEEP THE TOWN CLEAN’ atop piles of garbage!
June.3.2022
A Funny Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Nine syllables each in lines 1, 2 and 5
Seven syllables in lines 3 and 4
shadows reek of turpentine
scarlet-lettered trespass sign
fences dangle off the hinge
matted cobwebs festive fringe
spiders dance on abused toys
murderous crows' ghastly noise
unseen faces give you pause
rebel souls without a cause
unfriendly lot, wise be warned
you now living, the unmourned
leave us ghosts to haunt in peace
that your mind retains its lease
61 Chevy Impala S S
Black sleek loaded with chrome
Parked at quick shop that morning
Not far from my home
The only extraneous decor than
that described above
A bumper sticker of Sylvester the
Cat sending everyone his love
It really popped with his
bright red nose saw it and had to laugh
Block lettered in the blackest type
reading thusly.... Kith My Ath
Ask the listless and forlorn
Where are you going?
They seek redemption
And crawl to find it
On their bellies passing through
The three shores of hell they cross
Horrors and aberrance they see
Struggling for salvation
Pass through the archways of gods
They are hollow
Search the lettered wisdom of man
The book of lies indeed
Pity and scorn,
We kill our saviors
But redemption we seek
If I could trade my pen for flutes,
the ink would disappear
whose harmony no page beholds,
a rhapsody so clear
If I could trade my thoughts for sound,
an orchestra of one
my heart would fly inside my voice,
the searching all but done
If I could trade my words for notes,
and lettered verse for scores
celestial choirs would sing on high
—in tribute to my Lord
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
She lives her love day by day
with all that is feminine,
a touch,kiss or knowing look,
concern,red-lettered in her book;
Particular to detail
self-sacrifice a routine,
as she walks the extra mile,
ever ready with a smile;
The days news eager to hear,
her wise counsel,stills a fear
open arms brings her love near,
her warmth drys a child's tear.
Patience to give herself,time and again
soft and beautiful and feminine.
They appear innocent enough
Those symbol sounds that every child
Memorizes before they know
What they mean or what they’re used for.
(A)(B) (C) (D) (E) (F) gee! What
A rhythmic, sonorous singsong;
But when their lettered chemistry
Is formulated into words
The combined sounds begin
A metamorphic change
Like the lovely word butterfly.
When it’s clearly spoken out loud
It conjures an image as real
As a butterfly on the wing.
She lives her love day by day
with all that is feminine
a touch,kiss or knowing look
concern,red-lettered in her book
Particular to detail
self-sacrifice a routine
as she walks the extra mile
ever ready with a smile
The days news eager to hear
her wise counsel,stills a fear
open arms brings her love near
her warmth dries a child's tear
Patience to give herself,time and again
soft and beautiful and feminine.
| Year Posted 2010
A four lettered word love it is
But do we know it's true essence
It's a pious feeling which breaks all the fence
The love a Mom has is immense
The way she nurtures us in her womb
The smile she gives us in our gloom
She makes our life cheerful and steady
She is our personal iron lady
The best creation of God, sure she is
Her blessings are like infinite rays
She kisses our boobos, she braids our hair
We love you Mamma every single day...
She lives her love day by day
with all that is feminine,
a touch,kiss or knowing look,
concern,red-lettered in her book;
Particular to detail
self-sacrifice a routine,
as she walks the extra mile,
ever ready with a smile;
The days news eager to hear,
her wise counsel,stills a fear
open arms brings her love near,
her warmth dries a child's tear.
Patience to give herself,time and again
soft and beautiful and feminine.
| Year Posted 2010
You live your love day by day
with all that is feminine,
a touch,kiss or knowing look,
concern,red-lettered in your book;
Particular to detail
self-sacrifice a routine,
as you walk the extra mile,
ever ready with a smile;
The days news eager to hear,
your wise counsel,stills a fear
open arms your love brings near,
your warmth dries the childish tear.
Patience to give of yourself,time and again
so soft so beautiful your hearts's refrain
Who names these medications
The commercials always tout?
Since one is weirder than the next,
I’d like to find that out.
Xeljanz and Trulicity,
Cosentyx and Tremfya
Join with manufacturers
Who might Abilify ya.
I picture people in a room
With lettered cubes who toss ‘em
To see which combinations stick,
Deciding some are awesome.
To me, they sound ridiculous
No matter what they’re used for
And viewers, seeing names like these,
Could never be confused more.
re-post inspired by Brenda's contest
She lived her love day by day
with all that is so feminine,
a touch, kiss or knowing look,
concern, red-lettered in her book;
Particular to detail self-sacrifice
a routine,as she walked the extra mile,
ever ready with a smile;The days
news eager to hear,her wise counsel,
stilled a fear as open arms her love brought
near,a warmth to dry a child's tear
ready to give herself,time and again
so soft and beautiful and feminine