Short Light Hearted Poems
Short Light Hearted Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Light Hearted by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Light Hearted by length and keyword.
Now, wasn't it sad about Snyder,
The light hearted, fun loving spider?
He got a gnat in his eye,
While pursuing a fly,
And fell into a barrel of cider.
moving in and out of sensations felt
defying lust borne force of gravity
we flow freely, mode embrace and release
breath by breath in light hearted levity
Due to the diligence he did,
he avoided the usual pitfalls
and wrong ways.
Yet to the end of his days
he leaned nothing
of that light-hearted travelling
into the yet unknown.
Limericks are fun on poetry sites
Light-hearted, humorous, a five line delight
Great fun to be sure
Sadness they cure
I may be prolific but I'm still a neophyte
To explain in detail, is to take away,
away from the feelings I wan to convey
My heart is inspired for a short burst of time,
so I must find the words quick, and make them rhyme.
Form:
In a smile it started
In a second it grew
In a minute we were light-hearted
In an hour we knew
In a day we tried
In a week it came true
In a month it died
In that moment, I lost you.
Limericks are popular on some poetry sites
Light-hearted, humorous, a five-line delight
Great fun to be sure
Sadness they cure
I may be prolific but I'm still a neophyte
butterfly
her loveliness
compels
our utter joy
she knows herself well
light hearted
dainty
elegance
joyful
magical
butterfly
preening with pretty
yes
she knows herself well
Expands, rises; to gleam
A bubbly thing.
Which then, breaking apart, does leave
A blob of wet.
Type of life, once had we
Floated off in.
Light hearted, smiley. Til left as
Sadly upset .
Limericks are quite popular on this poetry site
Light-hearted, humorous, a five line delight
Great fun to be sure
Sadness they cure
I may be prolific but I'm still a neophyte
© Jack Ellison 2015
even then,
still feels like
a vacuum there
that does not yet exist
in a light-hearted heart,
but which an occasional
hurt feeling fills, if only
to give it existence,
as space worthy
to just be there,
in her heart
I am a silly caterpillar
Intoxicated
By the fumes of Grace.
Look my way
My wings are blue
I am a light hearted butterfly sailing on the drafts of love.
I am a laughing baby your serious faces
So funny to me
I am an attitude of gratitude
Leaving behind the swords of doubt
Removing uncertainties cloud
Increasing Joy's sound
Let the heart be found
which was once wrapped in the shroud
Let's become stout-hearted
And click a picture with a pout
This is what this year is all about
impromptu
light-hearted,
in vogue:
a genteel
virtue
devoid
of
the vernacular..
..yet
straight-laced,
fastidious
maybe:
the
essentials
of life
in
summoned
semantics
of an
illusory
vacuum
Limerick humorous
Lively and sometimes rude
Lack of person's concern
Lines with a strict rhyme scheme
Laid out AABBA pattern
Length traditionally 10-10-7-7-10
Light-hearted levity
1/26/2022
Write About A Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
late at night
a shepherd
woke his wife
I saw...heard
angels sing
in the sky!
it’s the wine
she mumbled
or UFOs!
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In this case UFOs is 2 syllables
Contest by Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
© 18th December 2018
I danced,
Made happy chatter
And
Like a bird on wing
Nestling her young
I sang a light hearted melody
Thinking I was happy...
Now I am as silent as the dark of night
My feet are molded in clay.
I close my windows to the chirping
Of foolish birds
Cold reality
Stole my heart's song!
Cynthia
The grace he once showed,
Have's gone away,
The smile he had can light up the room,
It's gone forever and a day his light-hearted spirt,
Is now heavy with despair?
He's dying, for someone to notice him,
But he just pretends it's fine
He looks up once agin now,
come on eagle; take me home,
I'm ready to go...
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
I probed her pretense.
Joyfully.
Her face is attractive.
Her passion shines through.
Her elegance and jubilation appeal.
Her eyes, purity, delight.
I need precise fiction.
My poetry will love her.
She thudded.
How should I describe her?
Her face.
O light-hearted,
see your devotion
in the mirror.
As they talked,
Emitting rambling laughter
Of subjects unknown
Silly
Light hearted actions
In forums
Of fun-filled and hearty
Leisurely chuckling
In the middle of the coffee shop
In a town not so unknown
A nonchalant indifference
To ones surroundings
A welcome,
To others in the coffee shop
To join in the mirth.
Creative Christmas Candy Canes
Crunch cinnamon crusts
Chasing and carousing,
Curious cousins with cruising curiosity
Searching for Spend-thrift Santa
Singing Silver Bells,
Sugar Plum Sensitivity
Sashaying and swishing across stage
Lots of lively laughter
Luxurious lighting
Light hearted loveliness
Looking toward next year’s Christmas
Feelings are not for the true
Those who lie do dare to feel?
Speak of feelings?...
Indifference is no shield for feelings
Indifference is - iron
Feelings of hate, from love? -
Ha! lust!
Feelings are for the vacant hearted to take and break because they have none of
their own...
Humour and jest are for the light hearted but yours is full my friend?
Laughter and love
Light hearted yet serious
A touch and a smile
Oops a little wine spilled
A rush and an experience
Here, take a bite
The music all around us
And yet we're alone
Laughter and love
Lighthearted yet serious
We walk hand in hand
A story untold
I'll love you forever
And ever and ever
Time stands still for us and
Oops a little wine spilled
You don’t look much like a strawberry, moon
But you do look like a shortcake in June
Round and gold and waiting for that sweet mess
Of strawberries and syrupy sugar, oh yes
I can sort of see it now, like a summer dream
Of beaches and carnivals, heaped with whipped cream
Now you’re gleaming white and clean as an empty plate
Right in front of whom I sit hungrily and wait.