Short Livable Poems

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


Premium Member The Sahara Desert

Can't think of a more inhospitable place The Sahara Desert has such a barren landscape Yet people exist Continue to subsist It boggles the mind how it's a livable space
Form: Limerick


A Few Words On Love and Hate

Maybe its not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate; Quote by: Ozzy Ozbourne Two sides of the same coin one hinders you and has no livable value the other is something you cannot purloin

Premium Member A LIVABLE PRESENT

A LIVABLE PRESENT
apodeitic
  attitudes
of
   conscious 
     obligations 
resolute
lasting
  responsibility
     positively 
       charged
in
simultaneous 
  reflections
    discerned
end-points
of
  subjective 
    reality
in
  future
   perspectives
Form: Verse

Full Yet Still Liveable

Full Yet Still Livable

Can country be full
And yet still be livable
With all of God's will.

Jim Horn

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Makes you wonder how many refugees we can accept
and still not affect the total balance of our economy.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
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Eco-Friends

Please be an eco-friend
To make the earth livable
For the next generations.

Please reduce greenhouse effect
To show our children 
We really do care.

Please don’t go for only money
Love the people as much as you can
So that they love you.

Please think deeply
Whatever I said
Before it’s too late.


Premium Member Livable Sanctuary

Threads of sunbeams resurrecting sleepy whole breaths of existence
  Darkness fragrance afloat casting spells wakening transient death
                 Animating progress of blended livable sanctuary


(C) olive_eloisa
5:33 pm
May 04, 2014

CONTEST: SIJO IN A TEMPLE
SPONSOR: NETTE ON CLAUD
6TH PLACE
Form: Sijo

I'M

I'm a disease uncurable
I've seen the unseable
I've outlived the livable


I've danced with a crippled
I'm the unfortunate events
I'm the prosecutor of the prosecutes

I've lived through hell
I danced with sin
I pronce my words
a little thin

I'm only human 
with enough bagged
with a bottle of jin.
Form: Rhyme

Hands Us

. for public domain

Among the trials and challenges
the Lord of Life hands us,
I find them more livable
in Smith Center, Kansas.

True wealth of a nation,
humble dignity of its people,
down to earth statesmenship,
bowed heads under a steeple.

The center of our nation,
strong heart of our soul,
wisdom rooted in the fields,
the cherry in the bowl.
Form: Rhyme

Fairy Tale

This is no fairy tale
there is no spells
no shoes to take me home
clicking my heels won't be effective.
Hard work may create an livable life
happily ever after is an illusion
one told too many times
Telling tales of dreams
but only is life possible
when lived
discovery of such is only through work
Hard lived
blood, sweat, and tears
is the only reality
Form:

Comfort

There were days where it felt like the air
Was thin and my lungs strained for even an 
Ounce of oxygen
Or the days where the water in the shower 
Singed my skin no matter how cold I turned
The handle
Yet the days to come after I met you,
Turned completely around.
My lungs now flourished with air
And the burn scars on my skin have now 
Diminished
You’ve made my life livable,
And you are my comfort.

ANH

Premium Member Moss-Theme'Atics

from moss to trees...
growth is expansion from...
some point...

some-where in...
a livable time-space zone...
on such as rounded planet earth... 

where no reality is perfect...
and growth is random manifestation...
of branching as fractured spheres and circles...

non forms of perfection fractures are called fractals...
like unto tree branch abstract circular forms...
being that pi doesn't actually exist in reality...

len
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Through Life

The seeds are scattered All over the ground With rain some end deep With the rain some end far The roots start to grow The foundation, the meals and the trips All making of a growth All pruning with a goal The woven branches Raising through the stairs of life Each taking a different route Each reaching a different destination Each with a different skill Their abilities combine Making the flora and fauna a livable treasure

the adventurer

The Adventurer 

The Adventurer 

No, I tell you, Elon Musk, I will not
Go to Mars, it is dry, and has pink nights
and wind-blown days

Settlers will live in caves without 
dogs and cats to make life on Mars
livable without caresses

No, Musk, I refuse to go unless your
assurances the cave living will be
temporary and live will last forever

I have found a planet that is lefty
Where right is left and left is right
with a teddy bear for every child
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

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