Short Lloyd Poems

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


Premium Member See No Evil

See No Evil You cannot change any mind, of those that choose to be blind. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other


Premium Member Rabbit

Rabbit In the dark she steps, in the footsteps from before. Silently she eats. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Words enlighten the soul easily

Words enlighten the soul easily. When the heart need not search for their meaning. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Carp

Carp A Carp in the fryer, is worth far more than, all the trout in a lake. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Love

Love Love and friendship is, one soul within two bodies, hearts that beat as one. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Profit

Profit Weather a penny or it is a pound, a profit’s a profit when it is found. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Hero

Hero They carry not a gun or knife. To save us all they serve their life. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Question

Question Better to be a fool for a moment, than one to remain a fool forever. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Pittance

Pittance Nary a pound a penny a pittance not. Many a scoundrel will take what you've got. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member In Life

In Life In childhood you’re playful. In youth you are lustful. In old age you’re feeble. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Shakespearean Slight

Shakespearean Slight Doth have five children father of three, the other two belong to me. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Rose

Rose You don’t pull the petals of a rose to make it bloom. Perfection should never be forced. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Pinata

Pinata If they identify themselves as a pinata. Is it ok for me to beat them with a big stick? By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Bright Lights

Bright Lights Lights within the night. In shapes that raise spirits high. Bring tears to ones eye. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Emagi Lloyd Portrait

Evan Lloyd   'PORTRAIT of a BISHOP'

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Form: Shape

Premium Member Walls

Walls Sometimes we put up walls. Not to keep people out. But just to see who cares, enough to knock them down. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Utopia Dystopia

Utopia Dystopia One man’s Law and order is another man’s oppression. For an imposed utopia is a true dystopia. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Spoken Word

Spoken Word Spoken word is supposed to be heard. For the written word to be heard, the words they must be spoken. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Aim For the Stars

Aim For the Stars Aim for the stars, even if you don’t reach the stars, at least in time, you made it to the Moon or Mars. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Missing

Missing I’m not being nosey, I just want to know where to start looking for your body, when you don’t come home. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison

Premium Member Kitty

Kitty Pet me pet me you know where, upon my back, stroke my hair. If you don’t I’ll give you a stare, pet me pet me you know where. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Irish Proverb

Irish Proverb A long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A good girl and an honest one. A cold pint and another one. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Other

Premium Member Free Energy

Free Energy The wind is free, the machine is not. You ether build, or pay a lot. If you look, and really see. Nothing is, truly free. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Spring

Spring Gone is the cold wind. Now is the time of sunshine. Bringing singing birds. As spawning fish run up stream. Traversing rapids to home. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Dead

Dead Here I sit all a gust, my flesh will rot, my bones to dust. But worry not, for this you see, tis not a ghost, but really me. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Form: Rhyme

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