Short Locomotion Poems
Short Locomotion Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Locomotion by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Locomotion by length and keyword.
How the moon shines the ghost girl, pearl
If the ghostly mirage is under
Today is the day
We came to stay and play
The locomotion sends silver
The delayed train rolled into the train station
A single coach would carry their consternation!
The London underground maze
Hurried into the rat race craze
The engineer forgot the rest of his locomotion!
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Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this really the fruition?
Of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
And say it’s for all of us,
Leaving our children without any leaves,
Is it possible since our birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Form:
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans,
Just for our locomotion,
To enable the money-grabbers,
To gratify their own needs.
They cut down our forests,
Saying it’s just to please,
Leaving our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since our birth?
They’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
A promotion!?!
Love is the top emotion,
That puts all good things in motion.
Let me just make this one simple notion,
That true love is at the heart of the ocean.
That is, tidal locomotion brings no commotion,
Just loving some emotion with simple devotion.
Yield lustful promotions as ones demotion...
Is finding true love with a potion.
Go back to the ocean!
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Poisoned rivers,
Fishless streams,
Is this the fruition of all our dreams?
They drill in our oceans
Just for locomotion
And enable the money-grabbers
To pander their own needs.
They cut down our forests seemingly with ease
And they say it’s for the good of all of us,
But it leaves our children without any leaves.
Is it possible that ever since my birth?
We’ve been wiping the smile,
From the face of the earth?
Locomotion to location,
destination unspoken, unsought.
But you knew,
who knew.
Beneath the opposable
with benefits, a mock assurance.
Finally exposed
beneath a wing.
She is harbinger and harvester,
gnawing, undermining a foundation.
Her self belief
deathly evident.
An induced epiphany
with drip-feed stealth coercion.
Now self aware
to purchase life.
In permanent daylight
he assumes solar nourishment.
No longer frantic.
Form:
RONDO FOREVER
Rondo, you keep me forever
Rolling, rolling, rolling
falling forever Rondo
Falling foever you are
Rondo you are always here
And here you'll always be
Rolling, rolling strolling, such jubilee
Traveling so far away so very, very far away
Far away, far away on a locomotion tracks of emotional trauma
Rondo
Arranged Music by Chip Davis1975,1976©American Gramaphone SESAC
Written Words by James Edward Lee 1975,1976©
getting girls is easy
so is barking dogs down
they just gotta be found
our friends
this ends when the chicken sends
part of me,a mess
i must confess
i do address quite a bit of issues
the thick you crave went under waves of star beams
love larimy
hollywood no good
they understood the hood
trouble could be,usually
the fee is free
so are we
internet poet,jobbing
not really,only getting robbed,and
stolen from
locomotion told 'em some
On a planetoid in our galaxy
lives a being of illumination;
spinning stardust from her palms,
in colored chromatic ecstasy.
Like ribbons flowing from her hands
that whip and whirl in lunar-play;
she crafts rainbows in motion,
electric neon swirling bands.
Brilliant cascade of locomotion
bobbing lights in outer space;
look up to the heavens in wonder
at her bright harmonic ocean.
5-23-2021
ALL YOURS (May 25) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
The chitinous mechanics
of head, thorax, and abdomen,
clicking exoskeletons,
the chirring of dry whispers.
We admire the purposeful
simplicity of the heedless.
Houses crumble as evidence.
Trees rot and give witness.
Caves crawl
with their evidential passing -
they command the locomotion and menu,
of the inevitable.
We who must be consumed,
know that as prey we are not too large,
and so, we lumber on as elephants will,
on their way
to long prepared graveyards.
Next to a flask of a potion
Stands a man of pure emotion
He holds a wand in his right hand
And a carved pumpkin to expand
Candles surround, sure devotion
The man moves like locomotion
Lightning quick for a promotion
Casting spells to take hold the land
Warlock takes aim
Warlock moves just for his motion
If he wants you, you are his sanction
He will pump you full of dark sand
He does have his coven, his band
Evil kills if it takes notion
Warlock takes aim
Russell Sivey