Short Luke Poems

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Premium Member Lucky Luke

Today's the day Lucky Luke
trades his hat in for a tuque
not sure his fashion choice and flair
will be a hit with ladies everywhere



AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Form: Clerihew


This Morning Luke Lacked What To Eat

This 
morning 
Luke 
lacked 
what to 
eat.
He only 
do 
chatting 
and 
tweet.
When 
girls 
with 
full  
breast
gave 
facebook 
friend 
'quest.
He said" 
these 
are 
sweeter 
than 
wheat".
Form: Limerick

Cowboy Luke and Horse Thief Pete

A shootout took place on a Texas street Cowboy Luke, the rancher and horse thief, Pete Sun was high overhead Noon, a body lay dead Pete's blood staining the dirt red in the heat May 2, 2022 High Noon Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Form: Limerick

Premium Member From Luke 12:48

*From Luke 12:48 By: Tom 8/8/2019 Haiku When much is given, Of him much will be required, Then ask of him, more. *For unto whomsoever much is given, Of him shall much be required. And unto whom God has committed much, Of him they will ask the more.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Luke

I've your tub of salt
Stood in my kitchen
I hope you haven't 
Gone out with a hot water bottle strapped to your chest
Cuz I love you, you're simply the best

Shall we open the curtains?
Let him in
Triplicate, sin, bin
Eternal life, choose Him, please so that he may see
What we see. Truth, love, free set me


My Luke

In memory of my Chocolate Lab "Jean-Lucca Raffiki Harris". I lost him on Tuesday May 12. He will forever be the best of the best.

      My Luke
Goodbye my big guy
We had a great run
I’ll miss you for forever
The love and the fun
You were my guy, my boy,
           my son
Now go and rest easy
Your work here is done!
Form: Rhyme

Luke

my son aged 7 watches cartoons,
while I watch the world kill itself 
with greed and hate

his tussled black locks don't yet know
the power (the pain) of love and money,
has not tasted the chemistry between men 
and fickle women,

I am dad and she (my love) is mum,
his world now, his Titanic bow, his Fred Astaire
his Red Adaire... an all-in-one show:

Luke Kirby

He was of John the Baptist 
and JHS age,
when he was executed
as they were for faith.

He was Protestant,
before converting to Catholicism,
charged with treason
against the Queen.

Sacraments for him were as in the book,
“The Defense of Seven Sacraments”
by king Henry the VIII,
when king was the defender of faith.

Of opposite ways they went:
the king and Kirby.
True defender of faith,
priest Kirby or the Monarch King?
Form: Verse

Alliteration--Luke and Latoya

Luke Laker locks lengthy lovely letters and lollypops in a
locker lying at lonesome lounge in learning field, linking
lake Lawson to the left of Larry`s law school.Lady Latoya a 
Latina licks Luke Laker`s lollypops , looks into and reads his lovely
letters with levity.Luke Laker loses his cool,lashes and lunges
for Latoya and their lips locked in... a long lasting kiss of life,
just like licking lollypops and lemonade.
Later Luke weds Latoya legitimately in a large littoral land zone.

Luke the Drifter

Is he here?
Can it be?
Straight from Nashville, Tennessee
Luke the Drifter 
or a mortal shape shifter.
Hank come here
is it really you?
your tearful words helped me through.
Did really write all those songs
about Miss Audrey and the man who done her wrong?
You smell like beer
and your trail leaves behind a single tear.
You look grim and reek of fear.
Your skinny face leaves a trace
of weakness.

I suddenly woke up!




Dedicated To Hank Williams
1923-1953
R.I.P.
Form: Rhyme

Luke Chapter One Verse 18 And 19

"How can this be?" the old man said,
As shadows fell on the temple’s light,
His voice was low, his heart was lead—
Would faith grow pale in the nearing night?

But Gabriel, bright with timeless grace,
Stood firm beneath the altar’s flame,
"The Lord has heard you, face to face,
His promise lives, though you feel shame."

Oh, doubt not power that moves unseen,
In darkness still, the seed is sown,
For even now, though skies may lean,
Your heart’s small prayer becomes his own.

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