Short Maries Poems

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


Premium Member My Choice Choka

stranded on the beach
a wash of sand-orange blue-
brushmarks lost from view

colour gives away
in signature vivid hues-
picturesque and new

Boats at Saintes Maries -Van Gogh
Form: Choka


S U S H I S a I D

SUSHI said salad-tary times
start bleeding tears
sushi fist-cup bloody-maries
Re[sweet]treating all the words
So sushi said;but i have a meal
and raw fish never jump
when i eat it Dead and Cold.

:: ~ ::

Premium Member February Funny Bone

February Funny Bone

I know a young lady so fine
Her good looks almost made me blind
I bought some dark shades
To cut down the glaze
And now that young lady is mine


Curtis Moorman
5 February 2012

For Linda-Maries contest
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Choka Form As An Ekphasis

re-post inspired by Constance constest

stranded on the beach
a wash of sand-orange blue-
brushmarks lost from view

colour gives away
in signature vivid hues-
picturesque and new

Boats at Saintes Maries -Van Gogh
Form: Choka

Premium Member Water, Colours

stranded on the beach
a wash of sand-orange blue-
brushmarks lost from view

colour gives away
in signature vivid hues-
picturesque and new

Boats at Saintes Maries -Van Gogh

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Vincent_van_Gogh_-_Boats_at_Saintes-
Marie_watercolour.jpg
Form: Choka


Through the Mist I See

My hand strokes the Crystal Ball
I peer, as it fills with Mist
Then appears a Mushroom Cloud
I cannot see where

A child alone and crying
on a filthy run down street
A Military Tyrant
as he shakes his fist

A barren field, void of life
parched, the Earth is deeply cracked
But wait! Through the Mist I see
a Rose stands alone.


For Linda-Maries Crystal Ball contest

Copyright 2011 By Rd. Pickett
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member My Favorite

I don't claim to be an epicure
But there's one pasta dish that's sure
To get me to the table fast.
It's macaroni/beef goulash.

I make it with the small sea shells.
My tongue tastes of the little wells
Of tomato sauce that's found therein,
So tasty that it make me grin.

When I am tired and want to crash 
A big bowl of my loved goulash
Will pep me up as it fills my tummy.
I love it because it is so yummy.




For Linda Maries pasta contest.
Form: Rhyme

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