Short Midas Poems

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


Premium Member Midas Touch

the alchemist turned sand into gold an irreversible transmutation the beach has disappeared he now carries the cross alone and despondent 07-February-2023


Premium Member Brown Midas

He felt so cocksure
his Midas Touch was proctor.
Vegas pulled him down.
Now his Midas touch is brown.
His failure was a shocker.

NB: Inspired by, but not entered in, Edward Ibeh’s This of That, Vol 15 Contest
Form: Tanka

Miss Midas

The bluest of blue
in the eyes of my sweet child;
the most golden gift -
the Midas touch with her life...
the sweet tenderness within.



Not for the "Blue and Gold" contest.

Dedicated to my loving daughter.
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Midas Touch

His neighbor had the Midas touch
    he wanted more than life itself.
Her body: buried in his yard;
    her finger: bronzed and on his shelf.

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for the Greed Poetry Contest
sponsored by Margarita Lillico
written on 06/21/2022
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Touch Owned By Midas

Touch Owned By Midas

There are things that really delight us,
Like Trump having a case of laryngitis;
Heading South;
Down in mouth;
Thinks he has touch owned by Midas.

Jim Horn

Wife is watching article about St. John's.
There is not one single leaf left.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


haiku



                                             

                                                      The Seer's Midas touch
                                                       blessings to his followers
                                                       He remained detached
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Midas

A touch of gold
Watch cheer take hold


A certain stuff
More than enough


A sigh joy makes
In gifted take


A heart moves zest
As ripples fest


A move tells much
With a warm touch


A moment's choice
Flings fragrant poise


A heart of gold
A glimpse unfolds




Leon Enriquez
20 August 2017
Singapore
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Reverse Midas Touch

Such was his damnable gift
Being little more than a curse
Others he wanted to lift
His touch left them so much worse
His mind lacking all insight
Leaving so many disturbed
Utter wrong being his right
He blundered on unperturbed
Freedom his cry for Ukraine
That was the  hope of Putin
All he delivered was pain
Just another Rasputin
Form: Rhyme

Midas

Purple flames>>Violet flames
A voiceless name///The sting of shame...
Echoes through hollow hearts[[[]]]
Of beggars, liars, gypsies & thieves
Seduced by Midas & his touch
How soon does everything turn to rust???
Allured by empty promises of fame & adoration
Never questioning the $ for such a vice,,,
Never stopping to think twice((()))
© Skyy Allen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Midas Touch

Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!

The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!
Form: Rhyme

Reverse Midas Touch

was cursed with 
the reverse 
Midas touch 
got to greedy 
got to complacent
lost focus of 
what was important
took for grained 
what was right in front of me
I just wanted more 
I just wanted it all 
but by taking my 
eye's of the price 
the complete
total opposite
effect  occurred 
causing what i 
desired to slip out 
of my grasp 
turning dreams
turning hopes 
turning relationship
into a 
pile of ****
upon the floor
Form: Lyric

Midas

I was born beneath a bad sign
And no matter how I try 
I’m gonna be a bad man 
Until the day I die 
My nightmares seem to haunt me
They follow me around
I try my best to help, and I
Get beaten to the ground
When I think I’m on the up 
I’m just preparing for a fall
If it wasn’t for the bad luck
I would have no luck at all
Seems like all my good intentions
Turn and kick me in the crotch
Might as well confess, I’ve got
The anti Midas touch
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Midas Conniption

So do you
swallow, adapted 
to aerial feeding,
feel that everywhere,
except in Antarctica,
If you just looked,
above the trees and 
turning your tiny
neck. 
The revolving 
wind, the door
painted chestnut
or old oak,
of all the tweets
you might have
tweeted, do tweet
of course, only 
when you are 
stationary, 
do you through
some kind of. 
dizzy, instinctive.
wild eyed, 
consequence,
As it were,
seem to know?
I the know penguins
seem to.

Peace!
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