Short Months Poems

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


Premium Member Cheesy Fries Hot

Cheesy fries hot
Cheesy fries cold
Some like them hot
Some like them cold
Cheesy fries in the fridge
Nine months old


Premium Member Indian Summer

breaking out t-shirts
in November of all months...
unbelievable



Date written: 11/22/2020
Form: Haiku

Old Age

Cherry Blossoms Bloom
Turns green in a few months 
Withers to orange
As the leaves fall to earth
As I too wither with it
Form: Tanka

Being Without You

Being without you was sad, its true
those few months were so, so blue
Being without you, 
is something i definitely cant do
Form:

Poetry

When there months
courage necessary
writing poetry
fill in the gaps of the night
to enlightenment ...




feride  serin
Form: Lyric


Gone

my mind grows weary
as the months become dreary
as you drift away from me
your hand falls from mine
why did you leave me be?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Six Months Time

Spring and Fall join hands
squeezing sadness from our hearts
     green and threadbare leaves

                    11/11/2021
Form: Senryu

Mountains, Valleys, and Streams

seasons

Mountains Valleys and Streams
Haiku
 
Wintertime is cold
Claims sponsorship over all
Wildlife starves for months!
Form: Haiku

Pretty

Hey my pretty, 
candy cream on coffee, 
feed me sweet.
Hey my beauty,
heal me please,
six months going,
nothing but leaving.

Rain Uk

no rain here for months
bright blue skies and warm sunshine 
rain floods now abound

RAIN' Contest Info
Sponsor	Kim Rodrigues
Form: Haiku

Society's Words

Their words are used as weapons 
Shot from the mouth
To my head
...It has left me injured for months

~Society 

//4-11-17//

Premium Member Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

seasonal clock-work
has early and late comers
wintering cold days
in summer, hot days in spring
inserting as breaks and spells
Form: Tanka

Child In the East

Dreaming sex,
4 months pregnant,
A child in the east,
Fire in the west,
Who can I tell it to but you,
Someone tell me what to do.
Form:

Pregnancy

Wait for nine months
Then work so hard in labor
There's your cute baby.











written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
Form: Senryu

Premium Member winter months

working in the cold 
has no effect on body 
when it's thirty four



*Working in a warehouse that's 34° every day 365 days a year.
Form: Haiku

Innocence Lost

Her innocence lost,
Shattered and shamed, scared alone.
Picked up the pieces;
She waited for the sentence.
Forty-eight months, not enough!
Form: Tanka

Limerick In My Pocket

In the following months to come
Want to lose the weight off my bum
Will go to the gym
Will try to think thin
But to toffees I will succumb
Form: Limerick

Died In Its Bottle

Died in its bottle
Took in all that it could
For weeks
Months maybe
Drooping and dark
Once bright and beautiful
Returned to its roots
Form:

Premium Member Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall

it's half past summer
and the best is yet to come...
warm temps...then cooler
in August through September
the harvest beckons and stirs
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Credit Her, Predator

Love me Once, and Twice again,

Summer Months, from Mice to Men!

Summer Boar, on Figs they Dine,

Now they Soar, from Pigs to Swine!
Form: Rhyme

Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall


the peak passes by,
warm sun lowers its angle,
long shadows appear,
coolness creeps into the night,
as strong sense of change begins.
Form: Tanka

Silent Talk

For months we have not
let the cat out of the bag
Eyes talk indirectly 
Eyes read
Eyes right.
Have I told you that I go crazy sometimes?

Breaking News

El Chapo!
one minute he's free and then, zappo!
all their forces the State funnel
but give him a few months and he'll build another tunnel.
Form: Clerihew

Marriage Isn'T Funny

You
know the
honeymoon is
definitely over, when
YOU ARE SO FUNNY in the
first few months, has changed into
YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS FUNNY
Form: Shape

Premium Member St Eve, a Lovers Limerick

There once was guy named Steve
He swam in a pool with Eve
With a frisky smile
He undressed her with guile
In nine months she was to conceive
Form: Limerick

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