Short Motion Picture Poems
Short Motion Picture Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Motion Picture by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Motion Picture by length and keyword.
Your love used to be
A major motion picture
Made in Hollywood
Now it means nothing
It seems that Hollywood failed
In making a star
Theremin first used
ground-breaking motion picture. . .
lots of booze-soaked scenes
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
Once there was a man called periasamy
directed a motion picture “konchamkamy”
fiction, the genre he despise
romance, he loves with kisses
bloody worried of getting certified “adults only”.
****”konchamkamy” means “show little”
How quickly does time pass
once slow-motion frames
as if in pause
with little to no fast forward
now ache the focus in rewinds and hold;
stilled in some interlude surreal
with wonder and awe
of life's motion-picture show,
amazement
at the years gone
now remembered
on the screen of life.
free write #1
an extreme feeling takes over my body when i hear your voice
it befuddles me in a trans
Abrupty it dawns on me that i'm in love
my world begins to spin looking at her unadulterated body
Covered with allegiance
Her beckon signals me to relax and breathe
this fictitous scene is of a motion picture
Free write
Edison
most of us think electric light bulb
it took him 10, 000 recorded tries
that is 9, 999 failures
but he did it.
Edison
did you know he also invented the motion picture camera?
in 1892?
he had such an amazing mind
I have no idea how many failures he had before he got it right.
He was a persistent genius.
Edison
Thick like knuckle sized sheets of LSD
Her hips swung just like the doors of my virginity
With great ease I grew aroused by the rhythm
That produced the beat of evolution
How I imagine gently seizing her hand ever so tight
And holding it for only the universe knows how long
Occasionally I ponder on whether or not she knows
The lovely effect that she has on my bones
One of my favorite movies Is probably a bit obscure They Shoot Horses Don`t They Dancing marathons for the nation`s poor Hours turn to days Round and round we go Stop and your out In this motion picture show Not a western As the title would make you think Watch and be told How far the human spirit can sink
who gets the credit for the lightbulb, Dad?
Dad scoffs, easiest question he has ever had
That is Edison son, Thomas was his first name
Ask me again, and I’ll tell you the same
What about the motion picture camera, who invented it?
Dad is bamboozled now, but determined to not throw a fit.
His wife? He guesses, making his wife smile in her cutest way.
Edison dad! yells the child, who runs out to play.
Rose of my heart.
Happiness to this soul.
Our first encounter,
inexplicable,
Hypnotic,
Like a motion picture instead.
World cannot break us apart
like Bobby and Betty.
Laughter written all over.
Your smile my smile,
your tears my tears,
your joy my joy,
your pain my pain
one heart we became,
one being we became,
My rib.
Indescribable yet personal
and beauteous.
Unfathomable
Distance insignificant
but what was and is.
In just one year ‘Star Wars’ will turn fifty,
yet it wears this inviolable crown.
A motion picture of such high renown,
George Lucas gifted us his galaxy.
I can say with absolute certainty
I’ll be at its opening day downtown.
In just one year
we can see it how it was meant to be.
Han shot first is how it really went down,
no need to discuss the scene’s runaround.
Back on the big screen causing a frenzy
in just one year.
Grain Of Sand – Haiku
wind gathers, fills dune
grain of sand hides, rock covers
desert cries, missing
NOTE: from the author - This poem hopes to become a full length motion picture one day, in Technicolor. It would have a cast of billions of miniscule sand particles but one of the grains went missing. The desert is still weeping dry tears, (a/k/a “Desert tears”) we implore you to return it if you find it. “Every grain of sand is precious.” is our motto. ES
Listen to poem:
Double Feature
David J Walker
Every today
And
Every tonight
10,000 ways to
To capture each in
High gloss
Black & White
All in sequenced order
When touched turned into a
Moving motion picture
Framed in Technicolor
While I take my seat
At the border
Repeating the lines
That were mine
Now printed and cut
The best left on the
Editors floor
And still,
I come back for more
Another double feature
With my name framed
In the lights of the Marque
I smile, a forced smile, while inside am no smiles
I walk, in different beats, while my one walk that I love sits on the curb
I sing, not my kind of tunes, hidding my sincere rhythms somewhere in the dark
I laugh, for the camera, for the motion picture, not from the inside
I dress, new dresses, new accessories, new make-up, different styles, to keep up with the appearance
I got my act right, I do not care anymore, shameless.....hollywood me, should be getting an Oscar.