Short Moto Poems
Short Moto Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moto by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moto by length and keyword.
No Photo's Allowed On This Site?
I went looking for my little black moto when I discovered
I can't post a photo.
Every site says upload here, except this one, it's so weird!...
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Categories:
moto, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Life Bubbles.
Life Bubbles
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
"Always do your best and let success spring effervescently."
Written for Brian Strand's Moto contest....
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Categories:
moto, life, on work and working, philosophy
Form:
Monoku
Channachara
Jibon ta ajj maskhabri khatar moto
Khoti gulo khorchar moti ahat dea jaya
Ar sukh ta kono ak share bazer er moto
Manuser chahida gulo takar dore kena becha jaya...
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Categories:
moto, 11th grade, 1st grade, bangla, break up,
Form:
I do not know?
Good Hands
you can show
me bikini
you can show
me naked
but when i see
you wearing
your moto helmet
and with glasses
i start dressing
in layers to ask
would you like
to play
stripe
poker...
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Categories:
moto, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
Optimist Moto
If there ever be a saddened face,
a floating toast, an empty vase,
continue...
If the ceiling door collapses,
a fountain dries, a page erases
marvel...
and breathe the elixir of continuous life....
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Categories:
moto, happiness, life, peace, people,
Form:
I do not know?
Cantilever
There is a vortex in every locomotive
that is at once inert and in moto perpetuo
Beneath that vortex lies a feeling, a veritable
epicenter of grief from which springs the only
real compliment to sentient life and to which
our species has attached the name of suffering....
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Categories:
moto, angst, introspection, life
Form:
Prose Poetry
No Professionals Politicians
All learned to do practices no Doctors,no Engineers,no Lawyers and no Accountants if they aren’t practicing.Knowledge and practicing the learned subjects make some one a professional.Politicians aren’t professionals because they do only practice that also not the learned subjects but something else with unknown Moto and mysterious objects....
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Categories:
moto, political,
Form:
Free verse
Love Memory Alchemy
The alchemy of loving you
it's a strong chemistry,
unbreakable bonds,
active thing, always alive...
Cultivation of you, petals of longing
extract dissipated essences
my moto-continuous
my goodness...
Every day I write fresh formulas,
novel ways to remember you...
My pain, my regret, everything
transcends... I never stopped
loving you... !...
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Categories:
moto, adventure, allegory, allusion, extended metaphor, love, memory,
Form:
Light Verse
Not For the Contest
watching head
line breaking
news in quasi
belief
in another
part of the same
world same time
my Muse
rides her
moto home not
knowing of news
of Paris
and in another
time one of
memory my
son and i
climbing to the
highest steeple
looking down
on the Seine
and back now
to the headline
breaking news
seemingly
trying
to
explain
the insane...
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Categories:
moto, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
A mountain's perspective
Always reaching, always stretching is the moto I was
born with
Basking in the sun's warm daily embrace is my walk.
Darkness doesn't cause me fear because the twinkle
of the stars above gives me. hope.
I never go hungry or or suffer want because my roots
go deep into the earth.
Contest: Are you a mouse or a mountain poetry contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri...
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Categories:
moto, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
Impromptu
Ofelio
lives in a box
in a basement
in a house
in a city
in Colombia
not knowing
he's a turtle
never
seeing another
other
turtle
head hidden
in his shell
selling
himself off
as if
sleeping
but he's
peeking
at a moto
trying to find
how to climb
like the gato
once seated
on the seat
he turns the key
now moving faster
then his feet
he dreamily drives
out
of Cali...
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Categories:
moto, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
Moto Guzzi Outside the Tate
Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the night the organ’s treble
ring the changes speedy devil
stills God’s palate, rest the roar...
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Categories:
moto, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis