Short Names Poems
Short Names Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Names by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Names by length and keyword.
you riddle me this
oh ancient one of spirit
of love, who see me
a name, a label of
sorts to be called by but what
I I don't know it?
everyone has one.they can be old names.they can be different names.they
can be celebrity names.they can be silly names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forget to pay the bills
Your wife calls you ‘genius’
Forget your wedding anniversary
~ She cuts off your p----
I gaze at a forest of willow trees beside the sea,
Presenting to me lovely meanings of love and beauty
In loving a man so deeply that I want him to be with me.
It could be Frog or maybe Stoner,
first one’s Richard last is *****;
Parents play such twisted games,
such unfortunate last names;
Having just one? So much better.
Those beautiful lips I will kiss no more
Through just a few sips, a self-slaughter act
He’s broken his word, a promise we swore
Naive and absurd, were two lovers’ pact
Today I’m thankful for all the names I’m known by
all the names that are special to me….
and
how these names help write the story of my life
its prose
and poetry.
NAMES
grand lies
this world’s sounds
turns us from what’s real
to the conceptual
to the imaginary
“Dead leaves of the eternal truth”
Image 2
Date: 11/06/2022
Naturally particular, normally pedantic, never problematic - pessimism notwithstanding.
Thoughtfully intuitive, interested in thinkers; tactile in time, nuance in tenderness.
code number
code name
user name
password
zeros or oh’s?
capitalized or not?
a curious language
I never thought I would have to learn
And now I am thrown into it full force.
Names all are set to keep them in memory
In names no good and bad nothing to worry
Names all are set to keep them in memory
How do you carry them what keep them in memory
Posey and Shirley two bad men I once knew
Bar room brawlers and stinkers these two
might had made a millionaire
had I told about this pair
Because this was way before boy named Sue
Woodpeckers etch names
Leave their marks on great big world
Wood decays away.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
It’s so quiet out here
In the dark...
When faces
When them faces
Have two names
No name
It’s so quiet out here in the dark
When those two faces have no names . . .
11-4-17
Names
Of that which cannot
Be named..
Forming stories
Arising interpretations
Of that which cannot
Be named..
Amazing that
Names are already
That which cannot
Be named...
J-oyous
A-nniversary
Y-ou
D-elightedly
E-njoy
E-mploys
&
M-arriage
A-crostic
A-nd
N-ames
Topic: Anniversary of Jaydee & Ma'an Escobal (December 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
how their names
haunt her
years gone by
how their names
haunt her
lifetime friends
she was meant to have
how their names
haunt her
had she not turned her back
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I answer to all names.
Lee, Charming, Hey You, Auntie Squeak Cake
I am not particular now
having finally gotten over the identical twin thing
where I did not have a name for the first eighteen years of my life
The Son of God walked upon the earth
He now lives in the highest heavens
True God from true God
He dwells within the human heart
JESUS is his wonderful name
J USTICE, E QUALITY, S ERENITY, U NDERLYING S ERVITUDE
I’ve been called an inequity spotter
(although some will just call me a “rotter”).
Names are biased for sons:
yours and mine — everyone’s.
I propose to make JohnSON — JohnDAUGHTER.
M-use
A-bout
T-he
R-ighteousness
I-s
N-icely
I-mplemented
D-aily
A-s
D-ifferent
N-ames
I-n
E-ach
V-erse
E-mploy
S-weetness
Topic: Birthday of Ma Trinidad Nieves (July 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
ALL THE LEAVES HAD NAMES
after the poems
creaking stanza’s
of beds versed
in her hurt
skinned from bare heart
a shroud lay warm
on the floor
all the…
leaves
had
names
© Kim van Breda—14 August 2015
Once again I write what I think
Include your name, hell that stinks
It should all be read blind
Just imagine the finds
Leave the Judges purely in think
<*>
All contests should be read blind, unless a Workshop named!
it is hilarious to me that crib means home
that bread means money
that John means toilet
that Dick means
Well, you know
But I am not happy about what they have done….
to the name Karen
it’s how I pronounce my name
and it makes me sad.
There's a man going 'round taking names
It might be the name of someone you love
It might be the name of someone you loved
There's a man going 'round taking names
I have wanted to know a name; her name
Not to take it; to whisper it