Short Naturals Poems

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


The True Meaning of Christmas, For Christmas Abecedarian Contest

Ancient birthday 
Christmas Day enjoyed
Frankincense Gold
Humbled in Jesus
Kings largesse myrrh 
Naturals of purity
Question rushed shopaholics
Then understand
Victorious woman xantippe
Your 
Zeal 

3 January 2016


FOUR ELEMENTS



       


     Earth to give
      form...
     Water to give
      spirit...
     Fire to give
      heat...
     air to give
      breath...
In the great crucible
of nature, only
    four essences
    to create life...
    To make
    the universe vibrate...!

Milk and Cookies

Batman had Robin,
Abbott had his Lou,
Harvey had his rabbit,
Just as I have you

Like milk and cookies
Naturals together since times of yore
And our President Bill Clinton
Had his friend Al Gore

Like Peace and War
Tolstoy's famous book
And magazines so alike
Like "Life" had it's "Look"

I walk in nirvana
Unsure if this is true
And you can count on
A love forever for you
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Fish

Just an ugly fish, floundering
Dueling the callous current
The water is polluted
Like my soul, corrupted
Like my thoughts, sickening
Just an ugly fish
Jealous of the fish who are naturals at swimming
Everyone but me makes it look so easy
The sky seems so much bluer
Than this putrid gray water
What if I were meant to fly
Not to swim?
Just an ugly fish
Never fit into any school
The others know I don't belong
Just an ugly fish

Naturals

The elephant packed his trunk ere leaving home with a load and looked down his nose before crossing to see what's on the other side of the road as the tumbler pigeon be it ever-so humble when airborne was compelled to tumble and the spinner dolphin without a care continued to spin while in the air yet not one of them did such antics to amaze amuse or impress man but only and simply... because they can
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Bless the Losers

His luck depends on the roll of the dice.
For most of the night, they are cold as ice.
A twelve, three, or two, crapping out is nothing new.
Seven and eleven naturals are overdue.
Everything is the same in this sleazy joint.
A seven out usually follows the establishment of a point.
His luck is so bad, his situation is so sad.
He has lost just about everything he had.
Money talks in this place, and it says “goodbye”.
Nevertheless, the sucker will be back for another try.
Form: Rhyme

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