Short Neared Poems
Short Neared Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Neared by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Neared by length and keyword.
A skunk wanted to be a cat
Rode a rocket to do just that
As the rocket neared the ground
His coat changed, this he found
He was still a skunk, that’s a fact
Russell Sivey
2022 was the year the flights disappeared
Cancellations mounting as Xmas neared
Hope gave way to despair
For denizens of the air
The year's imprimatur ~ a cross to bear
Times We Have Feared
There are those times that we have feared,
Like growing old and a twilight that neared;
My dismal day;
Forgot to pray,
And in wrong direction have been steered.
Jim Horn
An Entire Desire To Inspire
Each delicate day, what I always do desire,
Is to in each and every second in its entire,
As God neared,
Poem appeared,
And wrote it for you, that God did inspire.
Jim Horn
I could not stop
As the ships neared the shoreline
I could not stop
As the sun lay down its light
I could not stop
As the night shone its stars
And as the day left its hours
I could not stop,
To live
A light shone in the distance,
As it neared my place in the void
I felt its warmth
I saw its smile
I heard its laugh
The light came closer,
It got too hot
Its smile was too wide
Its laugh had other plans.
After being charged,denied everyone feasted,Governor had imprisoned Jesus,King, Laughing
men neared, openly Pilate queried reason,shrouded thorns unveiled vengeance waned,
xenophobes yoking zealots.
phhhhhew.....
Some Worm Who Would Wiggle
Remember when there was a worm,
Who would wiggle when it did squirm;
On path appeared,
As twilight neared;
Afraid and onto branch he held firm.
Jim Horn
For Poetry Revisited's picture of a path.
Feared Death Neared
Thing that I always most feared
Was when my death had neared,
And life would come to an end;
Completed all that I did intend,
Into vacant space disappeared.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I pretend to know of love
when in truth I do not know,
however many times I've
neared the touch of love
so many times one sided
either from me or from her.
And so with these debacles faced
I have begun to stop believing in..
no, I cannot dare say that.
The word I couldn't say to you,
the word I've always feared,
but the larger my feelings grew,
the closer this time neared.
I think of it as the end,
when the sun will meet the sky,
it breaks my heart to do this,
but I have to say...
goodbye.
My love to be once said to me
And she but a maiden from Kent
Nor will I wed or will I bed
So I packed my bags and I went
As twilight neared I ever feared
That my seed would never be sown
Long in my bed and still unwed
So now I'm a man on my own
To some people,
I am a dream.
To others,
A nightmare.
Yet, what is the difference?
A dream cannot be held,
But disappears as it is neared.
A nightmare comes to you,
And will not let you go.
It is strange, however,
That I usually am not the one,
To choose my form.
Holy Waters bit the back of his skin
Naïvely attempting to wash away internal sin
The preacher’s words perpetually stab his inside
Years passed since he’s neared an alter yet the words reside
There’s a skeleton in his closet
Bury it, just bury it
Life goes on and so should you
We've come across scammers,
white elephants,
damsels in distress,
fake online banks,
false prophets....
At one time in our lives we've thought
that we have neared or reached our
breakthrough,
only for reality to sink in painfully,
reminding us of fool's gold....
Date of Entry: 13/11/2016
King of Labangru sent me a gift
My ubiquitous wife was so swift
She neared me and said “Ho”
God bless me!! I quipped “No”
Oh !She got miffed and went to shoplift
That curve is wrong
the gradient to severe
that shadow bends the light
her every blink and breath
dragging me closer to my death
this paper pools my pencil
in unrequited lakes
fading lines that once were right
a smudge that breaks
my fingered tremor
touches that are never finished
Perfection never neared
THE WATCHES
(For Uncle Bo…)
They both sighed contradictory sighs,
As each neared his watch to his eyes.
Both watches were made of gold;
One was new the other was old.
On the new was inscribed:
To Joe
On his 30th birthday.
On the old was scribbled:
To Bo,
30 yrs faithful service, everyday
An insect was crawling my way
As I sat on a park bench today.
Getting closer to me
I saw it was a bee
And I hoped I’d not end up as prey.
Though it passed me, it stayed within sight
And I wondered if passersby might
Squash it flat as they neared
But none did; it appeared
Fearing luck would run out it took flight.
One small round stone, with spindrift swept
‘Cross ageless shores - through ages, wept
Beach-to-beach it passed through time
Brown husk shrinking midst each storm
And though that plain rock neared ends
One child snatched it … RARE!
“Make It Two, Please” Poetry Contest”
Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor
October 6, 2025
I disdainfully anticipated its arrival
Believing it would compromise survival
Surprised how quickly it neared
Accompanied by changes, I feared
Just as quickly, it passed
At it’s insignificance I laughed
Now that its forever gone
Turning forty again, I long.
Written and posted 1/24/2016 for the Forty contest.
A spindly girl one far-off year
With both knees scabbed and flouncing skirt,
She kicked the ball and ran to first
And I felt glad to watch her sprint
Or catch her smile, just hear her laugh,
And when she neared, my heart, it raced,
My throat went tight and head grew light,
My first true clue that life’s pursuit
Is winning love and female grace.
A lively young lady went down
To the sea to bathe all unbound,
She took off her suit,
She knew she looked cute,
Soon folks of all ages stood round.
Soaking wet, she went for her towel,
As she neared her smile turned to scowl,
Her towel was not there
To tie up her hair,
She turned to the crowd and called foul.
July 31, 2019
Solace for long sought;
Pivot to unburden this burden
A rhythm to hearten this disheartened heart
Smile to light this dreary face
Many ‘havens’ turned not;
Without peace eagerly needed
To unwrap this trapped self
From matters of earth that broke life
And she heard of Heaven and neared;
A haven true to its name
©GraceM Composition
How can I jilt you my True Love?
I shall be hurting Lord God’s Dove
Why would I teach you what is wrong
When it won’t help us to live long?
What is The Essence of crying Foul,
When we can absolve wrongs like Scowl?
Which love had lasted and no hurt;
Which hands neared a stuff and no dirt?
Whose loving skills do we trumpet?
All of us smell in The Armpit!