Short Numeral Poems
Short Numeral Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Numeral by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Numeral by length and keyword.
0 who is it
plus a bounty
minus a misery
it must be god
the mystery
as to enter the hole
you'll travel the vortex of possibility
no limits of the understanding
galaxies and beyond leaving the small
speck you depart the myth to become the glory
Hundred
Roman Numeral C
A century
A dollar
The whole percent
Ten times Ten
Ten decades
Divided by 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 20, 25, 50 and himself
Makes counting easy
Is the star of borrowing in subtraction
Makes multiplication easy
100 dollars
The most money I ever saw
When I was a child
One time 100 was a war
Age is just a number
a numeral at best
The difference may cumber
But it's you who is blessed
A fight is just insecurity
anger and fear
It shows our immaturity
Whenever we are near
Our love is strong, no matter the issue
its indeniable at best
I'll never have to miss you
Forever and always. Because it's me who is blessed
I don't have a lucky number
don't have a lucky charm
don't wear any special metals
to keep me safe from harm
I don't carry a four leaf clover
I could never find one
don't say any special prayers
when the new day has begun
if I had a lucky number
that numeral would be two
three is just a crowd
if there's more than me and you
Tanzania my Butterfly
anticipated with numeral directions
nominated with loved colors in your worth
zigzag you have no true way; a vission in education
as you produce, as you use not, as they depend
normally you clear them with the powerfull ideas
i tear a drop of my blood to the innocent death
a republic country of my own united flies.
I am struggling with digits,
Digits juggle in my head.
Digits tumble and they jumble
On the paper I just read
Every time I try to capture
Such a bouncing numeral,
It teases me by dissipating,
Becoming quite undoable.
Give me a bucket filled with letters
I make sense of everything
I arrange and rearrange
And I make the letters sing
But these senseless digits wobble
And they hobble and they fall
So I blow them off my notebook
Good riddance, once and for all.
Watchmaker, watchmaker make me a watch,
Which tells me I'm time, which shan't be forgot.
I want it to yell in yodels and songs sung by a lady,
Whenever I'm adrift in my mind full of lies in fantasy.
Use cogs and quarts to bind the time to my soul,
Tie wires and wheels to my veins and my vessels.
Tick me with tocks of the clock on my wrist,
So never again shall another minute be missed.
So watchmaker, watchmaker make me a watch,
As we're struck on another roman numeral notch.