Short Overlooks Poems

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


Premium Member Stone Earth Angel Overlooks Park

genuine earth angel
she genuflects to the park
acknowledging Mother Nature’s Godliness
the flora and fauna admire her
wondering how she turned to stone


A Watercolor Moment

The deepest blue sky
overlooks the calm water;
people stop and stare
as a golden masterpiece
emerges from my paintbrush.



For "Blue and Gold" contest sponsored by Rick Parise.
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member T R E E

Tranquil and peaceful
Reminds us that we have created nothing in nature
Eagerly overlooks our human errors and selfish ways
Earth’s soldiers, who guard us well in form of oak and walnut
Form: Acrostic

Home

Surrounded by a white front porch
decorated with rocking chairs and empty mugs
a house becomes a home
   a wooden gate overlooks a long dusty lane
of falling leaves and golden oaks
sheltered from cold north winds
families make a house a home
© Jim Joyce  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Soulspeak

SOULSPEAK
We may be human
Yet part of our soul is God
Where mercy  does dwell

Magnanimous, and
Overlooks  many errors
A real blessing

Nurture it with love
Feed it  with kind compassion
Be a humane being.

Aug 20, 2016
Name of contest
 Forgiveness senryu
Form: Senryu


Let's Minichu On Feelings: Of Anticipation

I wait with hopeful heart By the window that overlooks the road to home Counting dirt The clock strikes ten Last bus passes by to unknown Again Men dead Rot to the bone Fade I wait with hopeful heart Last bus passes by to unknown Fade
Form: Rhyme

My Life

I am alone In
this blackened 
world of hate
nobody is near me
everybody stays away

I am the shadow
In everybody's mind
I am the fear which
they have

 neither kill
nor let live I 
have no love
I have no hate

Nobody knows me
nor see's me everybody
overlooks me and I 
will always be that way
me
Form:

Premium Member Calligraphy

Up and down as it overlooks
the open book
freefalling so
but where to go?

Embellish each page, one by one
where words will run,
of written swerves,
artistic curves

By quill that writes an artful verse
I now rehearse
but cannot free
calligraphy


____________________
For Nette's Minute Contest
By Carrie Richards
10/25/12
Form: Verse

Musical Tableau

On a mountaintop,
an old piano
overlooks the sea.
Warped and worn, the keys
still serenade the
Ponderosa pines.

10/31/2017
For contest Tableau
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud

Note: Howmanysyllables claims the word "piano" has 3 syllables. I have never heard it pronounced "pee-an-oh" as the site claims, but have edited my poem to meet the official syllable count.
Form: Verse

Premium Member A True Friend

A True Friend By: Miracle Man November 14, 2020 In life, If there’s one person on whom you can depend, who showcases your talent for others to see. Extend honor by calling them your best friend, even though on occasion, you’ll likely disagree. “A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your successes.” Doug Larson
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Pedestrians on rain soaked street

    Full Moon shines and street lamps are on.
    The lady wearing shiny skirt in flying flare
    putting stylish Melania's hat, slight slant -
    holds a cluster of golden flowers
    stepping on elegant gait.
   She overlooks the man crossing her.
    It seems she is unmindful 
    thinking of someone feeling cosy,
    for whom she is carrying the posy.
Form: Imagism

A Thousand Eyes Cm

A Thousand Eyes

The garden has a thousand eyes
exposing flora’s kin
with choices that the bee has made
increasing pollen’s hive

The foliage overlooks its hues
with colors that descry
the massive image painted wild
discerning rainbows schemes

Choose an Octavio Paz Line
Sponsored by nette onclaud
Poetry Contest
August 22, 2019
(*The night has a garden of eyes)
Form: Verse

Judgments

Everyone’s a critic;
Each of us a judge,
Making our pronouncements
After wading through the sludge.

Weighing all the options,
Probing with precision;
Finally arriving at 
A personal decision.

Judgments are subjective
Beyond the basic rules
And sometimes someone judging
Overlooks the hidden jewels.

Life is full of choices
And every time we choose,
Though somebody rejoices,
Another has to lose.
Form: Rhyme

The Trees

They  sway amongst the clouds and azure skies
majestic giants
enfolding my spirit in the webs they hold

I feel the utter strength they posess
as energies are drawn up up up through the core
into tender branches that touch the skies

my child climbs onto the back of one of the giants
held in an embrace
that is both awesome and serene
while she
overlooks the paths the little
ants take
far below.

The Bonds of Two

Since times of old,
a man so tall,
will lean upon
a woman small.
Since first they met,
and their paths did cross,
they've tried to capture
time that's lost...
By the grace of God,
each day anew,
their strength combined
is more than two...
He's keen of eye
and sure of foot,
yet she sees things
he overlooks...
As they maneuver 'round
an iceberg's tip,
she lights the way,
and he guides the ship...
 
 Copyright © 2006
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Ritz

'Ritz Tower, Night' 1920's      Painted by Georgia O'Keefe




They closed the day behind them, and scurried to the hive
Inside a honeycomb of cells, a filing cabinet filled of lives
The night in black and blue enshrouds the city's tallest mast
As evening beckoned heads to rest, with yellow window glass
That overlooks the narrow streets, from a tower of the past



For Brian Strand's contest: Five Line Ekphrasis
art
Form: Ekphrasis

Tell Me

We live distantly, one inside the other.
We house and rent the unwelcome and heaven sent.
I tend toward you
where your room overlooks mine.
Open doors keep us secret.
Where your breathe reaches I inhale.
Love enters through every window.
Chosen are we to be closer than blood,
otherness talks in the same mouth.
You have planted my garden
with my own willing hands.
Tell me what walls say
when the sky is all that is?

Premium Member On the Outside, Looking In



I'm on the outside, looking In
Quite often I feel like the only word
in a poem that doesn't rhyme,
or I'm a nickle, five cents short
when I'm in need of a dime.

You make me feel like I don't belong.
Distress is written all over my face.
I'm the only wallflower at a dance.
The shy one in need of a hiding place.

I don't want to be the odd puzzle piece
that everyone overlooks and rejects.
I have a heart that's been wounded.
Your ostracism has crippling affects.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Give God a Smile

GIVE GOD A SMILE

Eternity is a mask of clouds
beyond the fluffy sea
from where God overlooks the world
and smiles at you and me.
God plans each future journey
before we even come.
He chooses our family members
even before we are one.
Look for the Eye of God
winking through the clouds.
A whispering Star of Light He is,
whether pensive or loud.
As you go to bed each night,
let your cares be few.
Give God your smile
and He'll smile back at you.

Janet Marie Bingham
Form: Rhyme

Etching the Day

I love a room that overlooks
A river or the sea,
For, on a terrace with some books,
Is where I like to be.

A sunny seat, a view with boats
And birdsong in the air,
A husband who, upon me, dotes -
Why, nothing can compare!

A mid-day ice cream, browsing stores,
A walk along the shore,
A bowl of mussels, Guinness pours -
Well, who could ask for more?

But all good things must end, they say,
So now we’re heading home
And on the way, I’ve etched the day
Into my daily poem.
Form: Rhyme

My Thoughtful Spot

There is a bench upon a hill
That overlooks a lake 
And when I’m there, my heart’s bestilled
My troubles I forsake 

If places could be poems, then 
Idyllic is this psalm 
Its beauty stirs my inner pen
My soul to write upon 

Surrounded by these twisted oaks
In shrouds of lichen lace
I feel welcomed by these friendly folks
And at home in this place

A piece of heaven I’ve long sought 
Lies just over yonder 
And when I’m there, my thoughtful spot
Is where I sit and ponder.
Form: Rhyme

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