Short Panels Poems
Short Panels Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Panels by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Panels by length and keyword.
Lorenzo a monk from Sienna in Monaco
painted predella panels 'to go '
Highly gifted& poetic
mauscripts another of his 'party' tricks
Peiro di Gosimo made fanciful art
out-of-the ordinary for the most part
Many were as decorative panels
for they were his best 'sells'
Try to revive the National pulse -
Next thing you know: "Death Panels"!
Fury, fighting in the town hall aisles;
Best pursue through different channels.
Listen to poem:
A living forest,
Where chirping birds chorale and
Butterflies whispers,
Beyond my styled wood door, and
Timbered home of nailed panels.
Date: 04/28/2019
A living forest,
Where chirping birds chorale and
Butterflies whispers,
Beyond my styled wood door, and
Timbered home of nailed panels.
2019 September 18
The Old Fisherman got a new truck.
A cranberry Chevy.
The people who sell his face
gave it to him.
It replaces the old Ford
with wood side panels
which hold back the barrels,
his catch.
Aged, wetherbeaten.
Repainted.
Aged, wetherbeaten.
Six fence panels
Next to a spotted grey post.
Right, right, wrong, right, wrong, wrong.
Split asunder,
Now siblings, they stand.
Nailed shoulder to shoulder
Skies weep at the farewell of the Fall
On window panels teardrops crawl
To the mother birds, chicks call
Thunder and lightning brawl
In storms, weak trees fall
Wet lame lambs bawl
Rainbows sprawl
Wolves waul
Squall
Where is forever in the mind's dust of rust?
Through my hands, nails from a lonely past.
I have broken the fog
and the rainbow kept the prince.
On the glass, panels lit midnight's clouds.
Leaves flutter with time.
Like a kiss.
Form:
With a tattoo of Dallas on one breast
She decided she wanted another
After a while she made a decision
To get a tattoo of Paris on the other!
A few weeks later at the Mardi gras
With no help from panels or committees
She decided to rip off her blouse
And show everybody her cities!
Energy
Disregard gas
Disregard wind farms
Disregard solar panels
Disregard electricity
Forget wifi
Forget electronics
Forget iPones
Forget laptops
If only we could find
a way to saddle
the children vitality
we’d be comfortable
forever.
Written: August 27, 2022
My name is etched
On Insight Lander
On Martian soil
It waits for me
To be where gravity is low
So be careful where you go
Mars’ atmosphere has little air
So beware
My name’s still etched
On Insight Lander
Along with miliions
Who like me dream
If we can get to you
Insight Lander
Your solar panels
We’ll surely clean
I sat there beside my Mom,
asleep on yellowed pillows, stained
by years of tobacco, tar dripping
from cypress wood panels,
her shallow breaths
cotton-candy hair, light grey;
bluest blue eyes behind
paper-thin lids, moving;
ragged cough, portending
but I didn't understand then,
I was just happy to be there.
Charlie
Likes listening to music by Bob Marley.
He has scheduled time that mustn't delay
His passionate phase with Reggae!
Lola
Is fascinated with panels - Solar.
Science is full of projects that (for her) are fun.
And she has a smile that beams like the sun!
Written 16th September 2021
For the Cleritoons contest - Sponsor Joseph May
rays
of sun
filter through
opaque panels
above the chancel
forming a cross
of sun rays
above
us
they
pray to
God above,
everlasting
presenter of light,
represented
by the sun
God Ra
Ra!
God
will not
be contained
given a name
sufficient for all
God is beyond
the limits
of word
skills
written October 28, 2022
Between the glossy panels of my mind
Thoughts of love children
Puking inside their mother’s wombs
Travel back and forth and back and forth.
What makes you think it is alright to discard my
Mental capabilities as trifle
Emotional walls which you would rather stray
Graffiti paint on to camouflage as curtains
of the bedroom the night before and after a hot spell?
I lie down in my four-poster bed,
facing the pale yellow wall.
The same that I see above,
behind my headboard,
opposite me.
I drown in the sickly pale.
I dare not turn around
to face the wall again.
Little do I notice
the little window behind -
rays of sun streaming through
little glass panels -
Gentle apricity grazing its
little window sill.
Azure panels fade; shed golden mane
Black, celestial portents mail links chain
Windows of heaven shaded darker strain
Foggy panes availing beams do disdain
Billowing, gray folds gilded tapestry doth stain
Burgeoning spouts brackish bile to drain
Reverberating drums strike dolesome refrain
Streaking bolts o'er tumult wax then wane
An eerie whistle howls announcing the careening train
Calming journey present travels
Daunting highways of dirt and gravels
Firebombing businesses and homes unravels
Housewarming rebuilding from grounds battles
~
Coming into life Victorian castles
Crawling toward the scrambles,
Daunting hoards of freemen shackles
Calming are the finish structures panels
2/9/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Road span of knots,
panels off line,
concrete of slopes,
signs every mile.
Dogged heart beats,
all here in haste,
tense nerves of streets,
the last – the first,
Wheel marks of brake,
air petrol fume,
black traces fade,
combustion doom.
Wrong pulse on earth,
neurons at odds,
no cares on death,
tired soul of clots.
some such as fireflies glow...but for humans...consciousness is a crack
for light to flow in
bodies are chemical batteries
and
neural network fractal sensory systems
that
exist in earths magnetic and suns energy fields
as
solar panels with on-off switches
to
wake as light or sleep as dark
states
called conscious or unconscious
that
we might navigate minds full of thoughts
stan sand
Climb mountains!
Slay Dragons!
That's what I did
When I was a kid
Now it's too much
All this grownup stuff
Amalgamations
Corporations
Business-like murder
under the guise of merger
Micro-second chattel battles
waged on computer panels
Flash before my eyes
In a plate glass high-rise
Now
all my mountains are made of paper, and
all my dragons wear ties
The designer created the most beautiful bookmobile ever seen.
It was created out of stained-glass panels of every hue and sheen.
We wondered if vandals would get it, for it was a target every day.
In Indianapolis, it has been delivering books to schools along the way.
Happy we are to report that no one has injured it, for it is a beauty.
I think the readers are protecting it, thinking it is their sacred duty.
The old mill hardly turns in the fall breeze
Oak panels close to retirement's ease
Creak like grandpa's knees in the winter chill
You don't know if the wind won't visit, still
Stagnant like water after the snow
Even the rivers can change with time's flow
Yet, the oak mill cannot become a tree
Just as a stone does not become the sea
Trees around the mill continue to turn
Beyond the year the mill finally stands firm
O distantly mean cloud!
Don't you see?
Don't you gather?
The weather is angry
and freaking out ..
I look out for you
and for myself
while you keep running
from me and fade out ..
O sole cloud!
Without you,
This earth is full of thorns
and the panels of my cottage
are sad and dark ..
Don't be like this false world
To hypocrites appealing
giving them fake crops ..
and to good folks
making a waste land ..