Short Perusing Poems
Short Perusing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Perusing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Perusing by length and keyword.
Before all others!
Oh those who are perusing!
Benjamin Franklin
To know who should be the head,
Who is the actual tail?
posh pink pachyderms
perceptively perusing
paleology
James Horn's Elegant Elephants made me think of this
museums, to youth, sarcophagus
but aging folks can’t get enough
of perusing the junk
and making up bunk
about those good old days so tough
The owl, sipping port in his study,
Perusing philosophy muddy,
Proclaimed “Kant is cant,
And read more I shan’t,
I well know a fowl fuddy-duddy!”
Awakened dreams, nightmarish quips
Jaundiced tear drops, blooded thrips
Winter's sloe, wrathful mourn
Howled wails, petalled thorn
Fingers touch, perusing caress
Sullen smile, blackened finesse
You are you, that's truer than true
There is nobody living that's youer than you
This may be confusing
And upset your perusing
Can't make it simpler than establishing who's who
It's not amusing
But very confusing
When your muse isn't musing
Simply refusing
To muse
It's not of my choosing
My mind I am losing
I'm constantly snoozing
My brain needs infusing
To muse
Above, behind
Calling down ever from gentle horrors inside,
Judging kindly, listening mindfully now,
Openly perusing quaint reality,
Staying truthful under vain watch,
Xenophobic,
Youthfully zealous.
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Pay back
World unfair
Life in ruin
Nothing left
Worth perusing
Time to go
Cannot stay
Pack my bags
And run away
Hold my breath
I’ll turn blue
Stamp my feet
That’s what I’ll do
Make mommy
Have regret
For putting me on
The naughty step
Sailing on an ocean breeze
In the vast depths of my mind
Like a sailor on the open seas
With a world of wonders to find
Perusing points to ponder
Through the night unto the morn
On a global scale I'll wander
Till an epiphany is born
at a patio table
sat a pangolin and penguin
pondering
and there they pursued
under a parasol
perusing
diving with questions
delving for answers
they had a universe
in front of them
unpicked
undone
suited and solved
by the pangolin and penguin
Listen to poem:
tippy-toe tap tap
pitter-patter slosh
splish splosh, splash,
drip of tap
purr of cat
twits of bird chat
ratter tat, ratter tat
knocks on my door.
The unintended muse
was stifled
by the hiss of bliss
perusing the lines
while muffled mute,
ignoring
what was installed
between them,
instilled!
This is my treasure box that I must share.
I have to consider the emotions of others,
and spread love to those in need.
Yet it is my only love, my comfort and joy.
When you are perusing its depths, admiring it's shine,
think on me...
Bereft of my love. Isolated. Waiting.
At war with selfishness and guilt.
Feelings have a way of coming back
even when the memories lack,
the vividness of our circumstantial remains
doused innumerable times by our tangible frames,
you're here today, perusing this strife;
you're here today carving a locomotive strife,
you're there today, being here doesn't suffice.
you're back here today wondering
about the cost sacrificed!
Five Little Souls
In this house
even the bathroom’s
a place of no peace.
I huddle there Sundays
enthroned with whatever
they’ve left of the paper.
Off the door, the great blitz:
rubber balls, little fists,
soles of bare feet.
Unamused, still perusing,
I sit there refusing
to vacate my sanctum.
Blitz your bare feet!
Donal Mahoney
For a decade now self-appointed meterologists
have been screaming ‘climate change’ and ‘global warming’
Yesterday perusing a professional journal
I bookmarked a piece titled, “New Ice Age Forming”
Is it time for the world’s Greta Thunbergs, their shouts to change
from ‘Heat Wave’ to “Snow on the Range”
My eyes are wide open
perusing every corner of life
and there you are.
Masculine, tall, dark and handsome
panning for the gold in a relationship
and here I stand waiting, ready to give all.
Quick and fast she passes
beauty on the prowl gleaning for a match
what was I thinking?
My eyes were wide open
and I knew better
but still I looked and hoped.
Tribal beauties, all lined up,
eyes cast to the ground.
Young breasts bare and feet not shod.
Only natural beauty found.
The Zulu prince walks back and forth,
perusing for a bride;
While hopeful father's look on, tense,
Each displaying their loin's pride.
One of these will be a Queen,
Birth a Nation's next proud Chief.
With result, a father can live on....
Mortality's Relief.
At dinner one night in Washington
Two politicians were perusing the menu,
Knowing his friend was not seeking
Re-election, he idly asked "what board
Of director-ships are you considering"
The veteran congressman replied...
"The pork is delicious!"
I think Wellstone would
Have agreed what
What my Dad would always say...
"Many are called, but few are chosen"
10/30/13
Blue deep
Water; drifting through
The light, and out of nowhere
Was a blue boat with yellow sails
Perusing the sand, I saw a man
Walking towards the waves of destination
He called out to deaf ears, and numbness
And the blue boat drifted on
Clouds of grey speckled the main distance
Of real and beyond
Holding out hands, others called
But the boat drifted
Drifted on.....
Sitting in the bar; perusing the headlines:
From “Galileo Forced to Recant Statement that Earth Orbits Sun”
To “China Bans Reincarnation without Government Permission” -
Yahweh grimaces and hands Zeus another beer
As He mutters, “What were we Thinking?”
Thor turns to Meteora: “What about another game of darts, darlin’?”
Buddha just rolls His eyes
And sighs
As Jesus and Mohammed discuss hitching a ride to another galaxy
Impenetrable collectives of treasonous scum
Thirsting upon the blood
and powerless state
of innocent bystanders
Empowered by delusions of grandeur
and disinterested in notions of compassion
Forming an intricate web of exploitation
and unwarranted influence
Perusing the globe with a concealed firearm
and a volatile disposition disguised by a smile
Ultimately intent on strengthening the force
of an omnipotent grip
Dear Karen, there’s something I need:
I’ve got you a poem to read.
A deficit in one’s attention
is probably best left unmentioned.
If boring writes get you distracted,
my outcome’s adversely impacted.
For when the dear reader is addled,
strong placements just up and skedaddle.
Before you’ve a chance to retort,
just know that I’m keeping it short.
Disorder escapes its confines
perusing these final two lines!
perusing skyward
on crisp, lucent nights
a symphony plays,
strumming ancient light
on vernal heart strings
who can perceive
these melodies,
seeming to muse
the tantric soul…
pondering
astral notes
through tired eyes
i feel
twelve Years
young
Date: 15 May 2020
Contest : Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
up in the middle
of the night
rubbing the cold
from my arms
perusing a book
and a few poems
can’t sleep
but I will retreat
back to warm blanket
on top of the sheet
and of course
I have to pop out of bed
early
I’m not missed
my spouse is asleep
he won’t even know
I’ve been reading
and sipping cold milk
house is humming
as it does
in complete silence;
only my talking head
good night
good 2:30 O’clock