Short Phone Booth Poems
Short Phone Booth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Phone Booth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Phone Booth by length and keyword.
Bert was in a phone booth
Phoning his girlfriend Ruth
To say their courtship was over
He preferred his dog Rover
For company...struth
Dressed in 'Down's Syndrome,' the children
set up a phone booth on stage
inciting audience rage
when E.T. refused to phone home
Man leaves phone booth too quickly, and then?
Knocks his front tooth out with his gold fountain pen.
4/28/2021
This time for sure, Jimmy Olson, intent
To find out the secret of one Clark Kent --
He'd locked the phone booth
What a super-sleuth! --
Too bad: Top was wide open as a tent
LOSS
sitting on the bus
watching shops pass by
passengers reflected exit like ghosts
she’s gone
and another and another
in the park
by a phone booth
wanting to call my love
sudden shade startles me
sun behind a cloud
Dave Austin
COMMUNICATION
no one calls, no talk
and letter writing who writes
comunication
I drop a dime in
into the dial pay phone booth
pick up please no talk
silence becomes gold
in the quietness riches
communication
3/14/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
The lies people believe mount like hills of trash at a dump!
Trees are chopped off the family tree, leaving only a stump
All I can say is, it’s not too late to research for the truth
Save your life and forget the mainstream media’s lying phone booth!
Heidi Sands
10/9/21
Is a kayak something anyone can share?
In a phone booth, there’s not much room to spare.
How many people can sit on a chair?
For items like this, we must be aware.
Having two or more would not be fun.
Some things are intended for only one.
inspired by another member's poem
Your "I love you" is like a noose
And your touch is
a touch too cruel
You swore you'd treat me apple pie sweet
I should've tasted the cyanide
Known you were killing me
But now you're all stuck
In my lungs
Cigarette smoke
It's a slow choke
You'll never let me free or
Leave me alone
Goodbye love
I'm hanging up the phone
A
Phone call
That will go
Ignored then on -
Static pours out from
The receiver until
I can hear your voice through it.
Let me drown in this soft white noise,
Let me sleep until I dream of you;
Your form flickers in my memories.
When the dial tone breaks the facade
And I'm left alone in the booth,
All I can think to do is
Rummage around looking
For just one more - oh,
That quarter was
The last one
I had
Left.