Short Photographing Poems
Short Photographing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Photographing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Photographing by length and keyword.
Phlox of purple field, Bill's
photographing hidden
Phoebe, favorite bird.
Phased by nothing else, like
Pheasant flying up, he
photographs Phoebes. Next
Phalaropes, wading birds.
spiritually aware
feeling entities in grasses
photographing orbs
in tune with nature
and heavenly visitors
sensing their presence
one of gods creatures
so beloved and cherished
protected always
packing for adventure
pouncing on a puppy
planning to prank people
photographing flash floods
painting under bridges
pretending work's a game
performing impromptu
4-7-2021
Pleiades P Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Polite Pink
Perhaps a not-so perfect princess
Performing particularly pathetically
Persuasive Pink
Promoting purple
Pink, plunking piano
Passionate Pink
Photographing Pink
Perhaps playfully probably philosophically
Playful Pink
Prancing, painting, proofreading,
Pink is Me.
Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs
like another time?
Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!
written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula
Two frisky kits
Enjoying each other
About the same size
Being watched by their mother
I used a telescopic lens
For I did not want to get carried away
By a super protective mother
Who might have chased me far that day
The kids had no idea
They are being photographed
I secretly named them
Minnesota and McRaft
A cuttlefish swallowed my house the other day.
He ejected his inky black fluid and we could not get away.
The local newspaper came out and had a heyday.
Interviewing and photographing the monster that you may all say…
Was doing what comes natural in a regular cuttlefish way.
Rather bleak ending to a regular Wednesday.
Butterfly counter, paid by the hours
Walks miles, studying beautiful flowers.
Captures blues, silvers, yellows, monarchs too
They arrive in splendiferous colors and hues
Okay I don’t get paid in money, she says.
Something fun to do, for my Aunt Inez.
Inez has been gone for fifteen years now, you see.
Photographing butterflies is her gift to me.
I boycotted the news
many years ago, maybe
thirty, or forty
If other people would
stop talking about it,
I would have no clue
about
politics or
school shootings.
I like being oblivious.
It makes
faerie-watching and
photographing orbs
in my flower gardens
much easier.
I shall continue to keep
the negatives on the other
side of my self-wall, feeling
safe here with my
garden delights
and my
magical ideas.
worthwhile painters of sunsets tackled this romantic sky
turtles do not look up often, and their eyes are fuzzy
they might miss the colors, but they feel the richness of the day
turtle cave, a sanctuary for turtles in many sizes.
I stay my distance, photographing them with telescopic lenses.
my artist eyes take another peek at the fascinating pastel sky.
I return home with a plethora of photos, of the sunset.
each one a smidge different than the last; no one else sees it.