Short Plume Poems
Short Plume Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Plume by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Plume by length and keyword.
Mushroom
cloud plume of doom
rose from Hiroshima,
6 August, 1945,
Omen
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25 July 2017
Dormant no more, the World rebels.
All heavens are covered. Luck is inverted
–with nowhere
left to run.
Soft and feathery and illusive
Each word a woven world of fantasy
An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion
Musical, distant and serene
Aesthetic shelters like seashells
Cast by the angst of the ocean
She was blind to her colors so her palette spoke in greys.
She couldn't trust her gut for fear of what others had to say..
In early May her colors burst, a glorious display, as vibrant as
a peacock's plume with out a hint of grey.
Through the Autumn storms
Blue children with seeming smiles
sings to the Angels
To the everglades
the children play
in the cove of the cave
Like bedrock
They are raised on hope
Solitude ponders the darker hues
feed by paths unexplored
So, he came and dazzled you with his plume
And you simply succumbed to his grooming.
Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do?
This may very well be your undoing.
5th Place
Bird-of-Paradise Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards
Listen to poem:
You earned it
The right to
Stand out
To show your true colors
To go by the name
That best represents
The real authentic you
The you you’ve grown into
Select your pen name
With utmost care
Flaunt your uniqueness
Divulge your true colors
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume
When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed
She'd acknowledge his gracious act
~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact
"Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she
"Else I'll give you a kick to buckle your knees"
Wounded, he offered an unheard apology
Then walked across time to a kinder century
It’s important
what you get called
has a name,
one you can take
to the ivory
border
It’s important
what you’re called
is remembered the same,
today recollected
tomorrow
reordered
A mark on the stone
no longer
unknown,
your history and
legacy
rendered
Sapphire crystal
overlord set,
the past
eponymous
the future
—kismet
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Alias
Also known as (A.K.A)....
No judgment
No regrets
I hate with fury
I love like no other
I have been called a bastard & S.O.B
Every name in the book
My mind travels to undiscovered places
My words most likely will offend
My choices aren't always right
I will own any of those choices if asked
No explanations given
Ryan is the first
de Rossi is the last
That is me!
6/25/20
I feel the futility
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys
my once hopeful heart
shriveled and shrunken
as a plum into a prune
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again
pick up the plume
to pen another
poem or play
yet they live on today
while my words
wither in the womb
Stillborn they are silently
whisked away unread
without a funeral
to the tomb
Nickname by any other name
Ofttimes original and ovation-worthy
Most meaningful to proud bearer
Defining individal core and essence
Expression flaunted to the world
Poetic paintbrush signs an alias
Lingers an aura of identity
Unconventionally wanting to be memorable
Misnomer guided by a metaphor
Explicit or enigmatic nom de plume
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026