Short Polaroid Poems
Short Polaroid Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Polaroid by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Polaroid by length and keyword.
old faded polaroid~
the memory of yesteryear
distant and discolored
snapshot of a past
vague but not forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Nostalgic in noon
Apostrophe in desire
Linger kiss on you
All that
remains
of our
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open
another one—
let's hope these
memories
blur!
All that
remains
of our
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open
another one—
let's hope these
memories
blur!
Your memory is
like an expired polaroid
film - I still keep it
as though it would be
the most precious treasure of
mine, yet I am
aware of the truth:
till I walk this earth I will
never take a look at it.
Three, two, one. . . Smile
When cameras snap and flicker
Happiness brought for awhile
Three, two, one. . . Smile
Different poses and style
Comes a photo to remember
Three, two, one. . . Smile
When cameras snap and flicker
A camera chasing starlit cowboy
With his permanent Polaroid entrance
Eyes sweeping the paparazzi parade
Movie-dust circles his still silhouette
Extras edging in the dimming shadows
Of his passing left-over soft shining
Genesis Broad-Spectrum
An ethical grey scenery alert
was roused lenses shuttered,
in hues of Red, White and Blue.
Theorem of imagery collision,
flashed old fashioned—PolaROId,
ammunition developed HumanØ1ds.
River blue t-shirts
side by side,
three pairs of shoulders.
Wish on an eyelash
for wide smiles,
and shades of black-brown eyes,
gleaming.
Favourite, yellow flower
twelve of them
tied with floral tape
on the new moon, monday,
bright blue sky
Timeless, Polaroid picture.
one thing we are never told
pictures taken in polaroid
have a way of fading over time
very much like you and me
and the picture we used to be
no longer has that kodachrome shine
it happens to the best of us
the color fade of wanderlust
bringing out the worst in black and white
one thing i'm relying on
although i'm barely hanging on
is the picture of us left in my mind
Long, winding gravel driveway
decrepit old Mercury station wagon
parked there
doors unlocked
those big red buttons
sticking up
no seatbelts either
Tiger lilies blooming
all-at-once, on
either side
of the gravel
A few years later
a cockeyed backboard
appeared on a tree
supporting an
uneven, rickety
basketball rim
Winters we spent shoveling snow
I'm obselete,
Yesterday's news
Cast aside
In the name of progress
Left on the shelf
To wither and die
Like a dusty ZX Spectrum
Or Polaroid camera
Out of sight
And out of mind
No longer a burden
For my beloved family
I pray for death
To kick down the doors
And end these lonely hours
Of staring into space
He's the one thing
That never goes out of date
So please deliver me
To heaven's gate
Memories stick together like old polaroid pictures in a damp box...
I hold on to the ground as it violently shakes with a wave of aftershocks...
The earth has shifted and rearranged my life; turning it upside down...
I run through those sticky pictures in my mind... A baby. A wedding gown...
The walls shake and fall apart leaving only the stains...
Everything has suddenly changed, yet the pain still remains...
A polaroid, in
my drawer, under the junk
- a memory found.
Wow, I miss fun, it's
like there was another life
- a past life shared.
Remember parties?
Sweaty dancing then a plunge
in the cold lake?
I feel like an old
lady reliving childhood
in sterile pics.
Everything I thought
my life would be is gone or
on nebulous hold.
We're learning a dull
brand of patience - strange for
the microwave age.
She has dandelion hair
and when the wind blows
I already have my wish
All the clouds were crying
as stars fell from her dress
her roots grew bird houses for hollow skeletons,
shells to hold shells to hold promises made.
Her skin was polaroid
tanned stained sepia toned
broken boned and dancing.
Empty quiver hunting trips
tangled in her own antlers
spider webs connecting dots
of her scattered constellations.
My beautiful little bluebird
How I love you so
I long to taste your presence
And what it means to know
That you and I are singing songs
Far into the night
We fade into each other
Desire burning bright
In a dream it's you and me
There's no one else around
Our synchronistic breathing
Is the only sound
In sotto voce I call out
Your name into the void
Only you can hear it
An audible Polaroid
The first door I believed in boasted of the things it had, and I didn't.
The second one only wanted to show me how much time I had spent in a Polaroid.
Another door was nice to me but the nuts were badly screwed.
The bravest move was taking a chance on each door.
That any one of them could have been it.
And every door was knocked.
The next door might welcome me with the brightest smile.
But I just might have been the only one there to knock.
When the final school bell rings,
And "summer" is being chanted.
When the water gets warmer,
And the sun shines brighter,
Skin darker,
And hair lighter.
When the there's no a worry on your mind, Instead, thought of adventure.
When music gets louder,
And watermelon sweeter.
Polaroid taking,
Memory making.
Then the nights get longer,
And every second is so surreal.
But just to think,
When summer comes to an end,
You wait another year,
To do it all over again.