Short Probes Poems
Short Probes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Probes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Probes by length and keyword.
A starlet on show at the Globes
encouraged provocative probes
her cleavage surrounded
by pinkness unbounded
and exes who're now homophobes.
Categories:
probes, anxiety,
Form:
Limerick
Comets cut bedazzling streaks in time
with crescendos and solos divine.
Each meager planet probes with a wince
praying they don't fall within the pinch.
Categories:
probes, allegory, nature
Form:
Couplet
I am who I am
a thinking mine
who questions
who ponders and probes
and who knows what else
Do not measure
me by the same book
you drop on others'
well-meaning heads.
Categories:
probes, art,
Form:
Free verse
blank stares
indifferent shrugs
cruel features
hostile mugs
mumbled answers
to detective's probes
Soros funds their side
no use booking these thugs
Categories:
probes, anger, judgement, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
Inhales prosaic air
muse probes breeze
Filtering depth
as image melees
Drum snares the heart
beating out dull pain
Osmosing spores
form finely tuned rain
Patters tap source
concept ignites
Erupts into thought
exhales and writes
Categories:
probes, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Wearing Robe Reading Book of Job
Trump wore robe with ring in lobe,
And had been reading book of Job,
From above;
Women did love;
About promiscuity started a probe.
Jim Horn
Listening to MSNBC again and
you guessed it. About probes.
Categories:
probes, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Categories:
probes, perspective,
Form:
Tetractys
Persistent for truth, he
probes to find the answers.
Perceiving, his judgment
penetrates with shrewdness.
Prepared and accurate,
prodigious in his work,
part skill, part detective.
Written on 11/16/2015
Pleiades
Categories:
probes, words, work,
Form:
Pleiades
A simple rhyme for a very dark time
The road back, sure, an arduous climb
Tentative steps, cautious probes
Sporting still protective wardrobes
Yet before long, like forests scorched
Creature habitats by fire torched
Soon enough we'll be scampering gaily
Reveling in routines familiar daily
Categories:
probes, fire, happy, recovery from,
Form:
Couplet
MERCURY
Men have landed on the moon;
Easy, just three days away.
Reached as far as Mars with probes,
Collecting samples for the lab.
Unfortunately, Planet Mercury
Remains and mystery to us.
You’d run out of fuel half-way there.
10th May 2021
Planet Contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari
Categories:
probes, planet,
Form:
Acrostic
pink dawn on red mars
as far off sun glimmers gold
more probes are coming
someday red roses
when the greenery arrives
and with it fresh air
blue lakes and swimming
with the clouds, winds and the rain
red planet next door
phobos and deimos
glow throughout a martian night
when skies are dreaming
Categories:
probes, adventure, dream, planet, red, universe,
Form:
Haiku
He looked around, in Past he found
Pieces of shattered dreams
A mosaic there everywhere
Bleeding tears between the seams
A Lifetime lost in horrific cost
Of Disappointment's blows
A story there in disrepair
Is where his mem'ry goes.
At long last within that past
A mind-finger probes the view:
Decisions made had betrayed
The dreams he had want to do.
Categories:
probes, betrayal, conflict, dream, loss, sad, self, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
It is human nature to squeeze,
to poke and feel, questioning
if imagined or real; a part of
creation, our shared mystery –
Identifying layers to grasp and
peel...using the power of mind,
sorting and labeling all that
we find – no measure nor weight
as yet to the soul, looking beneath
and above...as the atheist scientist
probes a heart
to prove his love....
Categories:
probes, humanity, inspirational, love, meaningful, science, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Small red circles,
yellow and white,
wired am I.
With every pulse
my calves dance
with my toes;
shins tense.
Next part:
"Nod when yes
blink when no.
You feel this?" Blink
"And this?" Blink
"Or this?" Blink
"You don't feel much, do you?"
Blink
Prods and probes
in blissfull numbness.
***
October 04, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
probes, betrayal, body,
Form:
Free verse
Bell Jar
2.4 Children
White picket fence
And a family sized estate car
Technically depressed
Labotomised from the inside out
Visions manifested into prose
Gasping for breath at the and of electric probes
She rose
Hot to Cold
Above the maddening crowd
The news headline spread
Sun behind her
Yet still laughing
The Queen is Dead
But hope is not
Long live her Memoirs
Categories:
probes, books,
Form:
Free verse
Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.
Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?
Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:
Categories:
probes, life
Form:
Free verse
I'm channeling this so bear with
fairies winged remiss giggling myth
Freeing from pain acting in plays
needing not rain beckon for stays
Laying here beside me catching my tears
close is free forgetting my fears
Addiction not falsity highs
a sickness sought glassy eyes
No iris flash entails
desirous indeed repels
Sounds and vibrations tickle my lobes
love the sensations no hate probes
Categories:
probes, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Four moons orbiting Jupiter were discovered by Galileo.
He named them Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, and Io.
Several unmanned space probes were sent there recently.
They revealed things no earth-bound sky watcher could see.
Of special interest was the Jovian moon Io.
This body has many an active volcano.
Io is literally turning itself inside-out.
This makes the moon the most fascinating without a doubt.
Categories:
probes, space,
Form:
Rhyme
With three arms and three legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes his electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are laughing.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Categories:
probes, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
With four arms and four legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Categories:
probes, introspection
Form:
Quatrain
Man explores outer space
with probes and rocket ships,
whilst here the human race
ebbs from the headlong tips
of balance: wars, famine,
waste, hunger, crime, disease,
and his wild greed worsens
the earth's untold crises.
Why not spend the vast wealth
of this world for the need
here first, then explore space
at light-speed (once we're freed
of what destroys our race)?
If not, we'll be replaced!
Categories:
probes, earth, philosophy, poverty, space, war,
Form:
Sonnet
With three arms and four legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Categories:
probes, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
With three arms and three legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes his electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Categories:
probes, philosophy
Form:
Quatrain
With three arms and three legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Categories:
probes, life
Form:
Quatrain
We chase the eyes of God
Through this cosmic dream
Are there multiple Gods
Walking through space and time
We want to know, all that you know
Satellite probes stretching to the stars
Colonizing this copper moon and this iron mars
How did we get here, God, to where you are?
Where is this beginning
Where is this end
You gave us this curious mind for
Asking deep questions like
Who, what, when why, and how?
The eyes of God dwell in this soul or
God is our dream
Categories:
probes, imagination,
Form:
Free verse