Short Programme Poems

Short Programme Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Programme by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Programme by length and keyword.


I'D Pay To See That

I 
would
love to see
a tv programme
that explains all of the 
reasons why we need those
‘External Use Only’ warning labels.
Form: Shape


Premium Member Artist of the Seas

underwater art created by puffer fish aqua sea beckons Inspired by a tv programme I watched yesterday clip shown is from you tube 05~28~17
Form: Haiku

La Guerra Es Un Crimen

busca la direccion
de la paz
busque el programme
en la tele
donde lo ha buscado
dime por favor
busco un chica
para compatrir
eso es 
la loque bisco
la guerra
es un crimen
Form:

Premium Member Interference

Interference is annoying
        When the Radio crackles
         Making the programme    
         Unable to listen to
         The cause is high wire
         Drowning out the radio
          Making it unpleasant
                  to hear
Form: Verse

Premium Member Ouch - Little White Lies

My hubby just fell out of bed He banged his elbow and his head Now I can hear groaning Expletives and moaning I’m certain that he isn’t dead! Only the first line is true – last night we watched a programme on how easily people lie but on this occasion I would call this poetic licence 10/10/18
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Before and After

Before and after 
May show a positive difference
Like a weight loss program
That deceives and soothes people's eyes
But never time and aging
Time comes and goes
Aging lingers and deteriorates
And both of them leave or linger
Without any concrete reasons 
And of course
Without your permission 
And of course 
Without the control of man

The Lord Is Risen

Jesus is Lord ! 

It's a new season
Christ has risen

His Word is spoken
tomb stone is broken

solved is our problem
by a joyful programme

some failed to believe
even those who percieve

but me and you do
as we are born anew

far from darkness
deep in brightness

we have no doubt
empty tomb, He is out

Jesus is Lord
thanks be to God.

Drencho_POET_Loads
Form: Rhyme

Who Am I?

I am the person next to you,

Sitting on that seat,

The person who raises her hand at every beat

Trying to understand who, where and why?

What for, when and how?

Is this the best way? 

Can it be better? 

Does it really matter? 

Then it goes on from there, 

Like a programme in the air,

That’s how my mind works, 

Drawbacks and benefits is where my mind lurks.
Form:

My Vernacular

Check your cheques
You must realise or recognise
Quarrelling analysing skillfully
Without criticism centre or colour
Judgement no theatre of grey of arguement
Like a boats draft determined by draughtsman
Curbing ones thoughts like avoiding a roads kerbs
An encyclopaedic almost an un-parallelled programme 
A marvellous jewellery there not of aluminium but of pure Gold
Just English
© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member never say never

I never thought that I would say this out loud
but the quality of AI-poetry 
has unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse

where are the days when it regurgitated 
plagiarised phrases

where are the days when it made gallant efforts
to emulate Suzette Prime

I guess that it hinges on which programme one uses

I never thought that I would say this at all
but clankers have hallucinated themselves into irrelevance

Premium Member Being Frank

Frank Spencer’s so accident prone He’s a walking disaster zone ‘Oooooh Betty’ he cries- She covers her eyes Frank shouldn’t be left on his own! 8,8,5,5,8 *shouldn't classed as 2 syllables Frank Spencer was a character in a programme called ‘some mother’s do ave em’ When something went wrong his catch phrase to his wife was ooooooh Betty On a Lim Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 04/01/22
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Goodt' Mourn'Ink

let be...the pressures
of mind...
as...traces of

a yesterdays...
lateness of...even-ing
your calendar...sit

please...andt
listen...to
your mourning...as

this mornings tempo...radio
programme plays...some of
the most...relaxing

classics...written
for...the years
to come andt...gone by

that...v'welcome you
to my...morning
v'world of...a v'wakening

mind...v'what be
your thoughts of...this
officiated morn or...mourn


stan sand
(piled)
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

The Interrupt

Programmed to fail but the rogue programme sails on
into decimal places where few people have gone.

Is it that time already?, said Teddy, 
who was going to a picnic with Yogi.

The answer on the street,
it's time for us to meet

But it's Thursday, exclaimed Friday
who was sat under a palm tree.

I woke in Tewkesbury and
who knows where that is.

it's okay
I'm rearranging the signals
trying for better reception
and not going mental
as some would suggest.
Form: Rhyme

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