Short Propulsion Poems

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


Self Propulsion

There was a wild drink-craving pair
Who an Aussie airliner’s fuel did share.
It made in their guts masses of gases
Propelling them south via their asses.
Maori swear they’re Maero from thin air.
Form: Limerick


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                          knowledge
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                  cherishing rising thoughts
                propulsion to improvement
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Cinquain written August 5/21
For Brian Strand Contest, 4 or 5 line poem
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member Faded Glory

The light once so bright
In the humble dandelion,
The power that amazed us
In the migrating birds,
The patterns so intriguing
In frost on the window
Are not lost forever, merely
Held in reserve,
Awaiting sweet release
From the numbing effect
Of fixed preoccupations,
From the stealthy separation
Of projected self-propulsion.
© Carol Mays  Create an image from this poem.

The Swan

White and pure
Light and soft
The swan shows strength
As launched aloft

Gliding smooth
Across the lake
Majestic king
Or disguised fake

He swims so gently
Yet below sight
The propulsion needed
Take all his might. 

Analogous  with calm
And chaos in equal measure
The swan hoodwinks us all
In his apparent pace of leisure.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tumbleweed

I was drifting through life resembling a tumbleweed,
Encountering life's challenges at each unseen bend.
Just tumbling along paying things little heed
Propulsion provided by each day's prevailing wind.

My vision was clouded and I had a misplaced trust
My thoughts became consumed by things past tense.
My armor, never shiny, was now devoured by rust
Cancer was my stopper, not some barbwire fence.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Who We Are

Unlike all other species on the Earth
We do not explore and move and spread out
Based on necessity or compulsion.
No, we do so simply because it’s there.
It is our nature, given us at birth.
We are restless unless we move about.
Our wild, restless hearts fuel our propulsion,
And onward and forward do we repair.
Our unquiet hearts are surely a sign
Of our heavenly home for which we pine.
Form: Rhyme

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