Short Proudest Poems

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Get Going

Hiding in comfort
Out of fear you might stumble,
Have you forgotten
The first steps are the hardest,
Hence they will be your proudest
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Second Chance

He knew he messed up bad
Far from his proudest moment
Decisions needed to be made
It was time to grow up

Swore he’d make it up to her
If she would only forgive him
Promised she’d never regret
Giving him a second chance



AP: 1st place 2025

My Stand

Before me, concerned eyes stand. 
Perhaps you’ll someday understand.
You say my “bye-bye” sounds bland.
Proudest of fathers, wish I could stand.	
Watching you grow has been grand.
Please just hold my dying hand.
Don’t forget to pay the band. 
Before my eyes shadows stand.
Form: Monorhyme

Profound Observations

Stately totems of the proudest tribe,
not as sleek as the evergreen pine...
the blood of the Sioux flows,
the carnage is a terrible loss.

Corps sprawled as harvested corn husks
that grew on prairies beneath huge rocks....
hear the wailing of violated women,
and the loud cry of hungry children.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member He Is Herding the Hens

Where is the new foreman I asked.
He’s down in the barn, herding the hens
I ran right down. Hens are quite a task.
He had brand new bib overalls; he fit right in

He’s a little young isn’t he? I asked my mom
You were younger, she quickly reminded me
The hens took to him like a hypnotic ‘om’.
I was the proudest parent I could ever be.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Cherry Tree Butterflies

There was a cherry tree on our property Usually there would be butterflies in it The beautiful large red ones full of glory They flutter around just for my benefit They move so quietly up around the sky Sometimes they fly so very high, way up high Their proudest moments has to be in the tree Here motions are shown quickly, so very free
Russell Sivey
Form: Rispetto

Mate

When you feel your pockets empty
and your stomach treats you cruel,
someone will read beyond your eyes
and see the proudest fool.

I met him somewhere in the past,
when he was passing through,
I can’t forget the act of faith,   
and what someone chose to do.

Maybe someday the wheel will turn,
he'll be where I now be.
I'll be picking out a proud man’s face,
who once was fair to me.
Form: Rhyme

Without Love

It would cloud the sun forever
in one instant the sea would dry
shift the axis of the earth
as a weak crystal
all of this would happen!
resulting in death
cover me with its funereal crepe
but you could never shut me
from the flame of your love...

Last night I dreamed
we were standing in cold grey weather
under the proudest stars
no escape from the ocean breeze
we looked beyond
as the pale moon put on a white cloth...
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Premium Member The Proudest Day of My Life

I’m as proud as proud as can be My son’s gained his first class degree He’s a rising star And sure to go far ... He didn’t get his brains from me! He won awards for 'exceptional student of the year on his course, best individual project in his faculty (he is a world record holder for the work on his project) and he shared another award with 4 other students for the top 5 students on their course. 1st July 2016
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Poopy Pinky Swear Poop Contest



Diverticula pits up her colon Can’t eat much or intestines get swollen Ma's farts are so stinky She swears with her pinky Ain’t gonna stop her from goin’ bowl’n Ma, gran, and Fran’s bowling tournament I sat far knowing their predicament Fran’s blasts were the loudest Best bowler and proudest It’s never again and that’s permanent
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

The Chair

Sat with his children on his lap
The proudest man alive
He thought he had the whole wide world
Right there by his side.

So soon all he had was lost
Before he had chance to moan
He found himself sitting in that chair
But this time all alone.

He looked round for his babies 
They were nowhere to be seen
Only dust and fallen memories
Of where they once had been.

He still hears their laughter
Echo round the hall
He can’t believe how much he lost
He thought he had it all.
Form: Prose

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