Short Purpose Poems

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


Supreme

...to wish, crave to be,

                 remember, then live the dream,

                 life's purpose supreme...
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Our purpose

We don't just live life to survive God put us here for a purpose it might just take us all our lives to find that purpose
Form: Monoku

Echo

each day echoes the
last one, a cosmic cycle
of gray, cold mornings,
and trying to find purpose
in every single moment.
Form: Tanka

Water

Word of God 
Almighty Lord 
Testimonies of his word 
Everlasting purpose and promise 
Rejoice in fulfillment to be pure
Form: List

Premium Member Blaming Everyone Else

life hands out marbles
I swallow mine on purpose
clogging my body
loudly choking and screaming
blaming everyone else now
Form: Tanka


Divinitatem Hominum

In the act of creation,
we feel most alive

Releasing the lifeforce
—our purpose defined

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member God Had A Purpose

God's Purpose Miracle Man 8/10/2028 The Widow Maker, Sudden Cardiac Arrest, God had a purpose.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Maya Means Illusion

When woke from the dream,
I remember life's purpose:
A dream so vivid,
Yet temporarily lived.
All I learn, stays forever.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Tis Apt, Fit For Purpose

Listen to poem:
Cap fits the purpose
Attired neat to tread
Smart as a new pin
A snug bug in new rug
Swell-heeled, clad
A shoo-in for sure

Premium Member Use the Time You'Re Given

The clock just ticks away Walk with purpose today
In Its Essence contest 10/12/14 Barbara Gorelick
Form: Verse

Premium Member Higher Purpose

No life has ever been 

Wasted


If


A higher purpose has

Served!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
       23 July 2015
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Violations of Humanity

hurting a puppy without a conscious
injuring a toddler on purpose
bludgeoning someone you once loved
a violation of humanity

Premium Member Life Goal

my highest life goal leaving something here of worth you will remember
written October 4, 2021
Form: Senryu

The Definition of Success


SUCCESS ISN'T ABOUT FAME, IT'S FINDING YOURSELF AND BEING WHO YOU ARE UNAPOLOGETICALLY ON PURPOSE. 

“JUST MY THOUGHTS “

The Definition of Success


SUCCESS ISN'T ABOUT FAME, IT'S FINDING YOURSELF AND BEING WHO YOU ARE UNAPOLOGETICALLY ON PURPOSE. 

“JUST MY THOUGHTS “

Premium Member Child of Mine

Precious child of mine

Giving me purpose in life.

Creation of you

My greatest accomplishment.

The creator of my joy.
Form: Tanka

Lesson 42

X marks the notion
Yonder, purpose is dearer,
Zealot in motion.
Ah, you've finally found it!
D'oh, in the rear-view mirror...
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Purpose Is Wrapped In a Dream

one without purpose has lost their ability to dream~so dream big


https://youtu.be/b9HpOAYjY9I




Alexis Y.
01/10/2020
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Brewhaha

just enough coffee
just enough heat
splash of cream
like drinking a Dream






(title misspelled on purpose, brouhaha.)
Form: Monoku

Grateful Me

A Marine once strong, now gently retired,  
A student of life, still humbly inspired,  
Kindly, he walks with purpose and grace.
Form: Bio

Premium Member Obsessions

  in autumn’s dampness
a moth of fervent purpose
     becomes another's-
  diamond lattice glinting
  before a hunter’s moon
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Savior's Season

Season of our Savior soaring saintly
Passions of his purpose popping plainly
Christmas and his christenity, cruising courteously
Form: Haiku

Purpose Of Segregation

Separate 
The
White 
Jews
From 
The
Black
Jews

And

Separate 
The
White 
Christians 
From 
The 
Black
Christians

Premium Member The hummingbirds hover

for a reason,
and a purpose,
stronger than
mine,

even after
a blurred abstract

that sometimes
shines
closer
to realism.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.
art

Nothing Left For Me, Yet I Still Feel Purpose

I am the brush of my own canvas for I paint with the blood of a god I make my own path for I am art I am guilt I am grief I am wrath

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