Short Radar Poems
Short Radar Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Radar by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Radar by length and keyword.
Eyes...
Misty Windows deceptively
Shielding Storms
Blowing radar-less boats within a
Woman
13 words 3 March 2017
Brilliant device
The directional ranging
Unit, the radar
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Redder kayak dewed
rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets
The Lockheed U2
Radar cross section deflects
The tracking stations
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Blessed by Russia's orthodox church
a new radar system's rehearsed
they won't be left long in the lurch
unless Mother Russia is cursed?
Santa snoring loud
with Doppler radar tracking
Christmas is coming
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As the Earth man dreamed and yearned, his story takes an exciting turn,
NASA radar caught a blip, moving balls to the wall, My God it's a ship...
Blips repeat on man's optic nerve
Reflections of each shapely curve
The impulse to meet
Slows the beat of his feet
And to greet the target he'll swerve
There once was a witty "tot", Tim,
His "radar" detected all the slim.
With "level" of glee,
He'd "deified" spree,
"Level" elated, Thats Tim's whim!
I was driving faster than I should,
so a cop with his radar said “good,
I’ve been waiting all day,
for you to come my way,”
but I got there as fast as I could!
Drones,
Silent with
The gaze of a Peregrine
Falcon, that
Descends
Surely, swiftly,
Bringing death.
No trial by law,
Just obliteration.
And like the Peregrine,
It knows no borders.
Was it a cat I saw one rainy noon
When Anna played with Hannah with a spoon?
Johnny Dune's radar was sharp;
Trick tunes with Madam Harp;
Kayak ran like racecar on the moon.
How come birds never run into things
Are they born with radar under their wings
Humans should take note
Strap a radar gun under our coat
Instead of ending up with our head in a sling
Just a gentle man who wanted a bigger town, more stuff to share.
Originally thought he needed city lights, prestige, and power.
Enthusiastically lives in the country, under the radar, now, with me.
Men have radar when it comes to pretty ladies
It keeps on keeping on, though still in our eighties
Thought by now
Be grazing with cows
Like a hard-charging bull, I snort and roar daily
I am but a speck
Insignificant
Not even a blip
On a radar screen.
Overwhelmed sometimes.
Spirit and flesh
Dust and water.
Invisible
Often ignored
Or unseen
Unnoticed
A fairly
Unknown
Tiny
Speck
An idea sprouts
a heterodox notion
Sweeps 'cross my radar ~
atavistic wave on the ocean...
Can there really be
in this metaverse evolved
A concept so novel, so fresh
it gets people involved...
words are...
thought-road norms with
a built-in radar as...
the met-a-four lane-gauge
for under standing bridges...
and the intersections that sent-tense
stans sand
...
lane gauges
Sun
Radiant, balmy
Sparkling, showing, instituting
Light, luminosity; Radar, insight
Following, shining, guiding
Bright, tranquil
Moon
(Diamante/Without letter "E")
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
17/01/2023
At a spot of roadside, shaded
A predator on the prowl
Concealed itself and waited
for prey to run afoul…
Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.
Down to my toes
up to my belly button.
Feel cross-currented web of my fingers and
inside and outside my ear.
Back of my knee
itched when was young
but no longer on radar screen.
Numb?
Air's to breathe
water's to drink.
All else, frankly, is
negotiable.
This old madam bought a big Christmas tree,
size could be problem she did not foresee.
Low level door frame it hit,
on dewed lawn she let it sit.
She dodged mind’s radar while on shopping spree.
The ocean is his mistress
She has gotten under his skin.
He has changed his address
To the Gulf of Mexico. Can you imagine?
He has never wanted anything more
Than to live off shore.
He'll fish all day by radar
And lay out at night underneath the stars.
First hope in a radar screen
A golden cup of dreams
in your schemes
in the scent of light
A mirror reflection of petrified time
A way to live
A way to die
A way to love
and also lie
The rain falls low
The wind rides high
the sun blazing bright
the eagle soars
Beware of the albatross, under radar he flies.' If he gets
To a neck hold? I say' kiss your 'foi gras' goodbye.!
Forget about co-ahesion, play it cool with your hand.'
Now you're clear of the wilderness, keep your counsel
Private, stay ever oh so slightly un-planned.'