Short Radio Poems
Short Radio Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Radio by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Radio by length and keyword.
it was
seventeen
ninety one
just one
of those
years
a passing
note in
time
Mozart died
but is still
alive
Form:
Tesla Coil Radio
Rock and very strange
In your ears Tesla does spark
Enlighten writings
on the radio;
are songs, my love, not words
to bridge this rift
you are exorcising
memories of love, but why?
Why are these songs playing
When it's him whom I'm thinking of?
Why do these lyrics they're singing
Often match how I am feeling?
a colour blindness
without patronization
rock and roll my king
listening to its vinyl
long before the video
© Harry J Horsman 2018
I do not watch TV
use it like a radio
listening to it
but rarely looking up
wonder if this is what other baby boomers do
I suspect it is
Barking dog, siren, and boom box
Are among the top voter squawks
There's no solution
To noise pollution
But your Congressman says money talks!
How many of you can recall
The days of detective series on radio
Inner Sanctum
Perry Mason
Visuals weren't needed for great shows
Hemming my new bell bottoms.
Summer radio blaring to best seventies hits.
School's out ~ life is good.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2026
Yes, the topic we have for today
( We are on a ten second delay.)
would most surely be me!
Where would all of you be?
If I do not run down or nay say?
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry - Radio
Love is falling.
Love hurts.
Love is soul destroying,
Without her.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I laid alone in the night's still,
a radio to my ear...until
into my friendless mind would seep
the liquid melodies of teenage sleep -
as it would slowly fill.
if you have the voice
this is your choice
you can sell
if you speak well
be the star of your show
go now you know
INTO
RADIO let th sound blow
GO IN TOO RADIO
that song
you love i won
we had so much fun
we ran in the sun
when to see a show
now playing it on the radio
remember it was in june
that it
ON THE RADIO IS
OUR TUNE
And the radio silence is making me cipher my feelings
Into higher words beyond the expression of meanings,
Making me loosen my grip on reality through new thinkings.
Old Time Radio and dramatic shows
Without the visuals, emphasized the audio
Music to assist
The passion of a kiss
Or your mind envisions a deathblow
Radio belts out summer tunes
Enticing whiffs of chipwagon attract anyone hungry
Seagulls circling answered the call
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
revenge in a pill
gossip needs skill
conversations kill
from a deceitful shill
her hateful thrill
conversations kill
reputations to fill
lies spin in a mill
conversations kill
Excruciations---
tuned up...
Yearnings---
beated out...
Agony---
amplified...
And---
A ripple ruffled through
the dampened self
to break
it's
Slumber...
V@@S...
When I was a wee one many years ago
Dreamt of Roy Rogers and Superman on the radio
Before all this hi-techie
Action stuff on the telly
Visualized the action in my mind like a dynamo
Can't get my station
Static driving me crazy!
No good reception
Got radio blues
And my tape deck's broken too
No CD player
What's a guy to do
When his music won't come through?
I guess I'll just sing!
these few words...as a burst of energy
my emergency radio
one single transmission...attention held captive
like colors on a kaleidoscope
systematically decipher...a mountainous thought
with such a steep slope
Birds chirp like ready to have their own party, the sun brightly shines
The melody of nature cannot be compete with other tune
Universe plays its own magnificent song, intricate beauty
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My Philip’s radio very old
My youth all to hold
To listen to things like songs
To learn sometimes wrongs
Old like the lamp to withhold
In a corner for long unfold
My Phillip’s radio very old
Made me today’s very strong
TV is my radio
I listen but rarely watch
drawing cartoons
writing poems
playing word games
multi-tasking while others watch
I was trained to do this from childhood
thanks to my parents’ radio
and a mother who quilted, knit and cooked