Short Record Poems
Short Record Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Record by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Record by length and keyword.
cancer survivor
eight years with a clean record
feeling some relief
year nine is a killer year
cancer takes body hostage
A poem is a
freezing
inner conscience
someone threw
by a stone
as it breaks
It's the record of those groans.
An event.
in a dream a record store
groovy man its lesley gore
voice mid soprano
and a piano
sleepy sandmans muzak score.
Geronimo Stomp
That has a nice ring to it.
Go Barry Darvell.
What a catchy melody.
A record from yesteryear.
LOVE creates the LIFE and
FRIENDSHIP makes the LIFE.
both LOVE and FRIENDSHIP is same
respect them.
make a record in your life.
I entered the fray
bent the discussion
Yet to record for posterity
my pen lacked the percussion
SONG
a voice
melody
the record player
in my big brothers' room
magical seventy-eights
"my musical friend and savior"
All the music done by ear
Hammered out by courier
Lyric carried all the cheer
While record shows the blow and beer.
~TH~ 03/19/15
Everything you said,
Was conjuring up the dead.
The countless sleepless nights;
Scenes running through my head,
Haunted by the dead.
Storm warning, record rain
Jet stream, El Nino waters
Wind gusts and mudslides
For Brian Strand's Poetry of the Noun contest
Without a fair means to endure
Inflation puts some in the sewer
The Fed might raise rates
Until it abates
But their record makes us unsure
amid dry, gray dust
translucent spheres of glass
record a lunar past
https://www.livescience.com/china-rover-spots-glass-spheres
Raise me higher 'til I'm inside Her,
To be exposed and proven a Liar
If ruled a Fool, so then build the Pyre
Record my words then set me on fire!
I came out here
To record nature
But found nature
Had herself recorded
In greater detail
And better form:
‘Nature has done her part
Do thou but thine!’
you never know
when the record player strikes
and vinyl floats and sums
pop stars melt down
to ordinary people
while female choir sings meekly
Sofa Cushions
I let the cushions on
the sofa in the
downstairs living room record my
sleeping patterns because
that’s what she
loves to do.
Ancient Peruvians used the quipu
To record events for more than a few.
Cord with knotted string
Messages to bring
Future accounting for me and for you.
I
Have
Shut
Off
The
Lights
Reed
Switches
Engaged
By
What used to be my record player
Now
Dances
Circular
Songs
Dancing
Into
The
Void
Congradulections
We prayed and we prayed
for the "record" to be broken...
Now respect what was said
by "those" who have spoken!
01st Sept' 2013
I’m hurtling through time and through space
And I’m driving at a record pace
But the more that I drive
The later I’ll arrive
It’s time I did an about-face
sequence-IMAGISM
I
record
what I see-
two images
fuse-
thought
pauses
within me-
then verse sets it
free
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
In my dream I was in a record player,
On and track that kept spinning,
The music blasting from all directions,
Then it stops and everything went silent and still.
Am I in the groove or on the right track?
My record player goes clickety-clack,
The lyrics I hear are all in pig-Latin,
Backed by the sounds of downtown Manhattan.
The world against her
But destiny had other plans.
From barren land
To boundless fortunate.
From testament to record book
The resilience to luck and hard work.
the circus, hooray
but I do not go
instead I am locked away
with only a pot to pee in
I escape through the window to play in the yard
a permanent mark on my record
Form: