Short Roars Poems

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


Premium Member Me Roars

me roars
mere roars

-------but -------

me rea-roars
me air-roars.....

------ so ------

me air-oars
me airh'orse

--- meaning ---

me, or us, mirror
mere-error  mere-air-roars


stan sand
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Premium Member In Roars Midnight

        
      Exact the moment
        precise the time

      In roars midnight
        buried, her chimes

      Screaming winds 
        startled creatures

      Storm-clouds harbingers
        winter’s preachers
Form: Rhyme

Moonlight on the Beach

Forget more
She says
How could I forget
Your hands in mine 
On the beach
Without sunshine

Cool dark night 
Feet buried in sand
Water splashing, Creating roars
Cutting rocks through time
Under the moonlight
You are mine, you are mine
Form: Rhyme

Drumfire Roars

A skull rocking sky-rumbles,
spills over rooftops,
salvos shake mind-cradles,
bruise landscapes.

I return home to a house
crouching under a pressing menace.

A tormenting sky slowly passes by,
nonetheless, I won't leave here
until my timid tabby cat
leads the way.

When Thunder Roars

When thunder roars in sky
everyone finds place to hide
when lightning flashes its eyes
all believe its searching for him
Yet humans build weapons
that boom as thunder in hillside
and flash great lights and flames
as lightning in faraway skies
then who holds gourd of courage?


Premium Member The Lion Roars Again

The courageous Lion roars again
With strength, yet compassion
Protective, loving and loyal
Be strong and courageous in this way
And you will reach the highest of mountains
And you will be able to say ...
You lived life fully, complete, without regrets
            --- Masterfully ---

Heidi Sands

7/19/17

Premium Member I Know Why the Caved Bear Roars

I know why the caved bear roars
he can't sleep cuz the other snores
so he paces the cold bare floors
longs for the beach and an ice cold Coors.

He got the shot, used alcohol
he's been inside since early fall
all because of WHO's insistence
he stay inside, keep his distance.

He's stuck inside - spring slowly thaws
while he's inside washing his paws
and so he roars - a bellow thin
a roar that just brought up more phlegm.

John G. Lawless
3/16/2020
Form: Rhyme

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