Short Rotor Poems
Short Rotor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rotor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rotor by length and keyword.
Stray Winds Flick Rotor Fingers
stray winds flick rotor fingers
uranium rods shun sun
for perpetual motion
puny pursuit of power continues...
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Categories:
rotor, history, people, science
Form:
Haiku
Madam Radar
Redder kayak dewed
rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets...
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Categories:
rotor, nature
Form:
Name
Regeneration
Suburban farmers till the ground
With rotor-blades that spin around
Slicing clods in two.
Suburban Eden, lost—then found
Every Spring, anew....
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Categories:
rotor, nature
Form:
Verse
Blood Harvest
Hay is threshed by the rotor blades,
Hay along with the arms,
Legs, and heads of the milking maids,
Down on the carrion farms.
Farmer Misogynist reaps his yield—
Satan nurtured the crop—
Psychopathology wet the field—
Whing! Now the rotor blade lops!...
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Categories:
rotor,
Form:
Quatrain
Rotor Blades That Kill
We never safeguard our progeny
by overprotecting our kids
The blankets that we spread
and fences we build
Imprison,
rather than defend
Ensuring weaker and hapless offspring
—inside a diminished and helpless world
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...
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Categories:
rotor, children,
Form:
Free verse
New Planes
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
New Planes
They say peace will reign but in America/they build many new warplanes/the new B-21 Raider bomber/what a nightmare dream for enemies/plus the superb V-280 Valor tilt rotor/moving troops twice as fast/what will be revealed next?/state of the art lethal aircraft/utterly the best beyond compare/Red China and Putin's Russia has cool birds/but nothing to compare to America/peace does not and never will sell/prepare for war with new planes...
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Categories:
rotor, america, flying, technology,
Form:
Blank verse
Palindrome 2- Springtime Memories
Springtime reminds me of my “dad.”
He loved how the flowers got redder,
When it's “noon” in spring I’m a lil lad.
I think “mom” enjoys its weather.
“WoW” as I gaze at majestic trees,
I feel peace on a different “level”.
Me and my sis “Anna” kneel on knees,
Our “civic” duty wasn’t to revel.
When we stood up we got in our “Kayak”,
In our minds it like being a in “racecar”.
Dad got one with a “ rotor” in the back.
"Sis" hoped for speed and that's bizarre.
10-5-18...
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Categories:
rotor, family, love, seasons,
Form:
Quatrain