Short Selections Poems

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


Premium Member Free Will Exert

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Example for Destiny or Choices Contest
4-18-2016
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Djt and the Gop

A MAGA cap was among the selections
  It brought back some dark recollections

    Stormy Daniels cost DJT a few erections
      ~ Trump cost the GOP a few elections
Form: Clerihew

By the Garden

A sonata of symphony’s;
          Collectivities of boundless energy.
Natural selections seeds of fun,
      So much flower sex
                                     Has gone on.
Form:

Relatively Speaking

Bless them all, I love them dearly 
With all of their imperfections 
They are a reflection of myself -
Ironic genetic selections



(Posted for Mothers Day 14th May in New Zealand)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Make Up Your Mind

Choices in life are not easy to make.
Contain two or more selections.
Be aware of which selection you take.
Since sometimes there's no reversions.
Leaving a sequel of deceptions.









Nayda Ivette
9-18-2015


Gravity

In a world of hopeless escape;
Dreams of freedom fill the eye.
      And as the flickering of a flame;
      Reveals the passing of their time;
The victims of an unnamed rapture;
Must choose random selections of a living desire

Get Out of My Way

As I fly above my Genius Plain
I look at life not quite the same
I see wastes of Skin attempt again
To block my right of way!
Oh, give me Beauty imperfections,
Dissect the Heart and give me sections!
So I may dine on blood and wine,
My natural selections
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Spring Selections

Wild, uncollected bouquets
Nature's artful, abundant glee
Beauteous grass-grown golden rays
Wild, uncollected bouquets
In perfumed, iris-purple haze
A kiss of green in white daisies
Wild, uncollected bouquets
Nature's artful, abundant glee.

4/28/19
Form: Triolet

Premium Member Limited Selection

The weather got cold.  He went out on the town -
a duck bought a new jacket of down.

He made his selections.  His shopping bag full -
a sheep bought a new coat of wool.

He swiveled his head.  His eyes went down the rack -
a crow found only suits colored black.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member CHANCE POEM 060824 trifles

open
    &
    banal
smatterings
submitted
weaved
   & stretched

in
gratuitoius
  pride 
     of place
triviality
  amongst
the
 representive

in
decline
slight
  impulses
filtered
by
  the
established
 contemporary
in
  random
      selections
regardless
  of debate
Form: Other

Premium Member Soprano Soloist

A distinguished soprano named Dinah
sings arias in North Carolina.
But her favourite thing,
without doubt, is to sing
selections from Handel's Messiah.

With extraordinary vigor and pith
she sings "I Know My Redeemer Liveth".
When she goes to perform
she'll be in fine form
and precisely know how to giveth.
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Democrat

I used to be a republican but now I'm a democrat.
I used to be a republican but George Bush changed that.
When it comes to voting in elections,
Republicans will no longer be my selections.
I became a democrat after seeing the shape this country is in.
I used to vote for republicans but I won't vote that way again.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member An Ernest Attempt

(Poetry Form: Divine - not included in list of selections)

The clock stood still in shock, refused to chime;
an old alarm designed to warn,
as sneak thief scrambled through
the window frame.

He thought he'd planned a perfect flawless crime;
they caught him in the early morn
when armored men in blue,
the coppers, came.
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Writing Poetry

(This form is called "Cameo" - not included in the list of selections)

The requirements involve a prescribed number of syllables in each line, in this order: 2,5,8,3,8,7,2

 (Cameo)

Hidden
words of random thoughts
mingle together in my brain,
while action
configurates laughter with tears,
dance their merry reel and form
poems.
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

blue cheese, old pickles
golden girls fickle 
like falling nickles 
drop, spin, switching sides 
heads and tails collide
craving connections 
tangy affections 
gourmet selections

these eyes fixed you right 
put you in starlight
adjusting my sight
altering flavors 
new bees to savor 
selfishness favors
blue cheeses denied 
cornbread and grits, Hi!
Form: Rhyme

Cafe Selections

Fish madam?
Price Edwards a Welsh man taught me how to poach eggs fish and rabbits
The recipe for  poached eggs is  universal
Poached perch is.....Take fillets and cheeks saute in butter with a dash of mead
Poached trout........Wrap in aluminum foil with herbs.. throw in small fire
Poached rabbit.....Debone saute in olive oiland butter...add mushrooms and  leek

Poached venison I’ve never tried

The Wind Talkers

Whispering wind through the willows
Faint echoes carried upon billows
By the wind talkers summoning the sincere
That delve into darkness without fear
Each one being called by name
To embrace the warmth of the light bearer’s flame
Calling from a focal point of the four directions
Inviting the mighty elm’s personal selections
To the place where past, present, and future meet
To join the minions of Hecate’s elite
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Abc Store

Both tourists and islanders shop at this store. It sells souvenirs, cold drinks, and much more. Find them on many streets in Honolulu. Leave the city, and they're all over Oahu. Explore these stores on the Big Island too. Go to their shops on Maui and Kauai. They even have places on Molokai. Their selections and bargains are worth a look-see. These Hawaiian convenience stores are called ABC.
Form: Rhyme

Cry Tools

When crisis brings pain,
Everyone cries for spoonfuls.
Tears, complains and demands,
Expressions have only cry tools.

Everyone needs knowledge,
And experience by the lessons,
When they have selections,
And crying to keep handfuls.

A person understands a living,
When he dislikes fools,
When he likes to live on his own,
He hates all nasty creels.

Everyone has his meaning,
When they have cupfuls,
No tears, no complaints,
When they have basinfuls.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Paper Trail - Ct

Yesterday - Lost Thoughts - Silly Words

Why Poetry - Bliss in Solitude - A Writing Day

When Spring - Cloud Castles - Red is Blue

July Sauna - Summer Thunder - August Ending

Turning Sun's Touch - Winter Gray - White Wolf

An Unsent Letter - To My Teenage Self

Needing You - Part Time Poet

Cities of Sonnets - Spring Selections

A Year Has Passed - Graduation.


7/05/19

For 'A Collaboration of Your Titles' contest

Sponsor: Charles Messina

Limited

Decisions are much easier
When choices that you face
Are limited enough that you
Find one you can embrace.

For when so many options
Are presented, you might find
It all so overwhelming that
You’re really in a bind.

You weigh the pros and cons of each
And then you might get stuck
Or possibly be tempted
(If you can) to pass the buck.

I like when my selections
Narrow down to A or B,
Which makes making a decision 
Much less filled with stress for me.
Form: Rhyme

Horns of Dilemma

C-hoose between the two, 
E-ach one is undesirable; 
C-orrect decision making 
I-s difficult to your soul. 
L-ook at the horns of dilemma, 
L-et your choice serve you right; 
E-arly twenty-fourth of July, ask for the guiding light. 

A-t the horns of dilemma, 
R-emain gazing with careful eyes; 
Q-uesting for the truth, 
U-ntil it comes from the skies. 
I-n spite of equal selections, 
L-et them give an idea; 
L-et your mind decide 
O-n the horns of dilemma.
Form: Acrostic

Our Options

We each of us make choices – 
Where to live and what to wear,
The type of work we’ll do
And just how much of life we’ll share.

A thousand small decisions
Factor in to who we are,
Determining how close we’ll get
To goals (or else how far).

Our options float before us
Every day that we’re alive.
We pick them or ignore them
So we wither or we thrive.

Though some of us are lucky
With alternatives galore,
We all make our selections
‘Til we cannot anymore.
Form: Rhyme

Sign of a Goddess

My jaw dropped and my eyes ventured perfection 
Nomadically discovering forbidden curves and a taste-worthy complexion
Heels highlighting slenderized yet voluptuous thighs 
A gentle profoundness defined within the iris of her eyes
This truly would be a Greek tragedy if I let this goddess get away
Thoughts play hopscotch with varied selections of what to say
By chance her eyes took an interesting glance
A sign!!!
It’s safe to say she’s gonna be mine
All I needed was a sign
Form: Rhyme

Dine Like Kings

Dine like kings of yore
Savor the relish meant
For lips and hips
As selections indict the mind
Towards crimes we all can
Afford and appreciate
Thwart the slab who conjures joy
In its sublime, mere presence
Make it your own to meet needs
Which wiggle beyond your reach
Settle in with family
Who seize nourishment
Some of yours
Some of theirs
Sum is fine
And in unison or arbitration
We all give way
To the voracious id
We've all been taught
And meant to be.

(3/12/08)

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