Short Selects Poems

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


Stone Sculpture

The sculptor selects 
a mallet and a chisel, 
repositions the 
rock, creates the tailings to
pave the statue’s patron path.
art
Form: Tanka


Premium Member The Sun's Face

The Sun selects her cheeriest face
   when heaviest rains abate

There's nothing worse
   than daylight gray

as with bated breath
   here on Earth
      the Sun's face
         ~ we do await
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member It Only Hurts When I Fantasize

Intimate relations
          bring elation to some
        but to others frustration

        In which case
          they may take a vacation
        or try partner rotation

        Rare is the homosapien
          who selects amputation

Premium Member Senryu

Senryu poem form
Sketches   mental image 
Selects human weak points
Someone's lone character
Short amount of words in
Sets of 5 7 5 per line, amount 
Seventeen syllables 


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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Pleiades

Relationship

parents and siblings occurs by nature.
that is a naturally made relationship.
friendship is a relationship that accompanies us.
life partner is the only relation which,
we selects and makes it a ship.
so be careful in selecting a life partner.
or else the life ship will drown in a sea of sorrow.


Cement

In youth, we laughed with a stupid friend, 
Wandering the streets all night without an end. 
Friends are few, time is scarce, now here we are, 
Regretting in sorrow, as we ponder so far.

Life, like a sieve, sifts and selects, 
Those who are soft clay, do not connect. 
In youth, not yet molded like cement clay, 
When grown, like sand, they drift away.
Form: Rhyme

Result Rests In Soul

Before love or liking  		
                                           mind or heart selects		
                                             of own interests		
		
                                               After all billings 		
                                     with unconditional ceiling limits		
                                             result rests in Soul
Form: Verse

Nativity

NATIVITY
At a warm nativity
Is written a cold mortality
And in solitary wait the reaper
To harvest as he wish and gather

At the very warm cradle
Already the mourners trouble
Their faces an actor’s mask
To hold their hypocritical task

And above in heavenly nest
In full and total earnest
The lord already selects his seed
To cast away according to deed.
Form:

Miss Lovina

Miss Lovina chooses her prey,
By reading poetic verse.
When she selects whom she may,
Their invitation she’ll disperse.
She sends all of her love along,
Together with a photograph.
She cares not if it’s right or wrong,
It’s a hallmark of her craft.
Miss Lovina’s interests 
Lean toward the pornographic.
She’ll put our server to the test,
Trying to keep up with the traffic.
© Tony Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Zen Mode

spontaneity too needs fuel so it draws nectar from source being the reservoir of the universe holding all existence in its womb and yet there within it it selects effervescence of an octave correspondent to affinity of collective memory within our mind wherefrom it surges as a hue of that colour at which our heart still beats leaving a unique imprint in space

Chapter of Challenge

Fifty five year old me will be a gypsy. Solar powered bike/ car hybrid towing a tent will be my mode of transport. Unfolding continent selects destinations. Isolated majesty I will claim enrichment from.

                                           spinifex spikes paint
                             sore heart splendour patched up dusk
                                            remedies sunstroke
Form: Haibun

As the Four Seasons Pass

As the four seasons pass,
When a woman adorns the attire of the season,
The season turns its page.

A man carefully selects his seasonal clothes,
Yet the season continues to gaze back at me.

‘The Flower and the Bee’

To a single bee,
The flower seems to bloom in full grace.

The bee appears to be dreaming,
Yet the flower reaches out toward another dream.

Beyond that distant mountain, the flower
still blooms.

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