Short Shift Poems
Short Shift Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shift by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shift by length and keyword.
the tide can shift or remain the same,we must embrace the changing tide
Alexis Y.
11/4/2020
Work
begins
at sunset;
Life on third shift
midnight’s my mid day;
Black out curtains
at sunrise,
catching
sleep.
Ceasing all striving
Resting now in contentment
Joy scintillating
Not so easy as it sounds
Din of ego all around
15-October-2020
My wife is a Registered Nurse
At 60, she still had "The Curse"
A Time Machine
Helped her come clean
But our Edsel is stuck in reverse
I vow to attain a conscious paradigm shift
Through manifesting love completely evolving,
So we may transcend, cosmically ascending.
Summer's dead leaves spin down
Autumn's red, crumbles brown
contest In its Essence
Frederic Parker 10/13/14
Fossil powered gas coal and crude
Got miners and some roughnecks screwed
With solar and wind
Their fate could be pinned
On working with fuel that's renewed
shift of the leaves
slowly changing
separating from summer
chilling whirligigs
ready for color
dying to fall
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8/27/2022
Wimper to whisper
Shouts of pain to cries of joy
Summer fading fall
From maybe to absolute
Morning shift a sky blue way
The sun rose bright with
Necessary offerings
sometimes it requires
a phase shift, rather than a
tilt, lean, sag or bend,
to shine a bright beacon light ~
to see, and be seen, in sync
Journeys and paths
Seem as favored reporting..
Excursions in and out
Of shifted experience..
A story of freedom:
No-shift may appear as a shift
Or a lost shift...
Season shift
leaves
drift and tumble
August brown
changes
September golden hue
Morning air
crisp
announcing Autumn's arrival
Summer escapes
moving
south for the winter
If this is going to work
It's time to change
How you shift
You'll be smooth as lubed
Changing gears
If you ease up on the pedal
Find your cadence
Then roll with it
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Words flow
Shapes show
Works move
Grand grooves
Wise sums
Proof comes
Write well
Feel spells
Shift mood
Glimpse good
Leon Enriquez
09 March 2017
Singapore
Again on night shift
Tell your boss to change your shift
My dear pleasant moon.
Submitted on December 09, 2019, for A Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
I CAN'T FIND COMFORT
IN THESE SKIN AND BONES
MYSELF IS LOST
TO ME
A FOREIGN BODY
A PALE VISAGE
A SLIP OF A GIRL
DISAPPEARED
INTO THE NIGHT
DARK AND SULLEN
MY MELANCOLY BABY
YOU'VE SLIPPED MY GRASP.
Game of push and pull
Interests us no longer
Be it the bear or bull
No curiosity now lingers
Our attention internal
We flow in stillness
Each pulse a miracle
Imprint of That oneness
23-August-2020
Life is full of heartbreak
Explode with raging passion
Sail in an opposing to the dock
Limit feelings and focus on logic
If you're caught off guard by the wave.
Written: May 15, 2023
night
sighs deep
shuffles listless feet
yawns and stretches
scratches an invisible itch
fumbles with some change
drops another shiny quarter
in tonight’s slotted half-moon
nods with sleepy approval
and drifts back
to sleep
ghostly figures dance
diaphanous dresses swirl
in the pale moonlight
it’s the graveyard shift
on the eve of Halloween
we’re in good spirits!
10/10/17
Senryu Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Skip me like a stone on water,
While I test my buoyancy
I float then sink, as I stop to think
Of what would become of me
The torrent drifts in endless shift
Throw my body to the Waves
For then I'm made to be its Gift,
And pleased with what I gave
Shift Change
another day slides
obliquely into dusk
clouds yawning
in a graying pall
darkness peeks
from beneath
a sulfurous moon
eyeing its fleeing prey
©1/18/2018
submitted to MIDDLE JAN STANDARD CONTEST
sponsor – Brian Stand
Limerick : Once a fine Fireman on night shift
Once a fine Fireman on night shift
Called home to check if wife was adrift
Called alarm post number
Rushed home helter-skelter
Found his wife on fire doused in the rift.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Almost awake they come dragging in, at daylight they are zombies ready to leave
Gallons of coffee is never enough,the hour before dawn is the worst
The shift from Hell, could not have a better name
Form:
dont you say,
im ok
its all a lie
all the time
im hurting
dont you see?
im bleeding bad
dont be sad
its not your fault,
its default
lets begin
again and again
no matter how long it takes
i will survive
i know i will thrive
lets go down this rode again