Short Spacing Poems
Short Spacing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spacing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spacing by length and keyword.
Finally music
Magically settles nerves.
Sounds all the slower.
Feelings slowly overtake
My innermost mind's own core.
Cheer out if you’re listening
Truly must your heart-mind be - singing
Across and spacing as seasons
Dance away ‘til next ceasing.
A sexual relationship
or an asexual one
depends if the spacing
~ comes undone
we being aware...means
we are time-ware...meaning
we wear a 'where-ness'...whenever
we who...why's-which what?...when
we knead a...'some-how'
stans sand
-ancient greece used no spacing or punctuation etc-
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Songbirds bathing
In the liquid sun
Spacing themselves
Evenly upon
The gray
Telephone lines
Still, one by one
Praying and receiving
Their call from above
Well, ain't this a good God
Before there was light
before there was sound
Gravity wandered
the universe round
Plotting the orbits
of things still to come
Spacing the essence
of all zero-sum
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
one breath length- the limiting factor
words&wordplay- essential to say
rhyme&chime- most of the time
image&inspiration- your muse will choose
visual spacing- to ease the eye
form- just a device -not the reason why
one breath length- the limiting factor..
words&wordplay- essential to say..
rhyme&chime- most of the time..
image&inspiration- your muse will choose..
visual spacing- to ease the eye..
form- just a device -not the reason why..
Like an artist preparing his canvas and pallet,
I open a file and format the page.
I set the type style and font size and spacing.
It’s an ordinary ritual beginning the process
Of writing something someone finds extraordinary,
Or not. The merit of art is never predetermined.
The sky is clear
the air bracing
Yet streets are empty
social distance spacing
Fear grips our hearts
keeps loved ones apart
A deluge of dark news
tightens the screws
But wait: What is this
I heard some good news
Dare I repeat it ~
If they let me, I would
pre-shakespeare saw no spacing, punctuation (even periods) etc
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...xpressionsignifyingifts...
...oughthisantasalivaryearn...
...ingspacexpressingreed...
...reamsingingoodaysongs...
stan sand
Sneaking in the side door,
dimming lights hang from the ceiling.
We gathered in groups of 4 or less
safeguarding our space.
Each in turn
had the chance to speak.
within the shrinking four walls
of the room.
After each had spoken their peace
we left the room like zombies.
No hugs, no touches,
nothing to show that we were ever there.
It's not in my pocket
Where could it be
And now I can't find it
I can not see
Where did I put it
Where could it be found
It's like a square locket
Since it is not a-round
I do not see it
Am I that blind
Do I have no wit
Do I have a mind
Or am I just spacing
Out and and it can't be found
MY heart is racing
And thumping with a loud sound
tornados
t e r r o r i z e
trees
July 14, 2021
Contest: Just A Few Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists
of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact
order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is
done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only
three words in the poem.
“Boundries”
You move them without warning
To respect your lines, I need a map.
If you want clear spacing,
set no trap.
A course worth following,
can be seen in a snap.
Aversions to trespassing
may avoid a big flap.
I want a lot more talking
to be happy and clap
But for communicating,
“boundries” are just crap.
- - -
JDZoller Copyright © 2- 8-10
Should I abandon reality's fear?
Open the sky and unlock it clear?
My little gold keys are all I can hear.
Imagination is a dimension,
That twists and warps all singularity.
I find a hallway of bolted down doors,
There is no staircase, but a hundred floors.
Spacing out on rolling, green ocean shores...
I separate myself from five senses.
Reaching for eternity and my soul--
How in moonlit dusk winging low
Arms stroke, up down in thrilled embrace...
Where lips press firmly, breaths aglow
To taste summer's rush-- its wild chase!
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Originally Written 5/09/2019
Excerpt from 'Romancing Summer'
~Line Spacing Revised
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Arbitrium Divisa 2 Poetry Contest of Gregory R Barden
Re-post: 6/25/2019
words
emerge organically
as blossom
from
inspiration
&
embrace
a
natural
placement
to
visually
evolve
into
verse
in
a harmonious
dance
twixt content
& form
unfurling
as a flower
in the sun
on
the emotional landscape
of symbiotic
thought
becoming
a
rich tapestry
perceivable
wordplay
indentation
spacing &
line break
woven cadences
of expressive
effect
December brings out the artist in me
When we decorate our Christmas tree
Spacing the lights out just so
Hanging bulbs that glisten and glow
It’s a masterpiece every year
Creating memories precious and dear
I love to sit and sip a cup of tea
Admiring the brilliant artistry
Scent of fir tree always reminds
This the season for joyous times
For goodwill and peace on earth
Celebrating our Saviors birth
writers
p u r s u e
verbosity
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readers
d e s i r e
brevity
[Brevette form]
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette.
Written 30 Oct 2020
I am lying on floor
Meditating, pen in my hand
Many thoughts, just breathing
Counting breaths
I embrace it all with serenity
Wine in glass
I'm spacing
Mind a glazing
Writing to you
I will write, again, again
I never stop writing
Until, I can find words to touch you
And until then, I will write
Carefully and slowly
The world has yet to awake
I unfold myself from inside
Morning quiet, alone, and in hiding
To my nose she was a stick of incense.
Filling me whole, her eyes.
The ashes fell,
Spacing her walk.
With smoke closely trailing.
The sun quickly set.
There's no where in the world I'd rather be.
An empty room filled by you.
A hint of spice mixed with something sweet.
The steadiness of warmth no matter day or night.
To relax and fall into deep sleep.
The smoke dancing through my dreams
In wait to be lit again
Racing your automobile in the rain.
Clouds overhead and the streets are all slick.
Spacing yourself, staying right in your lane.
Crowds all around wond’ring what makes you tick.
Pacing’s important but drives you insane.
How do you think you’ll accomplish this trick?
First place would mean more than you comprehend.
Worst case scenario: a fiery end.
5/31/19
Rima Ottava Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
“You can ring my bell, ring my bell, you can ring my bell” Anita Ward
He
rings my
bell so well that
he is like an artist
at his craft because he pushes
all my buttons, but in a way sublime.
Oh, how he makes me tingle from
head to
toe.
June 29, 2021
for John Anderson's Ring My Bell Poetry Contest
Someone has told me that I need single-spacing,
but I thought this WAS single spacing. I hope I am
right about this!!