Short Spain Poems
Short Spain Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spain by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spain by length and keyword.
Unasked questions hide truths from you
Asking them offers hope
Why did the East long shun Europe
Until post - '92 [1492]
There was once a man from Spain
Who waLked down a dark lane
He thought he had a zit
And said “I’ll squeeze it a little bit”
Orgasmic, I’ll squeeze it in a minute again
There once were two lovers from Spain
Caught getting frisky on a train.
Sweaty and coiled,
Their passions embroiled,
While the conductor charged onlookers to remain.
There was a daredevil boy from Spain
Who wanted to go to the USA by train,
The train fell into the Ocean,
Causing a global commotion,
So he swam across rather board a plane.
Iran's offside goal
Costa's wicked ricochet-
hushed vuvuzelas
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
The rain in Spain has nothing on us
Seems our annual rainfall their records we'll bust
A charming thought
We'll need a yacht
To get the market for some salami and stuff
Costa, Nacho goals
first World Cup VAR decision-
Ronaldo hat trick
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
The Head of Spanish Geese
couldn’t find a single Portu-geese
Even the prettiest of ‘Pretty Pleases’
Couldn’t persuade those geeses
~ to renew their visas
Sagrada Familia in Barcelona,Catalonia, Spain
began construction in 1882 AD but strain
of wars and life was an energy drain
Still under construction
City's holy structure will gain
people's approbation
Through the
Hills of Spain,
Pink and white
Cortez flowers
Adorning the
Enchanted blue windmills
Underneath this gray December sky,
Are Don Quixote and his esquire
Poncho, riding through the Spanish flames
The rain in Spain has nothing on us
Seems our annual rainfall, their records we'll bust
A charming thought
We'll need a yacht
To get the market for some salami and stuff
© Jack Ellison 2015
A disastrous sunflower,
Poe is hour after hour
now studied the way a murder is
by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes
long-lived even in death,
he suffers in hell
through our eyes on the page
and our ears thereafter.
I
In my palace,
I have built a hundred fountains.
Though they play all day,
none can match
the sparkle of her eyes.
II
In my garden,
I have created paradise.
Alas, the chaffinch
sings her heart out
in my neighbor's tree.
What we currently see from radical Islam
is inaccurately termed ‘anti-Semitism’
It actually is fanatical hatred of the Jews
as ancient as Abraham ~ it will inevitably lose
Glorious Spain after 1492, and the cost
Long forgotten, but for Bartolomeo de Las Casas
O the lie of OUR WORK ETHIC! How did Catholic Iberia
Rule the Americas (1492 -1898), dominate Europe?
You can rule, too, if you enslaved all of the Americas!
Limerick : Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 2
Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Found refuge in Napoleonic Domain
Antics at home found out
In new home given clout
All criminal codes waived to let her reign !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick : Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 3
Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Got the old suction pump jerking again
She pumped herself so hard
They said she set record
Till sewers now run through her to the Seine.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
There once was a pretty girl from Maine
That her beauty spread to Spain
She didn't want to marry
Because the man's name was Larry
So the people thought her insane
NOTE: I'm having a ball finding all my old poetry. I wrote this when I was 11! So much fun reading my old things. :D
I freely admit and hereby disclaim
when writ 'twas a pitiful rhyme
and all those moments
will be lost in time
like tears in rain
in Spain
they stay
mainly in the plain
or so they say
and yet are washed away
down the drain
never to be shed
or seen again
The Rain In Spain falls gently on the Plain
In NYC it backs up sewers once again
Creating puddles that take two weeks to drain
Oil slicks abound the terrain
Causing motorcyclists lots of pain
Cursing and Swearing is what sustains
In the Abundance of Late-Running Trains
Form:
Spain
Dear Spain
Little twinkling land
No land of hate and war
Teared from past wars
Little twinkling land
Has seem so much
Has gone through so much
Little land of peace and tranquillity
Had seen wars and disasters
Had seen blood and flash
Little twinkling land of
Spain
Sunset of Spain
Your beautiful eyes
Pouring fresh cups of light
Upon ships, seas and sails
Fairy tale castles and blue windmills
Running through your fields of grace
Oh, my sweet darling sunset of Spain
Forever burning your bright orange flame
My aching heart, beg thee to stay, here with me
Limerick : So this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 7
On Jan. 16 : declares lost her paper(s)
On Jan. 17 : Consulate declares her spinster
Next day abandons son
Sets up shop : Free Maison*
Named worthy Napoleons’ Sexual Advisor !
• Maison : French for house or even firm.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick : Once this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 5
Now this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Pumped hard to become Free-Maisons’ Main Drain.
Only thing left to win :
Marianne* in dung-bin –
National Assembly long lock-jawed – slain !
• Marianne : symbol of the French Republic
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Limerick : Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain – 4
Then this Wily Woman from Franco’s Spain
Married a divorcee and put Church in chain
There, she said : « Me ? Married ! »
Here, she said : « Me ? Curried ! »
Free-Maisons dubbed her : Saint Marianne* Brain !
* Marianne : symbol of the French Republic
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013