Short Stella Poems
Short Stella Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stella by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stella by length and keyword.
Jesus Aquando
learned all about pitching from Brando
coulda been a contenda
till Stella decided to question his genda.
Katherine Stella
Meeting Peter Cottontail,
What is on her mind?
Note:
Inspired by Kathy’s poem Peter Cottontail
There was a young lady named Della
Who fell for a handsome young fella.
It ruined her day
When he turned to say,
"I'd like you to meet my wife, Stella."
Poetic angst,
Jimmy Dean
Poetic angst,
Brando screams
“Stella, Stella,”
the spirits call
“Live Fast, Die Young”
—the fates befall
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Stella was gorgeous, like a valentine box
Charlie got his boots on, to accidentally run into her
What’s your hurry? Asked his mother.
Knowing full well who was out there.
Bronzed hunk on the beach
Trunks falling, the girls screaming
Oh my, man oh man
Written for Katherine Stella
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life2.php
The owl gazed upon the forest
As though the whole world was his fortress.
Stella H
Tresspassing the frontiers of unknown
Allows a break through to happen
Surrounding with a stella
Walking through the faith bridge
Encircling your life
Impeling to
Step out from
Comfort
Zone
Frank Stela was so postpainterly
an abstractionist as you can see*
emphasising 'flat surfaces' nothing more
rejecting emotional gesture thats for sure
*https://www.moma.org/collection/works/62336
What a poet
behave as a wise!
What a woman
think what's right
and write what's good!
I love his words
and i wonder about her
the way she plans!
I respect her
and her good work,
"Stella the great."
Kathy is a stinker
She just doesn't play fair
She makes you sad she's leaving
But she ain't going any where
And glad we are it was just in fun
It was really kinda cool
She is having quite a laugh
With her April Fool
I loved it!!!
Giant was not super enough to find it
Sorceress bowed down to help him
From afar, Popeye and Stella goggling on
What? The key or a bottle
Who? The poets
The key is near somewhere around the lock
Around left, right, up, down very closed.
Each new night
Stella might!
Shining bright,
Moon gives light
Brings delight.
New day dawns.
Dewdrops form,
Refreshed lawn.
Coloured morns.
Such adorns!
Written 9th January 2022
For the "What's New" contest.
Sponsor: Joseph May
Late, legendary American method actor, Marlon Brando
His piercing scream of "Stella!" reached a crescendo...
In "Streetcar Named Desire." A supernova in his prime
Internationally hailed as "The greatest actor of all time"
A sultry beauty dressed to thrill,
Her hair and make up without flaw,
Dull parties swing as she arrives,
Intriguing, captivating all.
She knows the famous and the rich,
And sips champagne with Royalty,
A girl that playboys want to date,
She has a secret: she’s a he…
There once was a young maiden named Stella,
Wont to sport a frown on her glabella.
When asked why that was,
She tightened her jaws,
Saying, " Ella has stolen my fella!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(Don't know what a glabella is? Consult yer Funk 'n' Wagnalls!)
I'm searching for an electric kettle.
But all I can find to plug in
In my overnight cottage lodgings
Is a bedside lamp.
And while its 40 watts emits a ration of heat.
It would never in a month of dreary Sundays.
Boil water to make a Cappucciono
Think I'll just settle for a Stella instead.
< once there was old woman on the prowl
found younger man and begun to howl
under silvery moon
fead him with baby spoon
now stomach does goo goo gah gah grawls
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Dr. Ram's Cougar Effect Contest
G.L. All
Listen to poem:
Nova Stella
David J Walker
I walk in the lapse of starlight sent
Before tonight was set
And numbered and named for
Forgotten gods framed
Against a darkened sky
In the distance you can hear
The sounds of the Nova’s lament
The White dwarf tear’s from
Another souls heaven
Its rain has nowhere to fall
There once was a blizzard named Stella
Too powerful for an umbrella
But she petered out
Losing all of her clout
Like a post-midnight-clothed Cinderella.
Her wind is still whipping around
But as for the snow on the ground
It’s in inches, not feet
Which must be bittersweet
For the ones who hoped she’d be renowned.
the thoughts in this demented mind... the pain only heard in silent cries. her mask was brilliant, hiding her tormented soul. on the outside she was strong as a bull. compliments to her personality and optimism made it easier to accept the criticism. on the inside she was ridden with self hate it all made it harder just to wait.
< eye of the tiger
mystical yet beautiful ...
even through monsoon's
Written By
Katherine Stella 10/30/11
Season Chosen Monsoon
Entry For Charles Henderson's
Very Strict Haiku G.L. All
A delightful friend
Always gets the scoop
Writes a lot on poetrysoup.
Sends comments with lol
she's a peach
she makes me proud.
Come dear girl
and speak your mind
Love to read it anytime
poems, blogs and what have you
How dear you are
do you have a clue?
Keep on writing
I love to read
your work is lovely
Yes indeed!
my life a shamble
a rumble of dogs
stella and chewy's
on my watch we eat
we pee the stairs
and with bounty
windex come handy
swiffer weeper
where are those eyes
duane reade smell good in the garden
abundance of roses the cat hides
tomorrow a new day to walk P T
Bam Bam a lots of action under kantha
the growl the drool we are all fine
< once there was a redhead gal name lucy
now skit comes to mind is real juicy
job switching with the men
conveyer belt takes a spin
chocolate oh how did she loosey
Entry For Shani Fassbender's
Favorite Television Show / Episode Remembered
I Chose I Love Lucy
Written By Katherine Stella 7/1/11