Short Story Poems
Short Story Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Story by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Story by length and keyword.
Not out there
Nor in here
Nowhere
Yet seemingly
Someplace..
The story lives
Not knowing
How and why...
the raindrops’ story
tells a tale of great valor
A father’s brave heart,
and a daughter’s frail physique
a melodious harmony
I loved
She laughed
I cried
She mocked my advances
I lowered my head in shame
She walked out of my life forever
I died
Jonathan Price 'THE OLD,OLD STORY'
GOOD NEWS
__________ __________
)____old___ & __new____(
my new brother
begins suckling our mother
I drop her sparkly vase
dad looks on menacingly. . .
a nurse brings me ice cream
Story Telling
prehistoric art
red minerals cave paintings
communication
3/3/2016
from being small
they told it all
we set by the fall
next to a stone wall
some thing was borring
it was a
CHRISTMAS STORY
is htis just a love meal
or is it real
or one night appeal
or is it just looks
thats hook\
from above
on
STORY BOOK LOVE
Night and day I seek surprise to touch to feel to be alive
for this, each day I do revive, to learn, to grown for this I strive.
If I write when sat on the toilet - is it poetry in motion?
(Just asking for a friend!)
07/03/23
It just passes by
It's like a leaf in the wind
How I shake like it
At the thought of it ending
The time of my life I spend
methamphetamine
my cousin got hooked on it
needed morphine patch
his body ruined
excruciating back pain
deceased at fifty
blade of grass is in
seven shredded pieces. one
wish scatters with the
pieces -- confetti caught up
in gravity dodging wind.
Oceans of ink
Earth as scroll
Having words
Story Untold
God's love
For all earth
Sent from above
With laughter and mirth
Form:
last steps
in different streets
take us to the same place
on the pages of a story
our life we read
in short
we are a story
Sloth is the deadliest of sins
or so my Grandma told me
But spying me in a book again,
Helpless! She couldn't scold me!
With a rhythmic spell,
Quasimodo sounds his bell
In his tortured hell,
Esmeralda hears him yell
From his hunchback prison cell.
A story
Of love
Begins with an end
Deception
Lies
Even words…
Cannot mend
What’s done
Is done
You can no longer
Look back
Like a dog digging bone, I hunt stories
Write orgies from words known
With syntax like old men's drone
And metaphors overblown
Megalopolis Jones
couldn't succeed, but not for lack of tryin'.
So, he changed his name to Brian
and founded the Rolling Stones.
Separation is
A vital
Appearance
So that a story
Can be told
With time and
Space sorting a
Breaking Story...
Memories or thoughts life of real
Is it what we see or feel
Words to touch or letters to look
Truth of life to write your book
This is my story,
a lot of fiction and dream,
its float on the rim like the cream,
that hides the real dish that is just a little.
I am grateful for being able to bask
in my friend’s and family’s glory…
who every day help me write
the pages of my love story
The story
Ensnares..
Identification in
The telling may
Remain..
Or it may not
When story
Appears as
Story...