Short Strait Poems
Short Strait Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Strait by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Strait by length and keyword.
Whenever a country in poverty
but rich in natural resources
is in dire strait
whatever is done by wealthy countries
is only for it to take the bait
China claims that the Taiwan Strait
Does not divorce it from its mate
But China's been busted
It can not be trusted
Since it reneged on Hong Kong's fate!
If I can watch an ant untroubledly
Bear a load many times his
Weight,
Then, i must learn to endeavor towards
My aim, despite the menace of the
Strait.
The Strait
~A strait betwixt two,
denying reality…
one’s faith…Love’s wisdom!
For and in honor of Brian Strand
And Contest: Whatever
Wonder of the modern world
To the nation was unfurled-
Art Deco on a grand scale
Strung across this dangerous strait
The truly inpressive,Golden Gate
Tribute to Joseph Strauss
Blank at the start.
Waiting to be filled.
With strait blue lines,
and plain white skin.
Catching my words.
Taking them in its grip.
Showing my words.
Letting them live forever.
Form:
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters
in ashes of time's arrow.
Above all comes sorrow,
how I was strait and narrow
and listened to my elders.
Above all comes sorrow,
burning old love letters.
The upright straight road is clear
That may seems strait long road to the blind mind
The soggy soul wants to stay in the cool shadow
To eat and fart! Having pipe dream to win back!
To have a good time, I see I see me.
Upon this thread we soldier on.
Focused and balanced, or soon to be gone
Lost to the depths, that remain unexplored
To eternal unrest, or heavens reward
So never look down, walk a strait line
For one mistake ends, a life on the twine
Perfect people picture vacations
Vile villans violate people
Stay or turn ? Strait is not what it looked like from behind
Damn Coyote.
The obvious is dull, safe is sorry
Jump Jack !
Maybe tomorrow I can show me that place I always want to be.
The war in Iran:
Does Trump have a plan? Well, no.
Short attention span!
The Strait of Hormuz
is just no place for a cruise.
The POTUS? He'll snooze.
Department of War?
No one seems to know what for.
Really? Please, no more!
Cash, Willie, Cline, and a
Coal Miner’s daughter sang
Classics with "Dolly" twang.
Crossover Taylor Swift,
Conway with Twitty wit,
Clint Black, Garth, Strait, McGraw,
Carrie, Blake: Love them all!
Oct. 14, 2020
for Joseph May's Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Life is a simple math
Matter of simple calculations
Life needs a strait path
With wisdom not speculations
But who is not at least a little bit psychopath?
Even God’s life is not so smooth
That’s why it seems so difficult
So much effort is wasted even by God!
A long winding road-life,
Harrowing filled with strife,
At times rocky hard to follow,
Other times strait and narrow,
Where will it take us, to what end?
Dont know, cant begin to pretend,
But- while you are by my side,
Roller coaster of life take us for a ride.
Where am I?
‘tween the mountain of loss
and the forest of eyes
upon a bridge I dare not cross
Should I wait?
And be swallowed by Hell
Or should I venture strait
Toward a most foreboding knell
I hope that these dark chimes
May light the path to better times
Whenever you want to OBLITERATE
Count to ten and try to wait
Take a deep breath
Avoid crystal meth
And soon you can open the Hormuz strait.
Whenever I hear the word obliterate
It makes me feel kind of irate
I picture a man
With little hands
Who speaks like he's in a deranged state.
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Some people....
Speak in Tongue....
And some speak out
Of the side of their neck'
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Some do it to supplement
Their own sadistic
Vision's....
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Strait out of the Arm's
Of Pedition
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But, when it comes' to Sin
Their is no such thing as
Remission
GF
I like taking people out of their element,
seeing how they click.
Seeing if they’re that solid gold person,
or a strait up dick.
Although some people seem nice at first,
then they turn into prick.
I have to get to know the real them,
if I have to I’ll use a trick.
I can only handle real people,
fake people make me sick.
My heart Your heart become one
We go under a tree to block out the sun
The heart beats boom boom
The love is filling all the room
me and you feel real good
we cant be in love
i wish we could
cause four years ago
i went strait above
yes im from heaven
i died long ago
but one thing remains here
our love from the soul
Lavish love lives
Obvious joy gives
A gift of heart
Soul mellows strait
Peace of mind lights
What wonder sights
Awe is a gift
That now uplifts
Choice favours poise
In willing voice
Live beyond time
Sense flavours mime
The gift of soul
Makes touch one whole
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2019
Singapore
Our neighbourhoods our prisons
Outside fear, death, street barons
Streetwar innocent souls deadens
Guns, daggers, stickers in dozens
Nothing to do but the others hate
In dark corners the weak predate
Beware of tempting bait
You may end up in a strait
Join a wicked gang
Have no feelings no pang
Just follow the yang
Drugs, girls, bang bang bang
Form:
My eyes tear up
As the frigid wind blows
encrusting my cheeks
and my snotcicle nose
Hands in my pockets
Strait legged jaunt
Skin touching pant leg
Is not what I want
Each morning like night time
The sun must be stuck
I curse at the climate
As I pre start my truck
My neck hairs all dancing
To chattering molars
I understand winter
But this crap is polar
Her Insanity
Strait jacket with chains in shackles.
Her mind is waked then they drugged her until she hackled.
Emotionally gone she is still standing strong,
leaning on baby blue walls on suicide watch.
Her mind had been spinning through wheels.
The heart has been cremated to dust through her gills.
No more feelings for her needs.
All she has is insanity..
It is Now Autumn
It is now autumn
The leaves are changing slowly
The air is cooling
It is now autumn
Time for life to be calmer
Summer all over
It is now autumn
Time to go to school again
Time to learn in class
It is now autumn
The Northumberland Strait chills
Boats return for winter
It is now autumn
Only islanders live here now
The Island is home
Piter patter on the roof,
Splashing puddles cuddle together,
Clouds free from their burden,
blessed upon for the receivers.
Tumbling to the ground,
undetermined path for the future.
waiting and falling,
With no strait away,
Like tiny petals drifting down
Water dancing in the air
a ballet of liquids,
Swooping and leaping in the air
when they are done they lay to rest.