Short Subdivision Poems

Short Subdivision Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Subdivision by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Subdivision by length and keyword.


Premium Member Football is Religion

   Football's my neighborhood's religion
     its altar, the couch near the kitchen

   Worshiping the big-screen television
     every home in the subdivision
Form: Couplet


Untitled #272 / a Place

A narrow street separates my subdivision from the graveyard,
a place for the living,
a place for the dead,
a place for us all.
Both under the sun and bathed at once in shadow,
are they so far removed?

Premium Member Run the Gamut

Can't stop, I'm driven to an extreme intense vision Of power and control much like the guy on television Lead the whole planet To run the gamut Making sure we're still here in our lovely subdivision
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Run the Gamut

Can't stop, I'm driven to an extreme intense vision Of power and control much like the guy on television Lead the whole planet To run the gamut Making sure we're still here in our lovely subdivision
Form: Limerick

Unwinding

Brain-fuzz falls like dandruff,
clearly the clarity of a strain-free smile
is back to work.
Summer is breaking its glass sky.
I'm unwinding a Slinky soul,
after a dark thought
dropped me into a subdivision of hell uninvited -
mind blisters are healing well.


Nazi Conspiracy

Between waking and slleeping,
I noticed two men,
I knew they were naZis,
They were measuring my body,
And what's more they had a name for my body type,
Geraudeaus,
They called it,
#Further investigation proved that there is a paodophilic cult,
A subdivision of the now everomnipresent Nazis in this world,
Whoi rule this world by stealth,
Not dictatorship or fear.
war
Form:

The Disadvantages Of Development

It's a good feeling to see
The natural voice of nature
Is so soothing to hear
The sounds of the birds singing
It so sad because the experience
Is short lived and unexpected end
It's near to be lost and unseen
Big building will soon arise
The place will soon be full of houses
Convert into subdivision and high rise
No more bird's music, no more nature
No more fresh air, no more chills.

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