Short Supposition Poems
Short Supposition Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Supposition by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Supposition by length and keyword.
Give me a good man
not a smart man.
Make me a thoughtful man
not a politician.
Take me to rich land
not a poor land.
Make me a stronger man
not a supposition.
From compose, comes composition
From suppose, supposition
From depose, deposition
From dispose, disposition
From oppose, opposition
From repose, reposition
From propose …
A supposition:
If one queries or answers:
'.., my love" in nearly innumerable conversational situations, one can experience soulful harmony previously thought mere pipe dream or malicious tease.
Try it.
Who says the best things in life aren't free, my love?
“Cold Dead Heart ”
Beauty like the (warm) sun’s morning gaze
Freshness of earth, the coming day
Like morning I was wet from the dew of life
Fending off these cold, cold nights
Supposition presumed, uncounted
Living in life as lost as laughter
Reborn by her touch
And given hereafter
15.
Honest Lie
Lady someone asked young beautiful man
Grace supposition as elegant swan
Paired male eyes upon her up to down
Wears he anonymous smile nor frown
“Fairy dear!” cries mouth's obvious honest lie.
-01/05/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
Is it supposition,
or a disposition?
The object of a fear,
for something one holds dear?
Maybe a past trauma,
or some melodrama?
Some midnight novel,
or a heart-based grovel?
Decisions handed-down,
like a man with a crown!
To label some poor soul,
for whom no bell will toll!
Supposition....speculation,
fruit of Eden's cultivation....
Beginning the rose,
rose hip the fruit
eventually grow,evolve
the quince....
arrive...derive the family pear
the pair now share knowledge fare....
Vine to tree,bud to flowered fruit
continued refinement from beginning shoots.....
Heading away time turns
the corner as visions rewind
frame by frame ticking
feeling out the feelings
once felt before
emptiness echoes
filling out
a blackened soul
light flickers
and tragedy triggers
past supposition
stuck and awkward positioned
I listen as nothingness roars
running out of time
the blindness soars
verdicts lie in mind’s eyes
supposition a waste of time
should I, could I, might I, may I...
smaller still into the rabbit hole
I fall with you standing over
stories, cover up falling down
aplomb recognized as truth
what is truth? don’t believe
we can ever know through
the veils of maya, illusion,
forgetfulness – waking up to
fall asleep again...down and
down we go...
Wasting trillions
Poses implosion.
Innocent starved children.
Ukraine's exploding.
Little Sister's Mercy missions.
Business is closing.
Lost without vision.
Banks begin folding.
Mean streets turned Vicious.
Old structural erosion.
The cold war's gone Fission.
Supposition of votes.
Endless inquisitions.
Yet, an omen bell tolls.
The Road to Perdition,
Is paved in Fool's gold.
I gave birth to a thought today
A shiny little supposition
It wept about all the possibilities
Endless creativity
Directionless refractivity
Like protons racing around an atom blaster
My thoughts began to multiply
It was the Big Bang of my Universe
Then I heard the voice of an angel
Say, “Daddy, this is my science project.”
And now the birth of a thought
Gave birth to a Black Hole
Critical thinking is science at work,
not hasty indictment with cynical smirk.
Start by collecting data and facts,
then analyze, synthesize, hypothesize that.
At final judgement to general position,
evaluate sides for the best supposition.
Apply reason when testing
Check facts to the letter
Challenge your choices
From good to much better.
Sometimes to make more interesting,
A story being told,
Some folks will try to enhance it,
To make it sound more bold.
Sometimes when we're relating,
An experience one's had,
Certain things are added,
To enhance the good or bad.
Often when retelling,
Some newsy bit of info,
A supposition can slip in.
The story changes, bingo.
Whether to make it exciting,
To help or hinder tried,
It isn't simple embellishment.
The truth is that you lied.
Infinity's forever,
it's an impossible quest.
Like an endless journey where
eternity gets expressed.
It's alpha and omega,
the beginning and the end.
And so immeasurable
that truth and fantasy blend.
It's an imaginary
goal we can never achieve.
For it's unfathomable,
beyond our minds to conceive.
A ceaseless progression of
possibilities of more.
And a vague supposition,
like a room without a door.
(Quatrain)
3/18/2015