Short Tall And Proud Poems
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Grand old oaks stand tall and proud
arm like branches reach upward
grasping towards the bright sun
leaves dance in the breeze
I am a man both tall and proud
I write poetry
Yes tis true
You may go ahead and mock
But when the women flock
I will laugh at thee
Hee hee
Stylish purse stands tall and proud
Showing her colors, sparkling and loud.
The rest of the purses are a bit intimidated.
Many of them already recycled or eliminated.
I sense a Napoleon complex
As Joe the canary his wings flex
He stretches tall and proud
Squawks and shrieks really loud
At the Seagull who has huge, huge pecs
Daughter of Ice, Child of the Flame
The Balance must always be maintained
Crimson sight, eyes of white
Walking tall and proud
Hungry soul, singing heart,
Believe in the magic of life.
Speak your mind
Don't be afraid
Stand up for what you believe
Don't let others push you down
Hold your head high
Stand tall and proud
Let them see you,
what you believe,
and what you stand for
Form:
My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
It looks like a wound
strength often comes from bleeding;
Tall and proud, I stand.
Maybe if we share
flaws become understanding;
Embrace your story.
I think I’m too short;
You think you’re too quiet;
We just see perfect.
poplar
tall and proud
your leaves rustling
in a chilled autumn breeze -
warning
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 12, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 1, MAY 2019 – CINQKU sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
Flowers bright
Colours everywhere
Cant help but stop
And soak in the fresh air.
Green trees
All tall and proud
Bright big sun
In a sky with no clouds.
Birds chirping
Flying around the trees
Would be great
To be that free.
2-6-2016
Survival
The tree’s a ghostly silhouette
that sways when breezes blow,
exposed to natures cruelest days
of cold and ice and snow.
Yet still she stands tall and proud
for life has made her see
that struggles are what made her strong
and courage set her free.
The blue, blue skies of Manhattan.
Scores of bird's going off for the night,
hoards of flightful fancies,
singing through the clouds,
flying tall and proud.
Sea breeze,
chills and the big freeze,
the solidness and frost bite in my toes,
my goodness I need to stop moaning.
I wear a sweatshirt because I feel hidden. Behind this sweatshirt that I wear is a symbol of me. I’m like a tree. I'm quiet I stand tall and proud. These pretty leave that I carry surround me in a leafy blanket. When my hood is up I feel safe from the outsiders. That’s why I live behind my hoodie.
The moon bites the dust
It rolls back
Back into the heath
Before the shame catches waves
The little girl slips into her trench coat
To catch her date
It's clear in the skies
As the magical sun slips through
Beauty engulfs the world
She has just stepped...
into the garden of the falcons
Tall and proud.
Silent Trumpets.
.
The yellowy trumpets
In great abundance
Are blown but make no sound
The crowds of blue bells remain silent
Without ringing
Upon the shady ground
All so quiet
But their showy colors shout out aloud
To the heart of the observer
As they in all their glory
Wave back tall and proud.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Form:
The stone stands alone it seems
against all weather and wane.
No one to share the vicious rain.
No shelter from wind or snow.
Storms come and go, the stone remains,
a little battered but tall and proud.
The kiss of sunlight warms through,
easing the cold dampness away.
The love of the moon lights the night,
not so alone is the standing stone.
The stone stands alone it seems
against all weather and wane.
No one to share the vicious rain.
No shelter from wind or snow.
Storms come and go, the stone remains,
a little battered but tall and proud.
The kiss of sunlight warms through,
easing the cold dampness away.
The love of the moon lights the night,
not so alone is the standing stone.
I had a dream I was
in a barren field.
It appeared to be winter,
the air cutting deep.
Frost met the ground,
covering the still horizon.
I walked along the narrow
as a warmth began to sprout.
The creek side near,
and hope close behind,
a paralysis of awe took over.
A cherry tree of full bloom
stood tall and proud under
a cold, winter sky.
I may be no primary colour
The trendy say I’ve had my day
But I shall be no shrinking violet
I stand tall and proud… for I’m GRAY!
I’m never seen gracing a pizza
Or the tail of a visiting comet
I’m not in the arc of a rainbow
Nor the colours that emanate from it
I’m in every shadow, for that is my way
My night is my day, because I am GRAY!
A seed, a dream, is planted
Roots set in
As time goes by the roots change direction
As does the mixture of care change
It starts to wither at moments
Then springs back to show it can withstand anything
All the work and everything it goes through is worth it
For the rose stands tall and proud
Showing it's true self and beauty
At the end of the journey
Form:
Because of my pride, I have committed many unrighteous acts.
This feeling is the root of all of my evil emotions.
As I stand tall and proud, I challenge anybody to an aggressive conflict.
I will fight a rough battle until I achieve victory or until I’m dead.
Every time I defeat my opponent, I ask myself if conquest was worth the enduring struggle.
Unleash the beast,
from way deep down,
stand up for whats right,
or your going to drown.
Don't get walked on,
stand tall and proud,
unleash your inner voice,
from your soul scream loud!
Don't cower away,
or hide in the night,
unleash your emotions,
be a star shinning bright.
Love all people,
in sickness and in health,
for only when you do,
can you unleash yourself!
Listen to poem:
tall and proud
daylilies
wrinkled
discolored
disheveled
past their prime
deprived of warmth and sunrays
survived cruel dips in weather
braving long cold nights
rebellious to fall’s arrival
flaunting boldest efforts
stubborn to impress
express last splash of splendor
hanging so desperately
to the vestige of their youth
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Pride of Place
On high his picture takes centre stage
He speaks to the room how his eyes do engage
Tall and proud and weathered with age
How I wish it were a book so I could turn the page
To know what lay beyond that moment in time
Of that man so intriguing and still in his prime
If he just could but out of that picture climb
He could tell me his story and oh how sublime
Listen to poem:
they walk among us tall and proud
appearances deceiving until
they share what’s on their mind
then things don’t quite add up
their babble quite disturbing
plays havoc with our mind
it wouldn’t be polite to say
any one of our possible retorts
best bite our tongue and not engage
it’s not their game we want to play
so still they walk among us tall and proud
AP: Honorable Mention 2021