Short Theatres Poems
Short Theatres Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Theatres by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Theatres by length and keyword.
Siblings fight for peace
unknown horrors they now face
theatres of war
fallen, in recognition
we must save the surviving
"Saving Private Ryan"
Trifles of
frivolity
& intrigue-
ensemble of
the esoteric,
gravitate
with audacity,
replicate
the mundane
in complex
transpositions
Case unlocked
Lone Ranger came out in theatres
Awesome! Johnny Depp is so brilliant and wicked!
Painstaking regrets shown on stage
Pangs of depression cling to me like the Pirates of the Caribbean monkey
Iris turns blue...the pupils of many decrease in size
Never felt so much pride and happiness
Grasp vast grace
Having no colour honour or even humour
such a shame on you
liking glamour honour and favour just for weddings
and there the colourist painters
anaemic thoughts let us not be paralysed by our difference
like in the aeroplanes above
we do both now travel
and dream of the Broadway theatres
(lettuce keep our connexion)
In the beginning there were three;
An undisputed trinity of reasons
showing audiences why;
More enthralled with each scene were they,
a legacy this crowd helped build;
Culture shifted forever with this movie;
A dish served best with friends in theatres.
Star Wars Tribute
‘Three Reasons Why They Build Movie Theatres
Old soldiers in the firing line,
Community clubbing time,
Let's honour them in rhymes,
Now in the vault of the unleashed,
Their courage released,
For the job, they were the right men,
The flower of past generations,
People to treasure, through the ages,
In theatres of combat, such stages,
Designer beers wanted here,
On Anzac Day, we give them silent cheers.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
commercials now, then movies
far; soon your name will shine
above, theatres grand and
TV’s glove.
When they shout, for autograph,
now a wealthy man’s sure path.
Bells your fingers, rings your nose,
twenty million a picture (it shows)
Friends forgotten, family gone, once
their little star just shone; but now
there’s only time for work; big star
pay, but little jerk.
If the computers never exist
There would be chit chat
on the telephones and I-Pads
When family comes over chit chat
is heard
Lots of lots of face to face chatting
We would be reading
more books
Enjoying the theatres
To watch movies
The telephone would be
used more
listening to conversation
Chatting for long hours
of our news of the day
Just a thought I had
Without computers
There would be nowhere
To create our poetry
there