Short These Poems

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


Something Gaurds These Waters

"I shall let you pass"
Says the kind waterfall Troll
(Few are found worthy)

***Inspired by Raul's "Waterfall" picture
Form: Haiku


Etched In These Clouds

Lord, I see
Your silhouette
Etched in these clouds,
Sincerely,
Do you ever come down
To rest your feet,
On this earth

These Forests

Oh God! These forests 
have still got that appeal...!
When in an uncomplicated hour --like this,
I'm younger, and free...
© Fayaz Bhat  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Bucket Lists These Days

   Survived a six-week vacation 
     in downtown Gary, Indiana
   
   Bucket lists these days
     have gone bananas
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member These Women

THESE WOMEN

these women
always smiling    whispering
i wonder
is it me
or are they dismantling a friend?

Dave Austin
Form: Tanka


With These Words of Forgiveness

oh what
brutal hands of love
endures
all the hurt and pain
shall
touch
thy heart
with
these 
words of forgiveness again

These Words Are Gold

Words march
To a kettle
Drum beat,
We are told

They bring
Clarity to
Thy soul

These words,
I cherish
More than gold

Branches Etch These Stars

Awaken old
Sycamore tree
Fire and brimstone eyes
Branches etch
The stars of night
Believe that
The sky is 
Falling, falling

Premium Member In These Meads

A
simple
stone block in
an acre of
soil,
star
spangled
symbol of
freedom under
law.


Inspired by a visit to Runnymede
Form: Lyric

These Are Tears of Joy

my love is so deep
for you am weak
your love i seek
baby my heart not a toy
you see you have all of me
THESE ARE
TEARS OF JOY

These Walls

I see that your side of our closet 
has gone blank.
And I, 
I do not know 
what to do with these walls
full of our photographs.

We Are These Tainted Words

we 
are these
tainted words
falling from
this empty
shelf
now
broken
glass
upon
this 
wooden
floor
that
i
tell
myself

Premium Member These Sweet Tears

What is that I taste,
these sweet tears that I must cry
Waiting your return,
I am filled with everything
good in life because of you
Form: Tanka

Who Are These People

They kill whole civilization of people
They destroy species of animals
They destroy everything they touch
Who are these people

Satan

Premium Member These Feelings of Mine Are Real

If you can make me feel,
I will always consider our love as real.

If you can help me pull through,
I will then know I truly love you.

There Is Nothing More Dangerous These Days

Don’t ask me 
To write a cartoon on Islam
Write a cartoon on the Ku Klux Klan
Or on Diana’s car accident
You have a better chance to survive
Form:

Out of These Ashes

oh love take another breathe for me out of these ashes I shall not live without thee by my side because your beauty shall rise

These Gentlemen of Camelot

Laid to rest,
Beside his
Two brothers,
Here, we nest,
In providence
These gentlemen of Camelot
Sir Edward Kennedy,
May you rest in peace

Premium Member What America's Got These Days

More polarization than in Poland
  or north of the Arctic Circle

Division rife on the left, not seen
  since H. Rap Brown and Studs Terkel
Form: Epigram

These Cracks of Light

For everything in sight
Dark leaves fall upon this night
Falling through these cracks of light
Among the graves, this wine cellar of darkness

Premium Member Nothing speaks in these ways

Dialogue

money and position

count for nothing~

jump in and participate

you've one life to live~

nothing speaks in

these ways~~

Premium Member Poetry Is All of These

Eloquence of expression 
  Economy of language
Rhythm, flow and feeling

All these make prose poetry
  ~ only if they leave my heart reeling
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member If These Rocks Could Talk

"Do you remember when the earth
was flat?"

"Ha!  I remember when God
was a woman."

"Oh my, you're right;
I forgot about the sex change."

These Feeling

they are real
the way i feel
i told you before
i love you more and more
tomy heart here the door
this love
got me kneeing
can't help
THESE FEELING

Premium Member one of these days

A job defines bits of our life
Though it often causes us strife
We’ll find a new fit
If we choose to quit
And not slit our wrists with a knife
Form: Limerick

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