Short Third Year Poems

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


Premium Member Messiah

                                    the year of our lord
                                two thousand twenty third year~
                                    oh why aren’t you here
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member 'tried and Tested'

Third year with the same resolution I am starting a revolution Training and healthy eating That's the plan, might be fleeting Watching planet health my contribution
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Form: Limerick

Holy Child School

at Holy Child School
I learn about God
met my best friend there
learn about baseball
and the other sports

three years was there
paddled third year
fighting classmate
then public school

religion 
wasn't there
God I knew

always 
with me

Loved

Rewards of College Education

in grade school
he heard about it

in high school
he prepared for it

in his first year
he explored it

in his second year
he focused on it

in his third year
he felt part of it

in his fourth year
he graduated from it

Now, he has a job
because of it.

Boy Scout

I cry at Chain Bridge
in my third year as a tenderfoot.
It's the same thing,
when father takes his time
showing up and the earth
gapes all the way to chaos.
It's when the money runs out
and the business fails.
The scouts all laugh
as they stand near their
neat packs with all their
plans piled beside them.
I am 13 in the dangerous
age of sissies. 
I wonder what 
the crying does.


Marriage Shadow

Meaningful conversations of elations aim								
amores light, embracing echoing stamina								
relegating through a tumultuous third year,							
regrets of white lilies lining walls of despair								
incandescent kisses, loving trips to Hawaii							
all to regal for a first love, frolicking as mana								
grateful silver years approach the lives ebbing							evanescence family dinners, but not our love.
© Sona Wilae  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

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