Get Your Premium Membership

Short Thumbnail Poems

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


Premium Member Moon's shape
God's smoothly filed thumbnail...

Read More
Categories: thumbnail, moon,
Form: Monoku



Thumbnail Sketch
Often Our Best,
Thumbnail Sketch!

Dawn To The Eventides, Lift!

Truisms God's Proof, Shell's
...Gift!!...

Read More
© Mike Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: thumbnail, appreciation,
Form: Ballad
Za Plan Za Plan
Donald Trump is a flimflam man
Trump and Pence have an healthcare plan
Its in a nutshell
So Nancy can't tell
The thumbnail is an also-ran...

Read More
Categories: thumbnail, health, political,
Form: Limerick
Uncertain Half Time
In an uncertain half time
The sky spread silence
In drops of eternity where
Every cloud
Carries thumbnail dreams
In children’s arms
Full of butterflies....

Read More
Categories: thumbnail, magic,
Form: Free verse
papillon
a glass magnifies

small lapdog
butterfly
landing perfectly
on a flat nose

the glass pushes detail
into a wide eye

the picture is a thumbnail

maximum enlargement
knocks over it digital frame

the butterfly
is mottled yellow and brown
a stand-out contrast to
the black nose

a background
is a female hand in mid-flight

we are all caught


...

Read More
Categories: thumbnail, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member God's Thumbnail
My youngest daughter passed in 2003. She left me the memory of the crescent moon, "God’s Thumbnail." She loved “Angels in the Outfield” and always said, “Look Mommy God’s Thumbnail.” Whenever I see this lunar event, I hear my angel. Strangely the last day your touches were like velvet samples of heaven 7/2/2020 A MEMORY Poetry Contest 1st place Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
...

Read More
Categories: thumbnail, memory,
Form: Haibun
Characters
All I write is him
His eyes that bloom like April
As we print ourselves in sand

The serifs that trail from every word
Fallen feathers at our feet

The nights-
When we were more than naked
We were transparent
I could feel each rib against mine
See right into the core of his chest 
A pulsating brass mirror

I write him

And I fold him into fiction
Furiously sharpen the seams
Thumbnail pushing paper

Just Nouns loving verbs, I say
Just nouns loving verbs....

Read More
Categories: thumbnail, lost love, on writing and words, write,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry