Short Tracer Poems
Short Tracer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tracer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tracer by length and keyword.
the soul offers the sowing
the core manages the process
an invisíble tracer writes the plot
the poet develop it into poetry
Categories:
tracer, allegory, allusion, creation, extended metaphor, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver
I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
Categories:
tracer, fate, lost love, love, memory, nostalgia, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Her eyes shooting tracer bullets
Red then red, then red with anger
Her mind a battlefield of wonder
Strategic planing of her wit
Small Huey Choppers flying around
Dive bombing and landing
SWAT teams sent in a covet attempt
Her Husband forgot
To take out the trash
Categories:
tracer, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Friend of freedom is close at hand,
Roaming the battlefields across our land,
Engulfed by whisps of smoke that somehow pervade,
Entrenched by the enemies' live grenades,
Directing their tracer fire across the sector,
Over the bloody scene carnage is a spectre,
Many have perished because freedom is not free!
Categories:
tracer, loss, war, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
sucked out of denim and
cotton, half in running
flat over the bedroom floor
skinless like a cartoon cat
someone I knew the day before
an underarm stainer, a tracer
a schlepper of bad deeds,
hidden in layers, now magic and gone
as I sleep as a big filling
ready to meet myself
in the morning.
Categories:
tracer, clothes,
Form:
Free verse
Lost memories of war
Brought back by fireworks
Curling up laying on the floor
Tracer bullets feeling like a corpse
Brought back by fireworks
Thought’s of death and bombs
Tracer bullets feeling like a corpse
Coffin closing underground
Thought’s of death and bombs
Curling up laying on the floor
Coffin closing underground
Lost memories of war
Categories:
tracer, war,
Form:
Pantoum
An empty chair in a
muffled day, starts
a self-import and
falters on steps.
You need the fear, to
strike back, when the
tracer distribution
returns with a ghost.
The discount will substract
from the truth. I will
find the zero at the
end of lies.
Will I concede to the
barter ? Let me first taste
the bitterness of victory,
become drunk on your hate.
Satish Verma
Categories:
tracer, art,
Form:
ABC
Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call me Paparazzo
I'm taking the shot
And I don't miss
I've been enamoured with the way that you talk
Between you and me
I've been incendiary
Blowing up hot
You've been a tracer round,
Splitting dark, and shooting me down
Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call you Saxton Hope
Loosing every arrow I knock
And you don't miss
Executing every nuance I've caught
Categories:
tracer, war,
Form:
Free verse