Short Turn Around Poems

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


Premium Member Turn Around

Life’s not the greatest
Right now
Caught between a 
Lifestyle of chances
Needing deep down
For things to turn around
© Cs Parker  Create an image from this poem.


The Past

The Past

The Past is like a ribbon
Holding up your hair
You turn around to find it
But it's not there.

M.S. Morrison?
Form: ABC

No Shame

We are not at War

As the DOW doth soar

Thus bide your time

And you may find

The Turn around 

At your door!


Go Barack....
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Life

life is not a joke
it is like drinking coke
it gets you down
you constantly turn around
it creeps up on you
trying to take a poo
Form:

Premium Member Graffiti's Grip

I stood….transfixed, reading the boldly painted warning

                         …DON’T TURN AROUND – YOU ARE NOT ALONE

©4/7/2023
Form: Other


Because Am Black

been turn around
treated like a clown
from town town
had ood jods
am be a [ be apart
its a fact
 i was stopin some blocks
BECAUSE AM BLACK

Premium Member Take the Time To Remember

When you look towards the future
To find what it holds ahead
Never fear to turn around
See where you have been

contest Syllables of Wisdom 2
Form: Dodoitsu

Hopscotch

knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try

Premium Member Cosmology Vs Cosmetology

Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette
Form: Limerick

The Egg

The Easter bunny found an egg
Turn around and named it Kreg
She kept the egg together
Through all kinds of weather
But, the egg gave the bunny a plague
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Sequence-Fallen

If
we would
but know it,
and turn around 
we
find,
there is
new life, now
and eternal 
then


Inspired upon reading Chris Flathery's poem today.
Form: Lanterne

Butterflies

I have butterflies in my stomach Cut me open, let them out Stitch me up, push me down Fly away black winged beauty Turn around, shoot me
Form: Rhyme

City Wanderings

Cars fly by me, woosh.
crossing the street, hurry...run!
Is this the right street?
oops, wrong way, turn around... here?
Left, tall city, loud, need map.
Form: Tanka

What a Smile Get You

people get hook
turn around and look
for jod
no matter if it odd
you can start
it put you on the love chart
so much it can do
oh
WHAT A SMILE GET YOU

Never Look Back

you are a shining star
we came to far
don't look down
never be any anyone clown
to late to turn around
put race on the rack
its a fact
NEVER LOOK BACK

Fireplace Gathering

Children huddled into the fire
Seeking heat
Gathered till smoking on the back
Turn around and smoke the front
Embers pop
Sparks chase, screaming children

The Tunnel

wayra

trapped in a tunnel
channel for careless choices
bright lights, brilliant colors fade 
with fear of vows broken.
The way out: turn around to truth.

Turn Around We

Don't walk away and leave me here.
Come back and wipe away my tear.
You had just what it took.
You could have wrote the book.
You always got me back in gear.
Form: Limerick

How Rude

I rode on my bicycle today,
I made a wrong turn - up a one-way,
while cars were coming down
I tried to turn around...
"Move it jacka**!" was all they could say!
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

While Walking Away

Those who turn around and look back
seem to have a couple of words to say;

Is it because they have betrayed a confidence,
or they are afraid of the consequences?

Heartroom

a giddy wainscot, a torn curtain
that big flowered raises the dust;
you left stern-legged this place

and left me at a broken window,
so please do not turn around

Premium Member Caught Unaware At the Trunk

Was it the wind that had been loosed?
On my still bum, he’d come to roost.
I’d been poked unaware.
I turn around and stare.
By a cicada, I’ve been goosed.

5/24/2018
Form: Limerick

Amputation

The door shuts lightly behind me


soft click


metallic boundaries


I turn around to see,
that you are the one that closed it. 


And I swallow


a storm.

Premium Member Finding the right path

Finding the right path 
in murky waters 
is sometimes impossible 
but to turn around 
and go back the way you came 
would be failure on your part 
keep moving forward

Premium Member Don’t Drown

Your car is not a boat
You can’t float to town
Turn around don’t drown

The inclement weather is a pain
Trying to drive in floods and rain
Don’t lose your life being vain
Form: Rhyme

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