Short Twenty Five Poems
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Rose Meadow
A twenty five years widow
Always looking by the window
With her eyes on the street below
May 11, 2023
Freed from its cell in the hive
T-rumposaurus comes alive
This monster is back
And plans to attack
With project twenty twenty-five
Fifth of November
One quarter from age eighty
Memories intact…
Sorry to those in metric
Twenty five percent to go
© Harry J Horsman 2022
humans share twenty-five percent
of our genes with rice.
does that make us cannibals
when we call-in take-out Chinese?
© Goode Guy 2013-09-10
Form:
One hundred first dates,
seventy five second dates,
fifty retakes,
twenty five out takes,
all to equal,
one mistake,
then,
one forever keepsake.
when newspapers said
we would have a big earthquake
in twenty-five years -
the year was 1980!
still sitting on the fault line
I tried to write a mini verse
with twenty five words.
Ideas rushed for poetic expression.
Counting words made tension rise,
left the poem unwritten.
Muse is gone?
Mind is blank
Cannot find the words
May have writer’s block.
However, I will muddle on
Until inspiration arrives
Reaching Twenty-Five.
three
squared,
plus four
also squared,
is twenty five,
which is five squared;
Pythagoras would be very pleased
with the smallest integer right angle triangle
Picking twenty-five to be profound or dazzle,
concisely, causes coach's mind to frazzle.
A word choice made - "You're on my roster.
Suit up, 'snollygoster'".
five's were easy
five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty
the nine’s should have been easy too
but they are not as jazzy to sing
18, 27, 36, 45
awkward melody
I met you
Running one day
Wish I’d withdrew.
Instead, I’d stay
For twenty-five years
While you’d betray
And cause tears
But now, phew:
Dear heart disappears!
Children whom the schools can’t teach,
Nor the courts can’t reach—
Parents give up, too;
Children for awhile survive,
Later when they’re twenty-five,
Some wear prison blue.
Form:
Children whom the schools can’t teach,
Nor the courts can’t reach—
Parents give up, too;
Children for awhile survive,
Later when they’re twenty-five,
Some wear prison blue.
Form:
Together, forever until we die
Twenty-five years of marriage
I’ll love you forever
We celebrate our silver anniversary next month
Jan Allison
05~07~16
Without an ego
I write more than twenty five poems
Everyday here and there for more than thirty years
What you read, what you see is just a part of the whole picture
Ladder poem! Step by step.
Form:
Doris had not seen that teenage girl scowl for over twenty-five years
But here it was again,
Staring down her mother
Her daughter asked Doris, “Have you ever seen such a face?”
She could not stop laughing.
with gas prices soaring
I’m no longer mooring
I’m becoming my parents
without twenty-five cents
where I live use to be mines
sinkholes appear with no fines
just another day in PA
no sinkholes here so I’ll play
Brother for sale twenty five cents.
Sister is in the free box. Come get her.
She comes with toys and a red balloon.
Sadie has been singing this song for fifty years.
No takers yet.
But she is buying bigger boxes.
Twenty-five years
of saying the Rosary
Twenty-five years
a promise to keep
A last dying wish
her beads in my hand
Not one day I’ve missed
— or one restless sleep
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: January, 2025)
Twenty-two is a shitty
Thing. No age left to look forward
To, the slow decline steepens
As your brakes quickly go out.
Oh. How could I
Forget?
My Insurance
Goes up at
Twenty-five.
I
Cannot
Wait.
.
Two hours and twenty five minutes
my love
your fingers to mine
The heavens above
the eyes which watch
our smiles
ourn fingers entwined
Queen Elizabeth
Proclaimed queen throughout her realms
Queen at Twenty five
Firm, never showing frailty
Loving mother, grandmother
6/5/2015
Contest Name: LONG LIVE THE QUEEN
Sponsor: Judy Konos
I begged you
let me
be my true fate
be twenty - sharp as a knife
be black on white
be air for a man
be twenty-five - the pure baby cry
be half way there - light.
And you let
and there's nothing
I wouldn't bear
for your sake
she died in one day, the old man lamented.
I multiplied her age times three hundred and fifty-two.
She actually died in twenty-five thousand and eight hundred days.
He was way off the mark.
But since he is grieving
I let this slide.