Short Two Weeks Poems

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Disconnected

Two weeks without cell or landline phones
Searching through my fresh catch for bones


By Robb A. Kopp
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Form: Rhyme


Loving Day

Joy is blown by wind far away,
No hope brings month February rather.
But shall come warming heart Loving Day
Just upon first two weeks baker's dozen.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member A Crescent Moon

    A crescent moon hangs in the sky
       in two weeks it will be full

    Two weeks more, to crescent returns
       fascination’s endless allure
Form: Rhyme

Untitled #24 / Two Weeks Ago

Two weeks ago I could stroll
along the riverside happy smiling in peace
Where’d it go?
And can the Timbuktu of tomorrow really
be closer than my home of yesterday?
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Perils of Perfectionism

I skipped my knitting group two weeks ago
alas, I had zero progress to show.............

But I explained (it did fascinate her)
knowing I'm a big procrastinator ;-)
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member The Moon Remembers

The magical moon is slender tonight
    In two weeks 'twill be slender and bright

  Another fortnight and back to slender
    Forsooth, it hasn't forgotten its (!) gender
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Haiku 9

harvest moon
crops ripe for the picking...
wild turkey picnic

8/6/12




Just an extra note to let you know I will be away for two weeks.
Keep on writing. love phyl
Form: Haiku

Help Me

Help me help me I'm under attack
My poor old lady is stuck in the sack
She screams and she moans
She won't leave me alone
She's there for two weeks cause she threw out her back
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Train They Call 'The Republic'

     Two weeks away, a changing of the guard
        Some folks may take it awfully hard

     Others smirk, their shoulders shrug
        The 'Republic' still on track to chug
Form: Couplet

Christmas Break

Watching the children play in the snow
And roll a ball to a snowman
Is a joyous sight to see.
School is out for two weeks!
What a merry time
For the children.
A time of
Fun and
Sleep.
Form: Nonet

Premium Member Behind appearances

She greets us with a warm smile,
won't hesitate to go the extra mile.
Sweet, she always has a kind word,
she's genuine as a songbird.
No one would ever know
she lost her son two weeks ago.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lilacs

Lovely flowers whose blooms
Last only for two weeks,
Lingering with a scent
Like perfume, with hues of
Lavender, white, pink, red,
Light blue and a purple
Lifting the soul with joy!
Form: Pleiades

Premium Member Live Your Dream

with white sand cascading off of tanned toes on a warm beach, and a soft gentle breeze; your yearly vacation puts life on pause: and for two weeks, you get to live your dream
Form: Tetractys

Premium Member They Are Coming This Weekend

They are coming this weekend 
I have known for two weeks
Why clean ahead?
Why clean at all?
Isn’t it time they knew
Their mother HATES to clean.
I snicker and nicker to myself.
Snorting now.
They already know.

Premium Member Amethyst Floral Woman

Amethyst floral woman glided into the valley on Monday
We had heard she was coming two weeks ago Sunday.
Fragrance she brought with her was a wonderful scent.
We liked everything about her, her ambiance was an event.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Lent

freeze
left all
plant lifeless
two weeks later
healthier new growth
blue and crimson
sign of life
over
death

4/16/2021

Etymology and Ancient Beliefs :
Before the 14th century, spring was called Lent in Old English.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ninette

Premium Member Fortnight

My Doctor looked quite sheepish for he had bad news to give
He looked me in the eye and said I have two weeks to live
I thought about this long and hard, then told him with a sigh
I'll take a week in April and the other in July
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Mean One

She was a mean one
We had her number
I tried to change her
But she got meaner 
I apologized

She had no friends
Her pets all died
Did she feed them?
Unknown to us

Relative
Not so close
Died alone

two weeks 
ago

sad

Justice

Convicted witch
Who cursed the rich
Will strangle in
A rope-choked grin.

The gallows creaks!
Before two weeks
The duke she named
Collapses, lamed.

His crops decay,
His hair grows grey,
And two weeks more
His lips froth gore.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

B.E.A.T

I'm shrinking back again
it never ends
I'd rather be doing these things with you
but I'm still afraid I would do the same thing

It's two weeks till my safe haven
and I'm anxious
afraid it all will fail
but I'm still holding out hope

Premium Member The lens of grief

Life has changed so much in merely two weeks
Life was hard and traumatic at times
Now it is just grey with grief
The beauty of friendship is still here,
A sunrise still fills the sky with wonderful colors
But life just feels muted and dingy

You Cheated On My Brother

(This is a fictional poem)

He should've listened to our mother.
She said you'd cheat on my brother.
You slept with another man just two weeks after you walked down the aisle.
My brother deserves better than you because you're a witch and you're vile.
Form:

Premium Member Global Warning Dont be Silly

My ankles are grinning
We love the feel of the sun
We have not had her for a month
The last two weeks schools were closed
The windchill was twenty degrees below zero
Today it is sixty-seven degrees and sunny
Global warming? Of course not. Don’t be silly!

Premium Member Tariffs CAN BE a Great Negotiating Tool

  
     With President Trump, no country should mess
        unless her leaders and citizenry crave hyper-stress

     Two weeks in office, he’s reined in three socialist wannabees
        Columbia, Mexico, Canada ~ already pleading, down on their knees
Form: Couplet

Premium Member okaaay so she'z under age

.

                      but rulez 
                         were
                    meant to be 
                        broken

                       besidez
                      she'll be
                    sixty-five in
                     two weeks

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