Short Vocalizing Poems

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


Premium Member Myna Birds



strut with pride for their deep chocolate hue and speaking prowess vocalizing noisily at duo’s walk
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ninette


Premium Member Erotic

I love feeling you within me, going even faster.
I love having you within me, going even deeper.
I love vocalizing about you in pleasure, going louder.
Form: Sijo

The scenes of autumn

The withered leaf, the shiny, wet concrete where many footsteps have traveled, and left their mark, and set a new path forward, where many can view the beauty of the worn bridge and multi-colired trees in the midst if autumn.  A rare bird lands on a tree branch, vocalizing its perfectly unique voice.  The bird sings and frolics, and washes its wings in a nearby puddle.  How beautiful, the scenes of autumn!
© Lynn D.  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member End of An Uncertain Year

The end of another year of much uncertainty As we sifted through mounds of propaganda, Watching folks line up to espouse their ardency The end of another year of much uncertainty, Many vocalizing without a smidgeon of courtesy Apparently, some did not get the memoranda, The end of another year of much uncertainty As we sifted through mounds of propaganda.
written December 26, 2021
Form: Triolet

Set Me Adrift

time’s withered hands winding down
faces wearing pain’s frown
open mouths and vacant eyes
of long lost vibrant lives

vocalizing eerie moans
from thin skinned aching bones
napping in death’s waiting house
all alone, without spouse

last visit to say goodbyes
to gramps before he dies
sadness grips my heart inside
standing by his bedside

our farewell prompts me to say
in this place I won’t stay
so my love, I do implore
set me adrift from shore
© Al Beech  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Monsoon In The West

A classic wind upstaged the evening,
Vocalizing Leaves and Tremulous Aria 
Branches. On accompanying fused-sand, framed
and clear, began a run of finely tuned
rivulets -- busy writing, I had not
looked, and saw, dark clouds conjugating -- 
nor sniffed thickening troops of air~ my 
sinuses alerting, their usual swelling.  Came a lantern's
flash, came a vivid slash, rumbling
likened to a heavily weighted freight-train, with frantic
mind to lighten its burdensome, brooding load.

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