Short Volt Poems
Short Volt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Volt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Volt by length and keyword.
It was Edison In a lab
Gave night its noon.
He bottled up all he could
Of that hour's boon.
And washing walls the world over
By volt overseen
Moved the sun to frankness;
"My auxiliary sheen!"
Categories:
volt, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Swallow my PRIDE
It tastes like copper pennies
Find the words to apologize
My tongue is numb with apprehension
I dont remember chewing on a nine-volt
The sting cutting off my breath
My mind swimming with everything left unsaid.
Categories:
volt,
Form:
Free verse
Jeer, farcical cheer
Jive, cheer to sneer
Jest, barb to test
Pun, jest for fun
Joke, fun to poke
Jab, poke to grab
Joust, jabs that roust
Jibe, taunting vibe
Josh, vibe to squash
Jolt, tingling volt
Jaunt, volting flaunt
Categories:
volt, satire
Form:
Rhyme
Who the owl.
What the volt.
Where the pajamas,
and through the door we bolt...
To find the question worth so asking,
to stump the lie in trail,
let's hit the road a running;
How we get there is in itself another tale.
Categories:
volt, allegory
Form:
I do not know?
A B C
Alphabets are three
D E F
Hardy and Jeff
G H I
Grass and butterfly
J K L
Heaven and Hell
M N O
Never and No
P Q R
Puppy and Star
S T U
Same to You
V W X
Volt watt Max
Z and Y
Julie why spy?
Note. Alphabets are basic building blocks of language.
Categories:
volt, 10th grade, 12th grade, change, character, destiny,
Form:
ABC
Sweet siesta spreads
Dream dazzles dread
Puzzle piques peace
Effort earns ease
Fashion fine form
Nurture nice norms
Grace gathers gifts
Light laughter lifts
Vote vibrant volt
Bear booming bolt
Sure symbol signs
List lovely lines
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2015
Singapore
Categories:
volt, change,
Form:
Alliteration
The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got
I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short
And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot
Categories:
volt, appreciation, basketball, happy, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The verb, when well wired,
acts as a unit of electrical potential
equal to the difference between two sparks of meaning
on a graduated scale of question marks,
carrying a constant current of one impact.
When poetic power charges the space
between the thought and the word
there is a jolt,
and a vault from an ought
to a fact.
In the right hands
a marvelous toy.
Categories:
volt, language,
Form:
Free verse
These lines I write
and think well done
are merely words strung
from some propelling force,
while I watch them appear.
Watch to find the air
shimmer with familar light
within its space of silence
as a volt of words is written.
Words writing words
that become smitten
by this familar mind
with holding on to cadence or rhyme
to circulate through
a calling to do better.
Categories:
volt, mystery, on writing and words, words,
Form:
Free verse
In the middle of the night
In the middle of a sleep
I was woken up
By a chirping beep.
Each assertive peep
Grated on my brain.
If it kept it up
I would go insane.
We knew what it was –
Meant to stave off harm
‘Twas the battery
From the smoke alarm.
When the 9 volt dies
It announces such
With annoying chirps
No one likes too much.
So my spouse got up,
Made the beeping cease.
If a fire broke out,
Least we’d die in peace.
Categories:
volt, sound,
Form:
Rhyme
Deus Volt I scream by my brother's side,
a distinct bell rings measuring 39mm wide,
high stepping over the deconstructed rubble,
klashnikov volley is what's giving us trouble,
our advancement through the city begins to slow,
primary and secondary left with one mag to go, (clink)
armor so tight it impedes the breathing, (clank)
honor steps in like a sword unsheathing, (clink)
clinking of a grenades stops under my chest,
my brothers have been saved you know the rest.
Categories:
volt, brother, character, courage, death, devotion, farewell, veterans
Form:
Rhyme
It has been a long time.
Summer of sixty-nine.
Dad, Uncle Don, and I
Their decision to fly.
Wires, you control type.
I ran and walked inside.
For Pepsi cold as ice.
Was there under five.
Had just arrived.
He hit a high-tension line.
The mega-volt kind.
The arcs flashed, pure white.
Blinding light, ten feet high.
As we knelt by his side
tears welled, began to cry.
It has been a long time.
My Dad survived.
Etched forever in mind.
Truth is stranger than Fiction.
Categories:
volt, memory,
Form:
Monorhyme