Short Volume Poems

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


Sharing a Volume

"Crime and Punishment"
lies open upon his lap.
A fly alights page
two hundred seventy three
and both continue to read.
Form: Tanka


Sharing a Volume

"Crime and Punishment"
lies open upon his lap.
A fly alights page
two hundred seventy three
and both continue to read.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member An Ounce Of Tears

not enough to soak my dark night’s pillows with volume of regret’s salt pledge is flooding my bed
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
cry
Form: Kimo

Solids

Possess definite shape
And volume with molecules spaced
Close together.









Written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
Form: Senryu

Liquids

Definite volume but 
Not shape containers hold them
Slightly loose in space.







Written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
Form: Senryu


Screaming Love

Love's screaming at me,
full volume in my ear but,
I'm to deaf to hear
somthing telling me to love,
to love the one who loves me.
© Bri Brown  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Biden's Hymn

Caught in this web of lies
where volume may the truth disguise
will Union o’er two hundred years fail
can reason over rant prevail?
Form: Couplet

Premium Member 7 TaLkInG HEADS-

Seven voices, several choices speaks
Volume radiance shouts speak-up

2/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Premium Member Volume

A new book
seal broken
virgin page.

Hastily
scrawled in red
volume loud

the word SAVE.
Now slowly
close cover.




Tricube
Form: Other

Magic

heads bent together
son adjusting the computer volume
father hearing music
playing the guitar
showing his son
how to hear
how to play
magic

Premium Member Last Burst In Night's Sky

last burst in night’s sky
stars shimmer and fizzle out. . . . 
 fireflies dance on

For the Poet Doctor's 'HAIKU in 5 7 5 only - Volume 1' Contest
Form: Haiku

See

A volume is in a place of its size
Be it too tiny or too huge
Call it lay call it thing
Deduce or induce
Educes for sure
Fourth, its time
Get it

Haiku

Yucca of white bells

protected by swords of green

enjoying parched land




7/5/2018
Haiku volume 1 contest
Sponsored by poet doctor the.
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Volume and Measure Imagined

So, we are here
then we depart
from this primordial ground.

Set free to be
released
back... onto the ultimate cosmic
starting point
of creation.

Premium Member Deer

forests pulchritude 
antlers maybe-maybe not
elegant footsteps 

Haiku in 5 7 5 Only Volume 1 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by The Poet Doctor 
7/4/2018
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Starling Stereo

starling stereo crisp and clear early morning set to full volume weighty wings arise marvelous and maddening at verge of daybreak
Form: Sedoka

Tap Dance Practice

Tippity tappity tip
tap tip
Tapping the toes
with a flip of the
hip
Pause for some water
– take a big sip
Then pump up the
volume and really
let rip

Premium Member Level It Up

You want a rock song
but mope and sing of lost love;
Get up and raise the volume! 
Level it all up;
You’ve got to let yourself go 
to shred a new melody.
Form: Sedoka

Om

Slowly. I find my. Self|| The center. beautifully. attained|| One sound. overwhelming volume. moving. me|| One word. Leaves. Me speach. -less||
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Ice-Capped Hillsides

the ice-capped hillsides

are mirrored through the bright lens

of tiny swallows 


HAIKU in 5 7 5 only - Volume 1 
Sponsor: Poet Doctor. The      7/6/2018
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Queen

Countdown to her crown,
Coronation;
She’s a person,
Worthy of meditation;
So, apprising, now,
Ascribing volume, loud;
For I claim, to shape in,
Appreciation –
Form: Lyric

Volume Button OCD

Volume Button OCD

There once was a man (that would be me)
Whose TV must rest on even degree;
Twenty’s divine,
Twenty-two’s fine—
So I watch in silence till numbers agree.
Form: Rhyme

OCD

Volume Button OCD

There once was a man (that would be me)
Whose TV must rest on even degree;
Twenty’s divine,
Twenty-two’s fine—
So I watch in silence till numbers agree.
Form: Rhyme

Volume Button OCD

Volume Button OCD

There once was a man (that would be me)
Whose TV must rest on even degree;
Twenty’s divine,
Twenty-two’s fine—
So I watch in silence till numbers agree.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Jig is up

They do it in halls, even farms,
it’s part of an Irishman’s charms;
but the whole world was shook
when Flynn found the lost book:
Irish Dance, Volume Two, The Arms.
Form: Limerick

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