Short Wilkes Poems

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


Nostrae Vicaria

The music
called the dancers
to the floor

The poet
waltzing freely
—with his eyes

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)


Premium Member Bad Face, Bad Hands

Why am I filled with remorse?
I have the long face of a horse,
and if you want to know the truth,
the hands of John Wilkes Booth.
Form: Epigram

In His Service

Thank God
for the
moral argument

And your conscience
for the 
time and space
— of its creation

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1989)
god
Form: Rhyme

Hollow Drums

Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion

Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums

Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness

Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run

(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shenanigans

There was an old lawyer named Ruth
Who didn't mind bending the truth.
No scoundrel too bad,
If money he had.
He'd have pled self defense for Wilkes Booth.

For Carolyn's
lawyer limerick Tied for no. 1
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Shot Forsooth

Alas, Abe Lincoln was fatally shot forsooth,

By that nefarious cad John Wilkes Booth!

Booth was shot by Sergeant Boston Corbett,

Sending him on his well-deserved eternal orbit!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Form: Clerihew

Useless Useless

April 14, 1865
A chilled southern wind
Lincoln's last hours
Our American Cousin...

John Wilkes Booth
born: May 10, 1838
Taurus the bull
claimed he had too great a soul
to die like a common criminal...

April 26, 1865
shot rang out
hands held above chest
tell mother I died for country
these hands, useless...useless..
~ ~ ~ ~

Premium Member Lincoln Lincoln

Lincoln, Lincoln

Lincoln, Lincoln he no stinkum
he was good man, yes siree.

He the one that set um free
makeum homes for you and me.

Him the one who wears black clothes
had tall hat and crooked nose.

He the tall and stately bird
people all around him heard,
as him giveum big address
at Gettysburg, him didum best.

Him was shot by John Wilkes Booth
oh, this man was quite uncouth.

Then they laid um Abe to rest
me thinks him the very best.

By:  Marilyn Jennings

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