Short Wire Poems
Short Wire Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wire by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wire by length and keyword.
Thoughts,
Phrases
at such velocity!
Snatched pieces,
suspended on
Brain wire
Strung together,
Poetically composed.
The GOP and NRA
Invite you all to come and play
For their wire hanger
Will vent the anger
For those who come another day!
high ceiling eight foot
ladder reaching for the fan —
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sturdy a d steady
8/6/2020
*third line split for effect
Den The Dawn Her Bird Cage Pawn
Plucked Their Hens A Feather Pen
Cock A Doodle Doo His, Momma Knew....
Form:
my face is covered
wet things give me cold
but nothing you pay me
one day I will eat up
bellies of your trousers
then know wire is wire
The tight rope act fell from the wire
Afterwards they had to retire
All broke-up and Mame
Had no one to blame
But a shifty Beddie eye supplier
Twisted and tormented
You keep things in, you keep things out
A guardian, a jailer
Form:
bird on
a wire
what makes
your heart
go higher or
is it
what you
desire
that true passion
to be
absolutely
free
as
the
southern wind
Stan the atheist walked a wire
Strung between two church spire,
However a forceful bell-ringing nun
Brought the non-believer undone,
Saying, that'll fix the religious denier.
its me,
that counts,
others are numbers,
its me,
that matters,
others do not matter,
if I want I get it,
If I do not-I do not,
the power of me is HUGE,
this is wired to our fuse.
You're taking my life,
to hold in your hands,
a chemical surprise,
on amphetamine sands,
and I'm taking your heart,
though painful to me,
because the body is worthless,
if the mind isn't free.
Form:
green anole leaps,
high wire act sans net, and laughs ~
at Geico gecko
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The green anole (a-no-le) is native to the southeast and likes to hang out in trees and on walls.
Wire hangs like shadows in the rain;
Half-personality and half-strained.
The leaf hangs in a metaphysical wind,
A glare of color
Lacks structure with a frame.
Form:
The wire's wound tight, and so taut 'round my neck.
And I know, 'less it snaps, I will soon lose my breath.
But my body and mind an innumerable wreck,
I can only just smile at the prospect of death.
There's a fairy in my chest
Live's with two crooked knives
In a barbed wire nest.
She loves to play and hide
In the dense and dolorous vines.
And I can get no rest.
As she tortures me at all times.
Rusted wire against a tree, year by year recedes
The countless rings of outer bark enwrap the wire within.
I mark the circles choking me. I’m taut, stretched thin.
Thus Time is so absorbing me. Consumed. The oak tree feeds.
On the horns of a dilemma
a daring high-wire act
weighing options carefully
with diplomacy and tact
Best let nature take her course
Storms subside with time
Encourage a rapproachement
Nurture elegant wind-chimes
When your heart admire
To live like a bird on a wire
Praise Phoenix the bird of fire
Indian white clouds, we soar higher
To a spiritual world, if we desire
There is nothing sweeter in life,
Then to live like a bird on a wire
Seven black birds sit on a wire
Six facing east, one facing west
Is he different than the rest?
Perhaps he just wants to stand out
So the girl birds will think him cool
And want to merge with his gene pool
The Wire that Got Bent out of Shape
I am a wire.
I am always getting bent out of shape by wrenches.
They are always twisting me and bending me.
I hate it so much.
Then I have to go to my dad
Who is a vice
To get back into shape.
I HATE IT!
he never thinks fore he talks
but on rope, head high, he walks
there's nary a fear in mind
a stronger base you'll ne'er find
his voice a substantial weight
his promise looming and great
those below look up with awe
all too blind to spot a flaw
Lonely is the wire where no bird comes to rest it's feet, as if the message once flown to you, is numbered incomplete. How does love live lively in the flight upon their wings, throughout the barrier of love between to gather in the light
That love it brings.
Rusted wire against a tree
Year by year recedes
Inside of the circling bark, invisibly
Consumed. Relentlessly, the oak tree feeds.
The countless rings of outer bark
Enwrap the wire within.
Thus Time is absorbing me. I mark
The circles choking me. I’m taut, stretched thin.
Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three strikes you're dead
In the old kill people game.
derelict gypsies in the shade
speak with crows across the way.
through the barley field and the corn
spread the tenacles that were forlorned.
telephone wires that have no shape
stretching out so none escape.
some said that it was the cross,
some followed the lines and were lost.