Small Poems - Poems about Small

One Autumn day, on mountain trek A leaf flew down, I did reflect: Here stop a while, from onward way On mountain trek one Autumn day Upon the path, small things beguile From onward way, here stop awhile This autumn leaf such beauty hath Small things beguile upon the path Such colours live in time so...

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Too small, for two of us. Wanting to run away, I was reluctant to stay here. Our pay checks did not reach far in those days, I had a place to rest my head. Needed more rent money, please rain dollars. Too small....

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With those who want to test the waters, and yet have no wish to get their feet wet, but wait to have their cake (and eat it too) handed to them on a plate, I will neither split hairs and pick nits nor reason or debate (or tear their thoughts to bits) so, if they're going to 'fly', (jump to a conclusion) either do it or don't, as Yoda said,...

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sandy has a smaller heart than an artichoke emotionally a quintessential slowpoke stomping on others feelings with army boots ripping out hearts straight from their roots leaving broken and battered in her wake as dangerous as any typhoon or earthquake...

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Though maybe it doesn't show, I just thought that you should know my pain continues to grow. It's not that I wish for you to go. It's just, my little so-and-so, that you're standing on my toe. ...

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I was born in a cup to small, Not enough room for me to grow. I don’t grow much, I just sit in quiet and such. Alone I usually am. My cup is dirty. And broken, I’ve hit the glass, In hopes to make it bigger, But when I do I shatter. I burn it all comes out. And I realize, I wasn’t born in this cup. I...

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L-ittle E-yes I-'m R-eferring A-lways H-ave D-epth I-n O-nlooker's N-arrowness ©bfa070125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Leirah Dion)...

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Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat, Red eyes might grow tough to handle mettle... That Is how small the mind could be to beat. Finger might flip up hints to pure deceit, Somewhat so close to Cain's stunt on Abel; Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat. Alcohol could have actualised such treat, Upon rage within, ever...

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Famous pet doctor, James Alfred Wight Who, at 50 years of age, began to professionally write Taking "James Herriot" as his pen name Bought from a goalkeeper at a football game Couldn't publish with the name he used as a vet Self-promotion goes against professional etiquette But he had a way with words To write many funny blurbs About his family, his friends,...

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a blemish small barely perceptible until I discovered it and worked it over Now it is enormous, angry, and bleeding By the time I get through it will scab and scar...

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I lived in a cage. I loved it. The bars were golden. They were polished each day by hands that said they loved me. I never asked who locked the door. I lived in a pond. I loved it. It was shallow, but it mirrored what I wanted to believe. I never asked for more. The lily...

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For those healing in silence. Maybe it’s the sunlight, dotting playfully through the blinds— a quiet reminder that the world still holds light. Maybe it’s the steam rising from morning Earl Grey, a scone with melted butter —a moment of normal in a day that’s anything but. Perhaps it’s the slow turn of a page, the way strangers drift past your window— Perhaps it’s in imagining their thoughts, their...

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In a world of illusions, where great and small liars play chess with destinies, Curtains of smoke dance on the stage of time, hiding unwritten truths, On a black canvas, they paint empty words, with brushes of dirty silver, And in deep pockets they gather shattered dreams, like stones from a silent river. Under the mask of saviors, they...

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There is a need for quietness today, I listen to my neighbor's toilet flush, it takes a long time for the sound to drain away and refill, I hold seconds inside my mind between that rise and fall. There is space for listening, the trash compactor chews on when switched off. I hear conversations filtering through the air conditioner, words both distinct and garbled. Yesterdays hurried meal speaks...

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No riots today in my small town No protestors or police around Everywhere I look, peace and quiet On Main Street, three dogs lie down ...

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