Smaller Poems - Poems about Smaller

As I get older My wish lists get Smaller and smaller What I really want Can't be bought...

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I live in the flight path of fifty to one hundred planes a day Very rarely do my dogs look up now They think it is normal for the sky to sound like a 747 Today was an exception We all looked up A plane sounded like she needed a muffler I thought it would be a small plane It was a...

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A woman I once dated had breasts whose size gave men’s eyes no rest. I was tempted to dub her Mt. Muchmore but she had only two, not four. ...

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Once there were millions. Now there are billions. Once there were kings. Now there are councils. Once there was ignorance. Now knowledge abounds. Once there was poverty. Now comfort for most. Once there was war. Now there is peace. Once there were traditions. Now there are systems. Our relative power is slipping away. Even as we all grow greater each day. 8 October 2023...

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Do they dream of vast oceans, of soaring sea-raised mountains of wave upon wave of rolling aqueous seascapes? The little brown ducks show no such inclination. They dabble and diddle about gently pecking at moments meandering from here to there on the silky green grass banks of a shallow pond. The in-land gulls that descend flat-footed on the lush lawns squawk loudly of the salty life far from the safety of...

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When I was but a baby boy No sweeter life could I enjoy Beyond my room, my welcome bed My refuge in the years ahead Where nothing but the night is black And black is never dark for lack Of something bright or greater light But merely brings a lesser sight And should a sullen something scratch Or enter unbeknownst to hatch A nightmare by...

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Our planet's a much smaller place today; the internet connects us one to one. And we understand what each has to say; everyone can converse with anyone, foreign translations are instantly done. We're now able to link with each other; learn how we differ and what goals we share. Calling strangers my sister or brother; we expound on love and voice our despair, sharing...

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I have a flatter head said the gator, haughtily. So what? The crock answered. “Let me see.” But crock went home and pouted about it too. His mother told him not to be so blue. Gators have much smaller heads, she said. Their brains are tiny, not easily fed. But don’t tell him that. For you will hurt your friend. So crock’s...

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My life at seventy-two, amazing, yet there are times when its blue. In context, a haibun is of the now, not the future, or past. Oh, references can be made, in context, to ether, with qualifiers. So, today, for me has been a quest, Japanese poem rules investigated, cross-referenced, and found abused. No expert am...

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I see the world through a screen The lines cut everything into little squares If I get far enough away I can hardly tell But when I am up closer it all gets clear Nothing is connected everything is alone The lines are there because I drew them The separation protects my fragile self The little squares make everything smaller The tiny...

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False promises that you made to me Letting me see What you wanted Me to see Giving me hope When none was there Making me care And leaving me scared Fasting my heart To fill me with doubt Making me feel Just like a small mouse...

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A Smaller Flame... Death, where is your respite? Fear, how bitter your taste? Time, how fickle your finger, upon the pulse of haste. Anger, how deep your reach? as I turn my face away... Hatred, your cold embrace, has left me with nothing to say. The voices of the heart are faint, and whispers fade to nothing. Tears that never fall, For a moment soon forgotten....

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How like a prison is my once loved home Since now I linger here in fevered chills. No more may I be free to walk and roam Nor climb the mountains and the hills. The television irks me and annoys I cannot bear the sound of human voice. My lost intelligence is not deployed I err in thinking I ...

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The Products Get Smaller and Smaller By Elton Camp Every time that we go to the store Containers hold less than before This is only a hidden price increase A practice that truly needs to cease For it will hurt all in coming days When there’s no cost of living raise Sometimes the shape will change Slyly cutting contents to arrange A bubble at the...

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There is brown here A dooming neutrality darkening to black as I picture you further than the sleeve equipped for my emotive exchanges In my misspelled well wishings I hope you thought kindly I am not as bitter as my mocking your pockets may seem I prefer you this way Except, you must understand that the best way to please me is to not And out of the other twenties...

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