one sentence poems

One-sentence poem


Turning the sky
Deep
Dark
Orange;
Only
Inches showing,
As the sun
Falls
On the
Horizon.

contrast poems

CONTRAST POEMS


With you –
Casual, unconcerned, joyful,
Content,
Relaxed and have fun,
Luckiest guy ever!

Showers and Storms.

Showers and Storms
Late afternoon.Children running out from the school doors.Birds chirp and fly high up above.The sun beats down on the earth.A shivering breeze picks up.Wind chimes begin the clash together.The birds no longer soar, instead they hide in trees.Enormous clouds cover the sun.WHOOSHH! Out of nowhere the sky begins to cry.Water pours down uncontrollably.Children begin to scurry inside again.Umbrellas sprout up across the land.The end!The sun peeps around the fading fog.The flowers lift their heads.The smell of freshness sweeps the air.

Morning After

Morning After

What a day yesterday was!
My back is killing me from those
unfit beds and chairs.
And those bowls, come on,
talk about being completely incorrect!
Oh well, I tried new things
and learned a lesson from it.
Next time I’ll stick to things my size.

Sound Effects

Sound Effects

Chugging down the tracks,
Hurrying its way down the tunnel,
Only one goal to fulfill
Overcome the broke track.
Clang, clang, the rails clash and spark together,
Hastily rushing down the route,
Oddly enough, dodging the mishap,
Overthrowing the chance of agony.

Animal Persons

Animal Persons

Dear midnight, when the moon comes out
and is its very highest in the sky,
the owl came out to perform.
With widened and piercing eyes,
he begins to sing his harmony.
Delivered with such perfection,
and no mistakes at all,
his tune sweeps across the land.
His screeching melody is heard everywhere,
near and far, here or there.
His beak closes, his neck turns,
he awaits the audience’s reaction.
The crickets chirp and the bats fly high,
and he starts again in encore.

Object Poem

Object Poem
Appearing bumpy and slick,
your corn and your skin,
now dried up and dehydrated,
yet still looking wholesome,
surviving the weather and the land.
Beaded with thousands
of small corn parcels,
and scattered distantlythroughout the plains.
Lifelessly sitting on the desk,
lies the remembrance of a time,
back in the day,
when this was the common nourishment.