Cone Shaped Poems | Examples

Dirt Devil

cone shaped it appears
     zigzagging across the sand
          the wind is its guide

To Nip a Drip

Ice cream cones are meant to drip 
But once you’ve got the knack,
You catch those drops on tongue or lip
To help preserve your snack.

At times the bottom of the cone
Might form a little hole,
Allowing an escape, unknown
When ice cream’s in a bowl.

So someone came up with a plan -
A paper cone-shaped coat
To overlay the cone, but man,
They’d never get my vote!

The paper's somehow always stuck;
It’s hard to peel away.
Thus, oftentimes, I’m out of luck 
And there’s a price to pay. 

I either toss the cone before
I’m finished or I might
Ingest some shreds of paper, more 
Than I want in a bite!

The Night Peddler

Escaping through a window,
he mounts a silver skeleton.
Flying downhill, dispensing power
through straining ligaments.
His heroic calves squeezing light
into cone-shaped yellow beams
Then uphill, the counter-attack
of implacable night.
The boy speeds through
sleeping streets,
cape flowing, eye-mask
unseen, essential though
for a peddle-powered hero
who patrols
by the glow of a dynamo.

SANDPIPER

The briny's ebbed and out of reach
and in its wake a fresh clean beach
but left behind and snagged on rock
are slimy strings of bladder wrack.
In rock pools some creatures marooned
and bits of bygone life abound,
like skeletons of crustacean
that once thrived in this vast ocean. 

A sandpiper struts on mudflat
as that is where his food is at.
For cone shaped casts he keeps keen eye
knowing that's where a lugworm lie.
His pointed beak is poised to stab
into the mud a worm to grab.
He must be quick to win his fill
for soon returning tide will spill.

The Greektown Shooting

"You are not alone" she whispered to a dying girl 
 while the angels swooped down to hold a pearl 
 Unspeakable acts in a world of dishumanisation
 mental illness is spreading, inside our Nation..

Why is it the innocent pay for the debt 
 of sick people they have never met?. 
 I cannot imagine what Linda was thinking 
 as she held a dying soul without blinking

In memory of this beautiful soul that died 
 let us bow our heads and prep our souls 
 for a moment of quietude and silence 
 Let us say a prayer for those who died 

Mental illness is like a candle stick snuffer 
 extinguishing flames in a cone shaped world
 Its the innocent ones that go on to suffer 
 in a world where violence/ treason is hurled. 

July 24, 2018

Ice Cream

Ice Cream


    Lover of the shade,

    Chilled fruit of the high summer.

     Soft petalled flower,

     Edible varieties

     Budding from a cone shaped stem.


      Barry Stebbings
       05/30/18

      Syllable count by
       Howmanysyllables.com

My Lilacs

I love my lilacs. 
A sign of life that blooms
A tear to my eye, oh their fragrance
Cone-shaped petals of lavender and white
They forever grow in my heart

I pick and pick at them until they grow so high
I can’t make contact. 
They stop growing
I can’t reach or
Arrange them into beautiful bouquets or 
Enjoy their sweet scent
Oh, but I love my lilacs

I now enjoy them from afar. 
I can no longer display them. 
If you stand real still and close your eyes you can catch their perfume 
When the wind blows north
Their beauty barely within reach
I will always love them. 

I have learned
With proper pruning
My lilacs would still be in reach
Their beauty for all to see
Their fragrance for all to enjoy
Their magnificence filling my world

Dandelions don’t tell no lies. Lilacs do.

Entropy's Hourglass

Sand falls silently and relentlessly in a steady steam
from the top bulb to bottom bulb through hourglass neck.
Sand grains tick the seconds away as they flow,
forming an inverted cone-shaped pile.
Excess tumbling down the sides
of the sand hill below.
A gaggle of grains
disordered
in time
pause
waiting
for flip-overs 
to flow in reverse
back to whence they came.
An endless cycle of flip flops
marking the passage of time when
time began with the big bang explosion
when order in the singularity was maximal.
Extreme order shattered in a surge towards more disorder,
with time, the marker of endless fate to increase entropy.

I Draw Women

I draw women, 
Booby women,
I like them.
They are round and good.
They make clothes seem pretty.
I am a 65-year-old woman.
I like women.
Women are the best.
I am not a lesbian, but I love boobs.
I am a product of the 50’.
When TV actresses wore cone-shaped bras under sweaters.
Betty Boop was the sexpot of the 50’s; we all liked to
Think of ourselves as one day being “boop boop de boop!”
Anyway, I did.
Every girl in first grade needed a boob-laden Barbie doll.
She came out in 1957, and this was 1959.
If you did not have one, something was wrong with you.
It was hard getting Barbie’s shirts snapped. 
Those boobs were hard, plastic.
They were still fun.
I love drawing women.
Booby women.
It feels good, and I love it.

Sun Day

SUN DAY

                                               Ocean
                                                Tide’s fun
                                                  Bold sun
                                                   Red nun

Jet ski flies o’er ocean, tide’s fun splash
All day affair - bold sun, red nun thrash

4/9/2017
Tyburn Form

*nun – cone-shaped buoy

That's Another Reason I'M Upset

What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause?  I 
     always find myself guessing about what type of lurid surreptitious 
     act of debauchery is practiced within the confines of such nonsensical
     attire.

     You always seem to run into one of these super naturalists in the dark
     recesses of some ancient dim lit pub swilling grog by candle lite.  
     Come on, would you allow an eighty year old guy with a white beard
     down to his navel, wearing a robe that hasn't seen a dry cleaners in 
     a fortnight, toting a six foot gnarled hard wood staff, into your bar?
     The guy won't even take that floppy wide brimmed cone shaped hat 
     off when he comes inside.

     And another thing, he's always on a quest, never just out for a cold one.
     I don't know, this has just always bothered me a little...

Christmas Music

Christmas songs are played in all big houses.	
Harmonizes the spirit of mankind.		
Red cone-shaped hats are worn by all ages,	
It only makes Christmas day sought to find.	
Singing Christmas carols under streetlight,	
Timeless pleasure can be seen on their eyes. 	
Music and bright lights are dancing each night,	
As kids start to buy gifts full of surprise.		
Santa Claus will come singing “Ho! Ho! Ho!”	

Most minds are thrilled for this will happen once.	
Under the lights, the cars are on the go!		
So that they could go home with their loved ones 
Indescribable sound of this music…
Christmas can only make this true magic!

Life In Monochrome

Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
numb.
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.

It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.

In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.

If only for a moment,
If only for a moment.

Christmas On Mars

This will not be a typical Christmas Day.
Home is one hundred million kilometers away.
There is desiccated orange soil all around.
Nowhere is there a fir tree to be found.
Nearby is a cone-shaped rock formation.
Perhaps we can use our imagination.
Someone came up with an idea quite keen.
Why don’t we spray paint that cone-rock green?
We might dress it up with some tinsel and lights.
It will look pretty during the twelve Christmas nights.
Sunset is almost here.  We will have to go.
At night, temperatures can drop to forty below.
We will be nice and warm inside our Quonset huts.
There is some eggnog and fruitcake full of nuts.
The chaplain can lead us in a service and prayer.
Right now, let us get out of this thin, cold air.
Here comes the nighttime under a canopy of stars.
This is our first Christmas on Mars.

Purple Cone Flower

Purple cone flower
Cone shaped center attracts
All hungry insects

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