Long Legged Poems
Long Legged Poems. Below are the most popular long Legged by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Legged poems by poem length and keyword.
Ok don’t laugh I’m serious about this
They say Ignorance is a double dose of bliss
I’m a novice at writing poetry and you can tell
I can only rhime and don’t care how a spell (Rhyme :-)
Anyway don’t laugh I say this again
Don’t laugh I tell you as I try to explain
Couplet- I thought this was six year olds that were married
Haiku - Those thing-a-ma-jigs a native American woman uses for the baby she carried
A Blank Verse - Well you guessed it, writer’s block
Eleggy - An elegant tall woman of upper class stock ( sorry Elegy)
Ghazal - Yes the antelope that roam the African plain
Epithalamium- something you need an operation for because it causes you pain
Carpe Diem – Must be the name of a Greek god
Canzone – An Egyptian three eyed, six legged dog
Well I could go on and on
I got it off my chest and admit I was wrong
The rest are explicit and sexual and need permission
I’m glad for poetry soups 51 types of poetry and their definition
Don’t laugh
The Instigator
The sky over Europe is silent, but there is fear
In the heart of many and the man who started
this fear is sleepless and swims slowly in his
swimming pool.
He is seventy now and struggles with his body
wears trousers too tight, sits wide-legged
giving the impression of rugged good health
as doctors tell him, as he is fearful of dying.
Thoughts swivel in his mind; he is isolated
and suspicious of people indifferent
of his view on how the world should be run.
A lackey enters tell of news from the front.
This lift, his spirit he swims faster now, sleep
eludes him, knows he will awake with a gnawing
sense he might be wrong.
Come and see, beneath the sea
A world unbound by gravity
Seaweed forests which float and sway
Where schools of fishes dart and play
Castles of misty coral sands
Glimmer in pastel rainbow strands
Boldly disguised, the octopus blends
Like an eight-legged chameleon
A turquoise tail of a maiden fair
Breathing bubbles instead of air
Fantastic yellows and blues divine
Dazzle with aquamarine shine
Sun dappled coins spill liquid light
As waves crest towards lilac night
This magic lies, so close below
So take my hand, hold your breath -
Here we go!
11/06/22
Unburden a 'U' word contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Hoosier winters were mighty frigid on the farm when I was a lad.
Ma insisted no matter what I did, I was to be warmly clad!
With toboggan cap, mackinaw, mittens and lace-up leather boots,
And of course beneath it all, one of those scratchy union suits!
They've been around nigh on a hundred-fifty years, I'm told,
Worn by men, women and kids to protect 'em from the cold.
With a handy flap, dozens of buttons, in colors of red or white;
They don't enhance the physique -in fact they look a fright!
The buttoned flap is a practical and convenient innovation,
Especially when in a hurry and in moments of desperation!
I've even heard of fellers dwellin' in 'em all the winter long.
By springtime the fragrance must've been most powerfully strong!
On clothes lines on cold and wintry days hung a frightful horde,
Of frozen union suits dancin' on the lines as stiff as a board!
In a pile nigh the parlor stove they would be casually tossed,
To shed their clingin' coats of rime and gradually defrost!
Ain't nothin' that'll keep you warmer on a cold wintry morn,
For sloppin' hogs, milkin' cows and shuckin' fields of corn,
Curryin' horses, milkin' goats or any other agrarian pursuit,
Like a scratchy, itchy, long-legged, venerable union suit!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party
Eyes, little iridescent stars
Attending to each one, and look there,
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine
Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron?
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine
Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves
Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark
And they become spiders again
Yesterday
I sat crossed legged
On my teak floor
Looking out
At the city lights
As I thought
About that time
Down by the lake
I was sitting
On the shore
With the sun beaming
Warming my face
A cool breeze
Off the lake
Had caused me to think
Of that time
I was being pushed
On that old tire swing
In front of the house
I was swinging
Back and forth
Lost in my thoughts
Wondering
If she felt the same way
We had been together
Just the other day
I could still feel
Her hand in mine
We had walked
For hours that day
Talking about so many things
For some reason
I was distracted
Thinking about school
My teacher had scolded me
There I was sitting in her class
Not paying attention
She said I was always daydreaming
I have to admit
What she said
It was true
My mind
Drifted
To that place with the mirrors
There as I sat
At that counter
Mirrors at both ends
Just me alone
Looking at the endless counter
And so many of me
Wondering
What the future
Would hold
If each of me
Would live a different life
We all sat there
Swinging
Our legs
Back and forth
Like the pendulum
In my mind.
when she left her house she was running
not as fast as a cougar, but swift for a two-legged
she wanted to get away and think
in order to do that, she had to leave the electronics behind
her husband’s television sets were on twenty-four, seven.
There were eight of them.
prairie had an amazing wind today; you knew you were in Kansas.
she knew she needed to change her life
where would she go? when would she leave?
no time like today, right now, her heart said.
she felt refreshed, cleansed, appreciated by the wind.
she sat; her hair whipping around her like a weak spider’s legs.
she began to plot
to plan
to scheme
to imagine
to visualize
but then she heard her baby’s cry
so she wandered back, into the land of the non-thinking.
I ask Freya of the cool blue North
To be my special Magic Goddess
Naked in Her clicking high heels
Freya, my new fantasy friend
At my side when adventures go forth
She's posing in Her skin for me
At the edge of the mystic trees
Twisting, bending, showing me
I can have Her, if I can catch Her,
If I love Her, what a tease
She's teaching me Her style of charm
To conjure Her in dreams awaking
Glamouring love spasm calling Her name
Goddess of Love and shuddering Sex
Clenching my fingers in Her golden mane
Freya my partner in dark sex adored
Feral Freya with paralyzing eyes
Ancient primal Sacred Whore
Gliding around me in blazing form
Goddess of Love and Death and War
Magic Shape Shifter, Valkyrie Queen
Who could ask for a cooler Girlfriend?
We went shopping for shoes today
For clicky high-heels that firm up Her rear end
Then hit the sidewalk to stun the old men
Long-legged Freya, my Goddess Girlfriend
We’ve done our weekly shopping
and I need to use the loo
arriving at the ladies
There is a massive queue
I stand in line cross legged
there are six in front of me
I wish people would hurry up
Cos I’m bursting for a pee
A mum arrives with her toddler
who is doing the wet knicker dance
she cries out very loudly
'I’ve gone and peed my pants'
We usher them in front of us
It’s the kindest thing to do
at least it’s only urine
and not a smelly pooh
Finally it’s my turn
and I sidle into the stall
then I notice the loo roll dispenser
which is fixed onto the wall
There’s a minute amount of toilet paper
poking out of the hole in the middle
I find emergency supplies in my handbag
I keep some spare to use when I piddle
My hubby will be patiently waiting
he’ll be playing spider solitare
next time I’m gonna use the gents loos
because there’s never a queue in there!
4/18/19
Asinine
The Poem
Spit and glue
Tape on glasses
Lace on wrinkled rumps
Lipstick on lizards
Ants in bee-hives
Parties in the cemeteries
Toothfairy bank robbers
Dunces in libraries.
Rhymes on caution signs
Large Letters for the deaf
and hearing aids for the blind-
Asinine.
I think, to see a cripple crabs with crutches,
bow-legged spiders with a pigeon toe-ed cat.
Or a knock-knee-ed rabbit- with a Multi-Colored Bat
Apes eating hor devours
Amish wearing Hats no-more
Imagine the scenic scene
That we would see-
If the Sky replaced the sea-
Spit and Glue will never do-Spit
won't do, when you need glue.
Dressed to kill with taped up glasses,Lace on strippers
with wrinkled rumps
It's a crazy poem but I really feel
You should never read rhymes on caution signs.
CAUTION
Look up here
have no fear –
There have been
twenty-six
accidents right here-
When you slow up
to read this rhyme
you may get hit
from behind
cross the white
line and smash
over the medium