Petite Poems - Poems about Petite

she thinks she is petite

Marvelous redheaded ballerina think she is petite
I think her overconfidence is truly rather sweet
Her tutu is a bit snug, but I find this endearing too.
Grateful that I no longer feel I have to wear a tutu.

Doff and Don

Everence, most evenness scenes ever.
The cremated remains last.
Can I return it for a difference?

Zealous, jealous, and conscientious,
emanated outward, giggles and grins.
Can I re-petite ****?

Phenomenal Moment of Love

We both got drunk,
          in briefness of 
          wine of pleasure...
          We die for an instant
          in the succinct

La Petite Mort

Straight to the cares of sweetest pleasure,
souls flying from hence to dopamine treasure.

Honey fragrance silver sensation well,
weaken consciousness loss of mind to tell.

Post inferior nervous spasm fainting episode,
the cultural link between coitus and death.

Anger management at the intimate edge,
Champagne sipping la petite mort alleged.

Glorious salvation by Shakespeare intentions,
the laughing crowd entertained by symbolic intervention.

“For she

Ma Petite Fleur

Red and blue
In the sun;
On an island
Near the coast-
Strange and
Bizarre flower,
With blissful scent,
Feverishly spent!
Heart of the morning,
And the color-
Of the sunset,
On skies of blue.
My little flower,
So savagely wild!

Ma Petite Kit

Come and sit,

ma petite kit

come, sip

Sip a small bit.

I'll sing you a song,

here's my love

come, purr..

let me curl

your fur,

as you sleep

soft like sheep,

I silently peep

as I promise to keep

dear,

you safe and sound here.





12-9-19
Yalto Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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La Petite Mort

I love your naked body
A canvas for my claws
In the midst of pain and pleasure
Your bound to do it all
From the ripping of the flesh, La petite mort 
You feel the little death
Only one rose knows your name
But the thorns are why you came.

Petite Hands

petite hands
molding my heart like clay
motherhood

Petite Poetess

Petite she may be, but her words say otherwise
Extremely intelligent, simply read through her writes
Themes of mix, appropriates my eyes
Inner thoughts of her peripheral, leaves me to sigh
Testament to her faith
Everlasting, it's in her eyes

Poetry plays a part, massively in her life
Outwardly there's that smile, wonderfully rife
Emitting, oozing warmth, infectious she be
Thermal is her heart,

Unfettered Petite

Unfettered she arose my consciousness
Desirable alluring petal
Lone rose from the dirt pile
Beautiful African luscious eve

Killing me with each sway
Swooning me with every pose.

I desired her.
The prize whom all men kill and war for.
My pricey win.
The animal in me yearned,
Hence, i went chasing and I got lucky

Fortunate Adonis in heat.
My presence rooted her to the spot,
I

Petite Steps

For it could be seen
Someone else, other than me
I would choose a geisha girl
Walk on wooden shoe
In my small, petite like steps
Artist of the unseen world

Petite

There once was a girl petite
Who wasn't all that sweet
But was the one
That everyone
Simply just HAD to meet

Her Petite Impression

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               Modestly
      the indulger of write
             inch by inch
             with charge
 

Petite Mal Epilepsy: the Perfect Child

I have a disability I’ve had my whole life long.
My memory disappears whenever things go wrong,
My first memory was wondering where and who on earth was I.
And who were all the people that I did espy, 
When we moved to our first house, it struck me yet again.
Thank goodness my brother came along on his

Adieu To Petite Memories

On a cobblestone path,
All the remnants of a love that was
Like outstretched arms
Trees dance in the wind
The branches needlessly trying to
Grasp the petite memories
Holding them tight, refusing to let go
As the last drops of wine slip from 
Your glass into your mouth 
Announcing the final beat of a love that was

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