Pompoms Poems | Examples

windy breezy day

windy breezy day
green tree leaves move like pompoms
snakes hide in the ground

Little Yellow Bus

Little Yellow Bus
	
First day of school yellow bus stopping at the mailbox,
Bouncing down country roads - pausing next to city sidewalks.

Nothing seems to stop you not autumn rain nor sleet
Morning and by afternoon you travel busy roads and streets.

Traffic never phases you - you just motor on,
Following appointed routes - this your daily marathon.

Girls with pompoms, boys with bats, runners from a track meet,
Students ride of every age filling up your empty seats.

Stopping at the bus stop, not all cars stop too
Speeding past your warning, they haven’t got a clue.

Do you sigh when you rest within the bus brickyard
Or dream the school year yet to come riding lanes and boulevards?

First ride giggles, last ride whispers – all the in between –
Forgotten lunches, mittens, scarves – life’s signature you see.

We wait for your arrival, bus stop routine day-to-day,
Sometimes need to remember, you don’t come on Saturdays!  Hooray!

pompons

pimpernel on my thighs 
eloquence and delectation
conversations with the wise
reveal to me which death i must die.

lily in the valley
bravery passion and determination
whatever has to be done 
is a puzzling bird song

eyes lifted skyward past the sun
sensitive tranquil and confident
imagination manifests the role
your humanity learned to adore 

suspended in the 'not' time
zeal energy and the wish fulfilled
feelings don't get shut down
nor are they the skin of a reticent sound

kissing the pompon undefined 
foregoing forbearing sacrificial
the soul has no power in the self 
until it is recognized by it

sunflowers begin a perfect day
poised energized and glowing
outside is all within
happiness is on the other side of fear

waterlilies basking in the moonlight
resplendent unobscured polished 
dreaming up another dawn
reveals to me which death i must die.

Champagne Crescent

My pearl heart rests 
              in the chiffon sands 
of forsaken memories, 
             like an open oyster shell, 
engrossed in saffron-streaked 
             serenades, 
while embracing. shifting shades 
              of an 
           apricot-feathered sunset,
the sky sings for 
            your magnolia magic~ 
unraveling clapping
            rays of glittery pompoms
celebrating the 
    rising of champagne crescent. 
There, I find secret 
        keys to the golden 
 g a t e s of your soul.

I gaze beyond the 
        sparkling crest of 
        the honeyed horizon, 
as cantaloupe lines
        of waning gloaming~
slowly tip-toe 
        towards the 
        whistling waves,
ferrying Poseidon’s 
         souvenirs draped 
         in sapphire strings, 
like scattered 
        sea-shells singing 
            songs to rippling 
                 runes of cosmic love. 
And this poem shall remain 
                 within porcelain pages; 
mermaid memoir of 
                 a mystical romance untold.

Clouds

Clouds, fluffy, white  cotton gaseous
Floating in the sea air
cottony blue sea Full of snowy peaks.
Soft whiteness in heavenly sky
white to white in bluish azure...!
Plumes, pompoms to enchant!
  To romanticizing Life...!

Artistic Night Sky

As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos - flapping his dark wings atop
Swirling soft fair clouds that rock and roll
Through gray-black, myriad dazzling stars so 
Idyllic, and artistically spilt sparkling stardust 
Charm the sky as if shiny pompoms and buttons;

Night sky lights up my gloomy mind:
In its artsy glory, I savour a tick of tranquil clock;
Glowing bright, stars and moon transmit rays of
Harmony. Aw! tiny drops of opals and diamonds
Thrown arbitrarily at pitch-dark canvas as if

Showcasing splash liquid art - so bright and brilliant;
Knitting a charcoal-black fabric of captivating stars and moon, 
Yay! our night sky is shining, inspiring my bardic pupils.

Date: 01/13/2023
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

Heliotrope Canopy

Too fragile stems hold heliotrope heads
Taffeta flaunted purple pompoms preposterous
Let us lie on the grass, smoke cigarettes
Aft petal papering conjure new year's purpose

Behold from below the branches spread
Frilly dusk shock puffs, dancing shuffle clusters
Obscure wombs become Wilde, paraded
Lying Spring in Winter cherry bloom discovered

Crushed plums, ostrich plumage cabaret
Bud watching binoculars magnify trivial matters
Syrup decay drips paint over Dorian Gray
Individuals strive beside their neighbours' status

Berating stoney belief in banal morality
Seven deadly virtues bruise a perfect husband
Ademant magenta silken siren Cheveley
Upsets good sense in serpent gaudy diamonds

             
          
           9th June 2022


         Written for Contest:
           Purple Flowers
 
              Sponsor: 
   Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

If I Were a Jukebox Long Forgotten - Repost

If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten,
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques 
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk 
I would summon all the strength I could muster, 
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face 
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties, 
And throw one hell-u-va party. 
I would shout, “Let’s clear a space in the center 
Where we can partner up and dance!” 
[Like they did in Toy Story 
When no one was the wiser] 
I’d extend my slender arm to a grand ol’ Edsel 
And shake a tailfin-der or two, 
Maybe rock around the clock with the Comets 
Until sun-dust starts settling through the slats 
Then put back all those refurbished memories 
Into a cardboard box full of old postcards 
Salt and pepper shakers, pompoms...and stuff, 
If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten. 

Reposted April 8, 2022
[a poem I like very much re-posted from
January, 2021. Hope you enjoy it the
second-time around.]

Purple Dahlias

Deep purple dahlias   -   plush garden zen
steeps in the moonlight hours. Zappiest buds
sleep in their flower beds - beautiful dreams.
Keep of dazzling pompoms - perpetual studs.

Blaze of royal beauty   ~   reign of kindness.
Praise of   Queen of Autumn   in twilight’s dim.
Sways, the ornamental puffs, sowed in dirt.
Daze of youth plucking stem. Love’s princely whim.


6/10/2021
Contest: Lento 8 Lines
Sponsor: Joseph May

If I Were a Jukebox Long-Forgotten

If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten,
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques 
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk 
I would summon all the strength I could muster, 
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face 
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties, 
And throw one hell-u-va party. 
I would shout, “Let’s clear a space in the center 
Where we can partner up and dance!” 
[Like they did in Toy Story 
When no one was the wiser] 
I’d extend my slender arm to a grand ol’ Edsel 
And shake a tailfin-der or two, 
Maybe rock around the clock with the Comets 
Until sun-dust starts settling through the slats 
Then put back all those refurbished memories 
Into a cardboard box full of old postcards 
Salt and pepper shakers, pompoms...and stuff, 
If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten. 

 
Written January 23, 2021

Little Yellow Bus

Little Yellow Bus
	
First day of school yellow bus stopping at the mailbox,
Bouncing down country roads - pausing next to city sidewalks.

Nothing seems to stop you not autumn rain nor early sleet
Morning and by afternoon you travel busy roads and streets.

Traffic never phases you - just motor on,
Following appointed routes - this your daily marathon.

Girls with pompoms, boys with bats, runners from a track meet,
Students ride of every age filling up your empty seats.

Do you sigh when you rest within the bus brickyard
Or dream the school year yet to come riding lanes and boulevards?

Waiting for your arrival, bus stop routine day-to-day,
Sometimes have to remember you don’t come on Saturdays!  Hooray!

9-11-20
Contest: Fall-Autumn Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Everyone Has Pom Poms

loud exuberant cheering
the hats are on
everyone has pompoms
every time their god opens his mouth
they go nuts
shades of Hitler

they are so loud none can hear what he says
he makes all kinds of claims
mostly lies
they hear him not
so proud, puffed up
loving his pompous attitude
and his big stupid grin

he could be talking about snake oil salesmen
or the merits of new feminine products
the crowd is frenzied
his fervent admirers
cheering every time he tries to utter a sentence
he is more and more puffed up

they adore me he  thinks
I can say anything
And he is right.

Poodles Lament

I don't like poodles when they're shorn
They should stay as they were born
Not with pompoms on tail and crown
This really gets these canines down
Then they're primped up to be on show
They even have to wear a bow
Oh No!

Sweet Christmas Kitty

I know that something's going on-
	my mama's acting very strange.
She seems so happy moving things-
	then brings a tree into our house!

On it, she's hanging balls and lights,
	long ropes of beads and candy canes;
and pretty boxes, large and small,
	with big red bows, are placed below.

But now, she comes to brush me up!
	And all at once, here on my head,
she puts a silly, woolly, cap...
	with pompoms dangling by my paws!

I guess I must put up with this-
	pretending surely- I don't care.
Just close my eyes- for it's okay-
       my mama takes good care of me.

Football Pompoms

Pompoms
October game
America’s football
An extension of cheerleaders
Happily, gleefully thrown into air
Captivating the crowd’s magic
These fluttering streamers
Landing in piles
Pompoms

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