Pound Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Not a Pound I Feel a Mile

when the mile
was never a mistake

My luggage is lighter
than a fistful of feathers

I don’t feel the rocks
through my bedroom slippers
or the grounded stars
pushing me into sand

You make room
for what I want to hold

You found me waiting
waist-deep in the shallows
where smaller fish
are already
where they want to be

Premium Member pound

pound cake sun
blocked by darkening charcoal clouds....
air feels eerie

Premium Member Shylock

                                        So keen to get a pound of human flesh, Shylock,*
                                         Was jubilating, wearing his long beard and frock,
                                But young Portia, garbed in lawyer`s dress, with mind bright,
                                         In court, solved the case against Shylock, outright.


*One of the principal characters in "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare


Premium Member Pittance

Pittance

Nary a pound a penny a pittance not.
Many a scoundrel will take what you've got.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison

Premium Member Profit

Profit

Weather a penny or it is a pound,
a profit’s a profit when it is found.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison

Premium Member A 98-Pound Weakling

A burger with fries that are fit for a king
 That's not gonna lose weight you big ding a-ling
For a slimmer bod
Give a negative nod
No junk food, you'll be a 98 pound weakling


Premium Member The logical conclusion'

Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.'
Concise; and yet? Fantastic.!
Truly sound' at this current time he is
Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.'
So should we? ignore him?
Then its 'woe betide.!

Premium Member dog pound

someone's left behinds 
forgotten over time 
now my forever pet

Premium Member Ten Pound Weights

Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.

Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.

Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.

I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.

Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.

Humans
can be rich
and kind.

Premium Member CLERIHEW pound

Minimalistic Ezra Pound
also wrote poetry most profound
but in his 'Station Metro' verse
he pared&pared to make it terse

Pound Of Flesh

Living in one
renting the other
Owning them both
then to discover
As owner I’m captive
the tenant is free
In debt to the banker
—remortgaging me

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Premium Member My 120 pound house guest

He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down,
or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown..
Never was a barker but now lets you know.
Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow..
The laminated flooring makes his joints ouch and
his old bones can no longer reach the soft couch.
He needs carpeting or bedding to lie down and slouch..
Those short walks are great but his back legs go out.
Make sure it's flat surfaces with no hills to mount..
A breakfast and a dinner, let his nose lead the way,
and this 120 pd dog is happy and sleeps the rest of his day.

selling england by the pound

Said emerald isle im sinking
the weight is culpable
hope and glory all gone
the tent cities array in London,
chewing the remnant of greatness
selling england by the pound
digest the news
the politicians have asundered
their nuances
first failed, they now kick in their equity cards
into the world of tv news
who tease the teasel
in this merry go around

One Pound Fifty

sun tanned unevenly, foxed
grimy fingers caress bruising
pounded by day's narration
churlish in onyx, was its hint
over feathered combs, see, 
of flicked, creased pages
buried, stained words
were never read
while cold rooms grow colder
an author's sweat for nothing
stemmed the reader's keen
though skimmed at best
and your dilated pupils
captured out-of-breath palates
so I travelled second hand
yesterday, for just over a quid

The Ball My Feat, the Snowflakes Pound

The Ball My Feat, .... The Snowflakes, Pound!

That Winter White Covered The Ground!

A Bouncing Speed, Of Skipps And Strides,
                                                 Till Spring Time's Green's
                                                                 Along Beside!

And Now We're Rolling On That Spring Time's Beat!

We're Rolling, ... Like You Can't Believe!

About's The Springtime's Beat, Is What Our Leg's .... Now Bring!!

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