Short Airs Poems
Short Airs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Airs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Airs by length and keyword.
Dappling sunlight
wandering
patching
Blessed earth
courting
dancing
Summer leaf
capturing
mesmerising
Summer airs
Form:
evening stretching
weeping willow snow tinged
airs and graces
entry for Charles Henderson's haiku vs.senryu competition
There was a writer so fair.
Who never put on any airs.
But, she couldn't foresee.
Till she ran into me.
She couldn't keep up with my dares...
As a fear my fingers
Try to hold the airs,
And when I take a deep breath
Expecting me to come with it,
The last moment is just too much to handle.
Hey guys, I've never seen any
With tricks so silly but not funny
Like you, giggling buddies.
You put an act of goodies
But I guess that airs are phony.
Despite your transcendental airs,
No windowed soul invites your gaze.
These eyes have steered a thousand stares,
Through labyrinths of smoke and haze.
Stalking,.....waits awhile
She inhales the woodland airs.....
Animals beware......
Nose to tail the vixen stares.......
Fixated,....... her prey beguiles.....
No fancy pants is I
Nor do l try
No airs and graces
No two faces
No academic nor scholar
No white collar
Simply just me
Writing heart poetry
My two pairs of shoes can't be beat.
I have the best strut on the street.
I don't put on airs
but still need two pairs
to put on my two pairs of feet.
Spring Garden
Garden in full bloom
with moving perfume,
butterfly wings spoom.
Nestling outdoor chairs
old and gracious airs,
spring morning prepares.
4.
The Rusted Gate.
The rusted gate airs a bungalow haunted by headless Horseman.
Contest:One,One liner.
Sponsor:Rick Parise.
8/11/2016
And the trees that don't turn,
stay hung on a scaffold
where green ribbons hang.
Bat wings rattle
in morning airs.
Shoes crunch down
the recently seen.
The nonchalant rooster is a real knob.
We don’t have another name, so we call him Bob.
He puts on a multitude of airs, I mean a gob.
He interviews a lot, but can never get a job.
The real me is what you read here
No pretenses, no need to put on airs
What you see is all there is
Gosh, golly, gee whiz
Used to be deeper but now a little weird
slow sip
creamy mud skin
under heartbeats speeding —
my taste echoing words of heat
airs lift
swallow
morning kiss
on bright mug's brim,
smokescreen operation
breathless
Blow
for now
your heat on
rippling leaves;
unjaded, they don't drop... the pressure snarls
in veins on leafy cheek's different masks
(too many airs)
color shy—
fallen
raked
A custom myrrh
Bored Ed 'n Heir Plain
Flying 2 Tim-Buck-Too
On Airs Pain
He flew eek-on-a-me class
Saving Siri us money
But Lou zing his lug gauge
Was knot sew fun knee!
cold air layering downward
surfaces...
warm moistured-ground airs
rising...
to be seen as bubble-face reflections
of...
round rain drops bowing colors
in air...
stan sand
A gang of three guys displaying their flairs
Nonplus by the grin boy with curly hairs
Horror by the toothless teen
perfectly suits Halloween
As if he is Holmes, the third puts on airs.
Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
A simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfaluting spiel
Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
Just a simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfalutin spiel
Did I hear someone say, “is he for real?”
You betcha, this is me, the real damn deal
No airs, no facade
Just a simple old sod
Happy to dish out giggles with my highfalutin spiel
Frog on the high bike was putting on airs
Low-bike frog ignored it, his name was Lairs
Others said “isn’t he a bit too uppity for you?”
“not really,” says Lairs, “and this bike is built for two.”
Putrefying proteins,
emanated rancid airs,
he had this excretion,
and other unwanted,
wares,
quite spread out on table,
as if he was narrating,
a known tale,
of his dirty inside,
as a fable.
Autumn Chant
Grey autumn oaks chant sad airs
In the east of darkling day;
Dirge winds blow through barren boughs
Tuneless symphonies.
10-2-20
Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu
Constance La France