Short Akimbo Poems
Short Akimbo Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Akimbo by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Akimbo by length and keyword.
The crayfish hies it
Under the flat, shale rock that
Smells of moss and fish.
He stands fierce; claws akimbo
Ready to fend off a boy.
lake, black waterfowl -
on bare tree; wings akimbo -
comorant
NOTE: I did get a video on my not-so-good cellphone
(c)Deo, Nov.13, 2021
Sad surprise awaits Juliette.
She walks into her house
to find new rescue, Hugo,
ripping the living room apart.
Bad doggie! Very, very bad doggie!
Venus de Milo sought high and low
for her arms akimbo. Long ago
I offered to look too
for those two lost ampu-
tated limbs, but naught said that bimbo.
Been coughing lately out of breath with regrets
Asthma? Emphysema? Bully pest upsets
My arms akimbo
at foul passing nimbo
Suffering succotash, I need a cigarette!
Sue got wedged on the exercise bike
And she doesn’t look so lady like
With both legs akimbo
She looked like a bimbo
Told the trainer to go take a hike!
20th July 2015
I’m on the bed with my legs akimbo
Guess I’m looking like a wanton bimbo
My hubby needn’t fear
It’s just my routine smear
Not for nookie with my lover Jimbo!
5th February 2017
mucho akimbo, all elbows and knees,
sudden as summer rain, white as paper,
he falls thorugh doors and windows;
then,
closed like a shop on Sunday,
window eyed, still as a nightbrook,
a dry wheel under clouds; silent
At picnics Sue's legs are akimbo
No panties, but Sue ain't no bimbo
It keeps pesky flies
Landing on our pies
Our days out are never in limbo!
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Hearts aplomb
limbs poised akimbo.
Staved frozen grass
which to sip
thy morn' dew
Picture inspired:
snow covered ground
with a small tree growing
bare branches except
for the red hearts blooming
on the tips of each branch
knock, knock RAP RAP RAP
trick or treat says Dracula
she answered the door.....
feet pitter patter
dragging candy sack behind
hands akimbo this:
fool me once, shame me
fool me twice watch my finger....
Lightning bolt from hell
for Linda's Haiku contest
Impulse of passion
Breeze in rapture of petals
Stolen kisses dance
Limbs fall akimbo
Dark eyes lazily flutter
Tresses swirl outward
Tango fills the air
Rolling frolic pirouettes
Beyond lovers' bliss
Heartbeats entangle
Pheromones perfume rouge cheeks.
Trance dancers retreat.
Mounds of papers, ragged, uneven as if elbows flaring at angles severe
Pens akimbo, dog-eared reminders, fading memorabilia
You-Name-It was all piled there only yesterday, only yesterday
Somehow dumpier now that it's been stripped bare of
What gave it character, its empty drawers ajar
Oh sleep you blissful monster! ally of death, where
have you been?
I sought for you all night long, my eyes at akimbo
as in a den.
When men were ploughing the ground to destroy
their plight
Then you came for me like a thief in the living
daylight.
Oh sleep!! not now for i have picked my pen.
As the body awakens
from the lure of slumber,
involuntary reactions
send limbs akimbo,
often with results
hilarious and violent
to rebuff once dormant
instincts of preservation.
A giggle escapes
within the thrill
of righteous struggle
as armies of cells
fill the whole with
magnetically-charged
gusts of lifting ether
levitating souls onward.
A poem is written to be read
If only by the poet.
Of course, it's gratifying if
To others she can show it.
But oftentimes, the words remain
Just floating there, in limbo,
The writer standing to the side
With head cocked, arms akimbo.
Yet even if no feedback comes,
The poet's had her say
And when she reads what she has penned,
She smiles and feels okay.
This poetry paints you
At the camera's flaw without a
clue.
Your hair packed and long
Blue eyes, young
Your ears vacant of earrings
As you pose in the stairs of rings.
A flash of teeth white
Your face smile light.
A pose of a crescent
Akimbo of which I can assent.
Fine purple dress
A pair of heels, a colour express.
I have just word portrait you
A beautiful you anew.
This poetry paints you
At the camera's flaw without a
clue.
Your hair packed and long
Blue eyes, young
Your ears vacant of earrings
As you pose in the stairs of
rings.
A flash of teeth white
Your face smile light.
A pose of a crescent
Akimbo of which I can assent.
Fine purple dress
A pair of heels, a colour express.
I have just word portrait you
A beautiful you anew.
Hellbent
free fall
unsynchronized tumble
Helter-skelter
feet first
head first
Arms akimbo
screaming, holding my breath
into a cold inferno
beyond the stars, shivering
jackals howling
Echoes of the end of time...
startled awake
throat hoarse
covered with gooseflesh
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There she stood
Legs akimbo
The sun setting
behind her
The maize crop
in green bloom
pitch darkness
besides her
The gateman's bench
Empty yet
The sentry door
Open still
Esther at the gate
her dark shadow
the grey sand
at her feet
Her white skirt
The white gate
Her white smile
The white lamp
Her low flats on
the brown grass
Velvet black skin
Color of her hair
Oh! Oh! Esther!
Form:
He stood at a distance
Arms akimbo, hissing a song
Through the gap in his teeth
Did God really say?
And watched her hips sway
From side to side, dancing
Did God really say?
Wait till you hear my little tale
She took a sit on a stump
And paid attention
While the creature spun his yarn
What God meant to say was...
And he crept away while she ate
And Adam also obliged
Bitter consequences
A tale of two cities
Strutting a glowing plumage;
. The cockerel stood akimbo,
Lord of the manor, realm in view,
All the hens rambunctious,
As unease pervades the realm,
Skirmishes here and there.
Lo, above the sky
A marauding crow, swooping,
Swooping and picking a hen,
In the realm of the cockerel,
. For a meal, a meal fit for a crow.
We are propped
in chanting Indian summer wind,
fixed upon empty ribs
of snow fence
swaying akimbo in afternoon air,
lightly touching
sepia earth.
As I touch you
I am someone else.
A new-dark wind rages
through the open window.
Lying here, we absorb night
suspended
in a high gazebo, unseen fences
pushing backs,
pushing us to one another;
the last harvest wind
jade through hands.
Limpid she lay, languid on the boardwalk ledge,
Arms akimbo, not a ray missed by the water's edge,
Not a hair out of place, nuanced and bronzed,
Glowing and golden, the Fonz would be out-Fonzed.
Ultra cool and 'look at me', each movement choreographed,
Idiosyncratic her beachwear apparel, make up expertly graphed.
Distant and aloof her womanly wiles, pouting lips slightly parted,
.....as she bent over to pick up her bag, the heavenly vision farted!
I love you he said as he lay supine abed.
Through veiled tears masked by a smile,
she glowed comely, masking fear and dread,
kissing weathered cheeks, gently,
her wares availed
and duly spread.
A gift of love to offer only one.
All pangs of fear now fled,
the child bride smiling all the while.
A woman now, resplendent dwells instead.
Taking charge of things anon,
she quickly whisks the room.
Baking yeast bread;
akimbo, she smiles….. “Clan Gunn” !