Short All Wet Poems
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In life and poems I try
not to ever have to cry.
I like to keep my words all dry.
I woke up happy, yet,
my words today - all wet.
barefoot she's running
all wet across the meadow
blouse full of flowers…
and excited boys whisper
she will scare our deer away!
New York pollywogs are all wet
Each of them need to see a vet
Now Ida has gone
They're stuck on the lawn
And no one wants a slimy pet
The Seven of Nine Silhouette
Is one that most men won't forget
I'd like very much
To see and to touch
But everything just gets all wet!
If you let a smile be your umbrella
......your face will get all wet.
John G. Lawless
©1/25/2022
She said I'm all wet with a yell
If doing it now we could tell
She'd be satisfied
With what was implied
But I had no umbrella to sell
When he finally opened his toy
Which was meant for a girl or a boy
He got angry and upset
Until his clothes were all wet
Then he realized, it just a decoy
the wants of the many,
all wet with the dew,
the heartbreak of many,
are stirred in the stew,
the wants become will-ing.......
of racism few...
Don Johnson
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
Family of Their Own
Slaves do have families of their own;
Existence the live is bare to the bone;
Were all wet,
Due to sweat;
Slender sleek bodies were always shown.
Jim Horn
Outside my house,
there is a little cat,
a little p*ssy,
It's all wet.
Rain is falling from the skies,
In the middle of mating season,
She don't need a reason,
p*ssy cat never make ties.
Pretty summer days are really hot,
am I being cooked like crabs in a pot.
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Looks like I hit the big summer jackpot.
it was the last day of school in 1963
the teachers were as excited as adults can be
tug of war with a rope could land students in the pond
they wanted to get them all wet, it was a common bond
These waters are off limits
no one will know
I dip my feet in
move forward very slow
now I'm all wet
drowning in confusion
I fight and I fight
I feel I am loosing
I know I shouldnt have gone for this swim
and even though im drowning
I'd do it all over again
Toils and brawls hit hard herebelow
Till poetry and its bliss are forgotten;
Till the joys of rhyme totter battered
By thrusts of a world foul and rotten.
But when the last of blows
The versifier's nose all wet
Has left in crimson sutures,
This quill shall scribble yet.
Trump Te Trump Trump
If you remember Jack Webb and Dragnet
you will easily be able to identify with this
poem.
Through water they dragged a net
And it eventually became all wet
Even though tide may be ebb
Trump weaved us into his weird web
No wonder everyone is so upset.
Jim Horn
Eli snuggled up to his sweet winter snow pet
Squishing Mr. Bobcat as close as he could get
This day is damp said Bob, my fur is all wet
Mama won’t let you in the house though, that is my bet.
We can stay here and snuggle, so don’t you fret.
You are my favorite person, my best friend, my pet.
Winter Leaves.
Tossing and swirling
how golden leaves dance
as from their branches break free.
At the end of their life
they cover the ground
like a blanket under the tree.
If they stay dry
with a gust of wind fly
up,up and away.
But if it rains
and they get all wet
then on the ground they will stay.
Eggshells were full of promise,
Then eggshells splitting,
Arriving chicks
Abandon shells.
All wet and limp
They sleep until
The yellow fluff of life excites.
Then cheep cheep cheeping
and peep peep peeping,
Peck pecking at seeds,
And growing, growing,
When, as hens,
They start those promises again.
It was a dark and misty night and you can feel on your face, and the wind blowing on your hair was very chilly, but the mist was making your body all wet and cold. But that misty night you went for a walk in the park and you found a dead body, So when you go out on a misty night bewear what lingers on a dark misty night.
Yesterday is sour puss,
And tomorrow's a cloud,
So enjoy the sugared moments
Of an only today.
Last week is where is she?
And next week is all wet.
Enjoy the sugared moments
Of an only today.
Last month is dead pussy
And next year's a drag.
Enjoy the sugared moments
Of an only today.
11/9/2015
diabun
water
clear, muddy
wading, swimming, boating
oceans, rivers, streams, puddles
sprinkling, pouring, flooding
fluid, wet
H2O
Water is essential to life and health; water quality varies greatly on environment; and last of all water can kill. Think on these things.
writtten 02/12/18
Today was a rotten
And terrible day
No sun in the sky
And the birds flew away
Raindrops drip dropping
Made mud from the dirt
My shoes got all wet
And so did my shirt
The lunch lady was mean
The bus driver was late
Fish sticks and peas
On my dinner plate
Today was a day
I would not call splendid
I’m going to bed
So happy it ended.
Good night.
If your in the cold ?
If your all wet ?
If your all hungy?
If your tired?
If your dirty?
If your in pain?
If your in need?
Then you know God has blessed you,
because those are things that can be fixed.
A warm bath, a blanket of love,a bowl of chicken soup,
a shoulder to lean on and some sleep
and time.
God has kept you alive.
And He did it
for you.
Form:
Beyond His Means
Trump does like to live beyond his means;
Has created much chaos and many scene;
An epitome,
Of stupidity;
Was all wet and soon saw it on his jeans.
Of women, Trump was always in hot pursuit,
While so much flagrant bull he does shoot;
Burns bottoms of candles;
And women manhandles;
Is definitely a disaster as well as dumb fruit.
Jim Horn