Short Alley Poems
Short Alley Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Alley by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Alley by length and keyword.
Just hours before now
we were landscaped together
my 3 sons null, void
fateful meetings of goodbyes
Solitary confinement
poetry is a...
fine ally
though any -
poet-tree is as any busy...
fin alley
to some -
poe at tree that's a...
final lee
stans sand
The wife works with a bunch of jerks
But claims the job has lots of perks
To hear them all
Give her a call
And hear her answer, "Joe's Tool Works!"
Alley-Oop
WHO
TOLD
YOU
THAT
YOU
WERE
NAKED!!!
"She Did,"
Adam Said...
"What?"
-Gray Squirrel
06-03-2025
WE WILL ROCK YOU
Growing older
Pushing his boulder
Sisyphus retired to the valley
And there he yearned
To be the ball return
In the bowling alley
Gifting us a green canopy,
oaks bow with old South gentility.
For Brian Strand's the 'Podium placing promise(2)' Poetry Contest
John and Jack Bunny are snoozin'
For Easter will keep them both cruisin'
Cute, puffy white tails
Big, tall ears like sails
Hippity hop! Those kids are droolin'
Ever been down to “Nonsense Alley”?
It's an excellent place to dilly dally
You'll meet a fine fellow
A funny caballero
He certainly is clever with his witty verb-ality
the alley retains memories and secrets
things she has observed would straighten my hair
murder, mayhem and mischief
I sense her wiseness in the silence
appreciating her confidentiality
Man straightened by the dead light pole, how does your life these streets?
Scratching metal helps you sleep and no rules are given to you king
unrecognizable your thrown; no one pays you any mind.
Have you ever been down to “Nonsense Alley”
It's an excellent place to dilly and dally
You'll meet a fine fellow
Some funny caballero
He certainly is clever with his witty verb-ality
Our two funny limmerists are at it again
Clucking about like two mother hens
Jack's chemise is just wrong
Can't look at John's thong
Hey ya two cowpokes, when's this all going to end
In a dark alley; eating peaches, pears and plums
Awful friendly with hysteria
You should hear his jokes and his stereo
A self-induced recluse whom on a weary whim
Decided it was best he read the clues again
In the old graveled alley, overgrown with weeds,
at footfall, locusts sprang and leaped,
triggering a riot.
But soon their swelling motion
subsided like fried popcorn on a skillet.
Beside the Zhuque Bridge wild flowers bloom lonely,
On the Wuyi Alley the setting sun beams serenely.
The swallows that once nested in halls of the noble,
Have now flown into the simple homes of the humble.
(tran.)
Have you ever been down to “Nonsense Alley”
It's an excellent place to dilly and dally
You'll meet a fine fellow
A funny caballero
He certainly is clever with his witty verb-ality
© Jack Ellison 2015
Chinese dragon returns from alley of my dreams
Uncommon color guard in the form of a kuku bird
Artistic ingenuity parades forth in a new truth
Young masked beauty glows with scarlet mask
Feelings of hope and optimism in form of a love triangle
in the alley of dark
quietly I walked suspicious
heard eerie howls of the winds voice
wagging my tail cautious
I purred and I ran away scared
(a dream)
Writing Challenge 2, May 2019,
LIND68868 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
5-13-2019
Mixie BeeBee of Stray Cat Alley
was a creature who would dilly dally
she teased the toms all along the way
making her tail swish and sway
as alluring as tuna fish
a pretty feline, exotic dish
backyard cat said Grandma Ellis
saying this because she was jealous?
There was no grand sunset
painting the sky with
orange and pink hues.
no stars shining down
from Heaven,
no moon to light the way
to salvation
no one to pray for his soul
in the cold and dark
as he lay down
closed his eyes
and said goodbye
to the memories
Graffiti fades from the wall,
Alike the alley after dark.
"I was here!", screams the
Wrecking ball, leaving your mark.
Love sinks low,singing-
A duet between drowning hearts.
Her smile is the last breath before the tar closes in.
I play my guitar till the strings blisters,
Till the bubbles stop breaking the surface.
Still,the Cheshire Cat keeps playing,
Because silence is the deepest pit of all.
Unlikely bond,
Uncertain union,
Midnight trails,
Strangers in the chamber,
Uproar resident,
Down the twilight road,
Dawn stands aloof,
Living with uncanny elements,
Standing amid the crashing sea,
Waiting for tranquil waters,
The dawn of perfect light.
December 20, 2022.
A violent vortex of velocity
A vacuum of voracious vices
Such feral ferocious ferocity
Driven by devilish devices
Troubles double when it doubles its haste
Caught up in currents of circumstance
Rumbling rabble through the rubble and waste
Dancing its devil's dark dervish dance
Monday, damp and gray, through alley slinks
disturbs the peace with cursed work-week
Her chill invades my pillows and sheets
noxious fumes from asphalt streets
I wrap myself in blankets tight
clinging to what's left of night
Against my relentless, ringing foe
~ at alarm clock's crow, to work I go