Short Baxter Poems
Short Baxter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Baxter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Baxter by length and keyword.
Star Spangled Banner
~*~
~~**~~
star spangled banner
standing tall for all to see
the flag of freedom
~~**~~
~*~
U.S.A.
Warner Baxter...
Read More
Categories:
baxter, america, blue, freedom, identity, pride, symbolism, usa,
Form:
Senryu
Baxter the Bunny
This is a Limerick about Baxter the Bunny,
an animal comic that Spike thinks is funny
I've seen him before
at the Comedy store,
I wonder if he makes good money...
Read More
Categories:
baxter, animals
Form:
Limerick
Tom's a Freshman -
THERE ONCE WAS A BOY WHO WAS A FRESHMAN
WHO’S STUDY HABITS WERE A MESS-MAN
TOM WOULD NEVER GRADUATE FROM YALE
HE WOULD SURELY WIND UP IN JAIL
ALWAYS HIDING AWAY FROM THE ARREST MAN
QUOTE:
" I'm so smart, I can fool myself,
but I'm too stupid to figure me out."
Warner Baxter 2015...
Read More
Categories:
baxter, angst, confusion, education, funny, hilarious, humorous, irony,
Form:
Limerick
Warner Baxter - Through the Mist - 8-20-14
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this misty morn
cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze
as the sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud
mercury is high but the air is dry
somewhere under the tangerine sky...
Read More
Categories:
baxter, beauty, imagery, morning, nature, sun, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
It Isn'T Home
Then I remember it's not home;
that place with white dresses, hats
and pretty lace parasols, and studied
looks from crooks and salesmen;
no, no; it's none of these, it's me,
my old life, and I watch the milk-girls
and gigolos on Baxter Street, giving
long, drawn looks into adjacent nebulae,
ads for screen tests, and other black holes;
and that's all well and dandy fine; but it
isn't home, no, no; it isn't that....
Read More
Categories:
baxter, angst, loss, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Old Rhythm
old rhythm makes
boredom dissipate
and helps smiling to
be fun
something about that
static brewed in makes
me hunger for more until
i sneeze tears of emotional
nostalgia
i close my eyes and imagine myself
on a ride with baxter and the gang
on the other side of a dream come true
and the latest scene of amazement
two minutes and some change later,
when old rhythm ends, another follows,
and i am the happiest butterfly in
captivity using the net as a makeshift
hammock...
Read More
Categories:
baxter, music,
Form:
Free verse