Short Black Eye Poems
Short Black Eye Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Black Eye by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Black Eye by length and keyword.
I admit this
I caught a fist
its slip right by
that I can't denie
was a sucker punch
not in a bunch
I GOT A
BLACK EYE
OUCH!
Fists fly
Black eye
08~11~14
Written for WRITE A FOOTLE contest sponsored by Judy Konos
~awarded 1st place~
its the day of church
day to be alert
am not a jerk
i love to eat and sleep
not on monday
love
BLACK EYE PEAS ON
SUNDAY
i miss it
all this
miss beans
collard green
and indeed
black eye peas
all the food cool
Aand good news
got
SOUL FOOD BLUES
food is gold
am told
you eat black eye peas
in deed
its understood
coming year will be good
this I won't to shear
FOOD FOR NEWYEAR
yes it was a fight
and was at night
i got a sucker punch
it was my nghly lunch
i try to pass you by
as you can se i got a
BLACK EYE
its a food thats so cool
make you strong
tough bones
come from the ground
we plant them around
it like a hanging weake
BLACK EYE PEAS
its not mean
to have clollar greens
and some butter beans
don't smoke weaked
eat black eye peas
all is cool
for
NEW YEARS SOUL FOOD
get the best dish
eat fish
eat bean
try some green
don't smoke weak
eat black eye peas
better healtH over weath
all this is cool
THE
BEST FOOD
real case and fruity
black eye had been a beauty
God did His duty
for eye God did care
by pain felt beyond compare
set free from despair
this is a treat
makes you eat
jump on your feet
you eat and sleep
so don't think twice
you will feel nices
HAVE SOME
BLACK EYE PEAS AND RICES
its a food
that cool
thats a plant
some chant
to make it grow
that what the said before
so what ever you go
won't be please
eat
BLACK EYE PEAS
got to say
today
i had a fight
got caught with a right
thur a fist i got hit
now i look like this
as i pass by
people can tell i have a
BLACK EYE
came up on limabean
collard green
this is know joke
i eaten pork
love that seed
call black eye peas
nuthin like it
when its hot
the
SOUL FOOD POT
There was a young man named Rudy.
He prowled bars, looking for booty.
What he thought was a girl,
turned out to be Earl.
But the black eye he got was a beauty!!..
In the Playground
Fists fly
Black eye
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'One Footle Only' Contest
Sponsored by Judy Konos
Placed 1st
© 29th October 2017
Stormy York of brown
Richness ever so reaching
Capturing the sting
Of a grand display
Spots of finery
A mirror image of secluded immorality
Save the child!!!!!
Surely she screams
THERE'S A RAINBOW HIDDEN INSIDE MY TEARS,
MY EYES LOOK FOR A POT OF GOLD,
AT THE END OF EVERY CRY,
BUT THE BLACK CLOUD ABOVE ME,
ALWAYS PUNCHES ME IN THE EYE.
~VICKIE THAYER~
There’s a cordial, mild tempered shih tzu
Who spends her spare time learning jujitsu
Attacked by a terrier
She kicked his big dereeair
And yelped: That black eye you have really fits you!
1/13/22
For the umpteenth time,
I found myself in deep sea,
Sea of confusion,
As death looms over the earth,
Are we save? what can be done?.
CONTEST:"Five Lines or less" sponsored by Black Eye Susan
The day after always sucks
I wake up
black eye and broken glass
shattered glass
everywhere
I can't pick up all the pieces
so I sit in somber wishing
it back together again
but shattered cannot mend.
I dreamt I was looking at the face
Of a young blonde Polish girl
With a black eye and bruised cheek
But in reality I was starring back at my reflection in a mirror
Run little bird
Run as far as you can
Then run some more
it grow from the ground
some of it around
some it is white
its a delight
cause gets you hook
and easy to cool
as bad it s seen
i like collard green
my mind at ease
when eat black eye peas
like to eat it at school
THATS SOUL FOOD
Form:
sweetcorn tied snug to a white pillar
tobacco leaf em-prisoner of soul
seasonal grey ragged tint
cancer causer to rot
a beady black eye
the war tattoo
calls bodies
rusting
grates
7/1/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Its beak is just above the oily mud.
Head resting on the thick sludge.
One black eye looks at us.
There is no accusation in that gaze,
no recriminatory stare,
not even a plea for rescue.
Only that dimming lens,
looking at a clean patch of sky.