Short Boastfully Poems

Short Boastfully Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Boastfully by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Boastfully by length and keyword.


Smug Smirk

I've long wanted to see
myself in truth's light,
the wrong and the right,

but fear scares me so,
pride boastfully says no,
so smugly smirking I go.


The Hunter

Howling 
The wolf chants 
Music, song
Victory
In the hunt
Boastfully
Claiming rights
To the kill.
I wonder
What tonight
Raccoon,fox
Mole or mouse
Did it share
Enjoy all
Or eat all
Excluding
All the rest.

Premium Member Do Not Dash

Love doesn't dash, it loiters - 
with repeated movements like music 
and beautifully crude endearments. 

Love does't dash, it lingers 
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms. 

So dally my love - lollygag, 
lounge and we'll share breaths
and mess about.
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Don'T Dash

love doesn’t dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments

love doesn’t dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance?
and boastfully rude aphorisms

So dally with me my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about

Premium Member A B C D E F G H

awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill

easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
Form: ABC


Love and Peace

Love and Peace


Beneath the horizon lies a lovely day,

     waiting for sunrise to proudly display.

Reaching upward slowly, with rays of gold,

     where no man trod, not even the bold.

Upward, upward nearing the crest.

     Boastfully awakening it's shining vest.

A day is born, but not long to stay,

    Love and Peace we need, so do your deed...Pray!
Form: Rhyme

No Finish Line

the slow snail the fast fly now taunts,
          his flight speed he boastfully flaunts,

                 so he zips and zaps low and high,
                 in a spider's web doomed to die.

          to each his time, to each his pace,
          there really is no rigid race,

                 you sprint your way and I crawl mine,
                 there really is no finish line !
Form: Couplet

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