Short Bristly Poems

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


Beast and the Beauty

All bony frame and bristly hair,
like a graying werewolf
or a skinny bear
and you... 
so lovely, 
so feminine,
so how in the world
did I make you mine?


Premium Member Beauteous Words

Beauteous words
Bandbox words
Bristly words
Brazen words
Buffoon-like words
Busy words
Brainy words
Blarney words
Blimey words
Bewildered words
Be aware.
Form: List

Premium Member Witch

Witches are wizened hags With long nose and loose hair Wart nosed ugly spirits Wicked ramblers of night Who ride on bristly brooms Wielders of black magic Weird sisters in Macbeth
Form: Pleiades

Premium Member Terrified of Moon Man

We were terrified of his creepy scary way.
His skinny back has a bristly sway.
Some kids are afraid of bats that are gray.
I now feel scared in new unique way.
Moon man slides forward in evil sashay.
When we see him we stop all play. 
Most hideous monster of my bad day.
Form: Monorhyme

It Is a Bald Mind That Grins

THE BOTTLE FLY 
HARMLESS AND CUDDLY 
IN IT’S LUMBERING BEAUTY 
ALL METALIC 
LIKE THE COOLER PLANETS MUST BE 
SHINY GREEN AND BLUE 

NUZZLES ME AS I LAY ON THE FLOOR 
PASSING AWAY 

WATCHING MY MERCURIAL FREIND 
GRACEFULLY AND WITH GREAT CARE 
WALK 
ON MY 
STILL 
BRISTLY CHIN


My Beloved

On the mountain top
Dancing with a swaggering hop
Leaping along with swinging head
Flashy the sky with twinkling stead

Lonely the autumn made me
Softly the whisper kin she 
Winkling my leads gets down
Arouse my nerves went round

Ache in my head was her love
Gentle, kind and kin like a dove
Sighing so hard around the garden
Bristly grabs waged be sudden

Premium Member We Are Flowers of Life

You are a rose, with prickly words and thorny ways.
Your life is hardy like a mum and a bit dull like one too.
My cousin is an orchid, delicate and bristly, brittle.
One strong wind could end her.

My twin is a sunflower, bright yellow with a friendly face
Greeting everyone with positivity and warmth.
I am a hydrangea, ready to change color,
Angrily waiting for the right plant food again.

So Much Love

I live the expressive
nakedness of your body
of Moon...
Diving without fear
in your sea suit
with excitement ...
Our poles glued
in cuddles .. laced ...
The bed, accomplice
of our memories,
where we build 
wonderful scenes
in colossal sceneries ....
Our light-infused fires
enlighten our lives ...
In your arms i rest
my fatigue,
in your core
I trust my wishes ...
  We flourish along
bristly, excited ...

Premium Member Falling Winter Sends Rain

Rain follows the fading winter's breath In the tangled field, where bristly ryegrass sways Emerging green, the blades do rise glimmer in the verdant hue of shamrock like the lively notes of the cuckoo's call Whispers dance upon the undulating meadows The fragrance of the soil— its charm, a whisper of rain-kissed ground Silver whispers of yearning Softly sung, a memory lingers still.
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Tired

He thinks he killed me.
So he rolled me up in a rug.
I thought I died too but then I wiggled my toes.
Rugs are bristly and hot, so I felt that too.
When I try to unfurl, I just get wrapped tighter.
Until I relax and fall asleep.
I always wake up from that nightmare,
But I’m lying on the floor from passing out.
They are worried but it’s just a dream, I say.
I’m tired, so I close my eyes again.
To get a little more sleep.

Nilgiri Tahr

Sure-footed on rugged hill
Likes life on mountain range
Rolling grassland fits the bill
Short horns reveal their age
Ovines in endangered stage

Males change from Brown, grey to black
Deft climbers blend with rock
Bristly manes, white saddleback
Female has agile walk
Dusky females never baulk

Feeds on various grass, leaves
Spots danger to snort, run
Predators - tigers, dholes, wolves
Humans poach, shoot for fun
Human deeds have their life done

Christmas

These Christmas lights shine no more
Except in the hearts of women and men
Burning bristly until the festive season comes again
Bringing us joy and warmth and a touch of snow

I love this special time
As families come together sometimes from afar
To reunite in a song or two
And to enjoy the gifts of our prosperity

The final touch is added
A lovely turkey that is complete with trimmings
This wonderful season so soon is gone
However the spirit of love
Well, it carries on

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