Short Brush Off Poems
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EARLY TEENS
back chat
off pat
TEEN DREAM
Bardot
his beau
FIRST LOVE
lips meet
so neat
BRUSH OFF
sweetheart
must part
EARLY TEENS
back chat
off pat
TEEN DREAM
Bardot
his beau
FIRST LOVE
lips meet
so neat
BRUSH OFF
sweetheart
must part
A ghost tried to scare people off
But they gave him the big brush-off
He cried his heart out
And started to sprout
Then suddenly he took off
don't wait have faith
and don't debate
and don't be fake
kept up
brush off the dust
this you must
do for you
read the signs
ITS THAT TIME
no matter what people say
our love here to stay
we've had our up
sometime bad stuff
let brush off the dust
no get decuss
no be a jerk
make it work
foever
baby we belong tgether
we must you see
strong
to carry on
it a heavy load
that the price
for our gold
wake up
brush off the dust
this you must
get out of bed
cause there's
BETTER DAYS AHEAD
Form:
Horn Kitty Limerick Number Four
Kitty never did fret or fume
Liked going from room to room
While all of us trying to find
And who he had left behind
Gave us brush off with a broom.
Jim Horn
Something soft to give
Recoil/repulse
Parachutes
Are for girls
Draped in billowing clouds
Of silk linen and lace
I am a storm
Wrapped in black hide
Hides me
Easy to brush off
After a crash landing
Walked at the mall this morning right outta bed
Clucking and squawking like an old hen with the bends
Perseverance is a must
Just brush off the dust
Showing all the youngies this old guy ain't dead
mabe you can't move
your on the stood
get in the grove
listen to the sound
get you feet
in the beat
feel it under neat
get up do your stuff
its not tough
brush off the dust
come on and prance
JUST
DANCE JUST DANCE
Form:
just because your down
you can get off the ground
don't be people clown
look up
don't be decuss
brush off the ruff
do this you must
be a shinning light
do it day and night
rebuild your life
do the lords will
REBUILD
Form:
It’s official I’m like a China doll,
Put me on a shelf till you decide
To brush off the dust to be with me,
I know in time I’ll be forgotten,
With every passing day with cob
Webs, and piles of dust and never
Resting, cause you see China dolls
Don’t shut their eyes to sleep, they
Wait..
Did the ocean try to dry its splashy face?
Did mountains brush off dusty, grassy trace?
Did the ground hide softly from the rainy days?
Did the wind play statue at morning's crystal maze?
Did planets wear funny costumes, just in case?
Let your own glory glitter, like fireflies' wobbly space!
Brushing My Teeth
Haven been told when brushing my teeth,
Is like water that flows through a reef;
Up and down,
And all around;
Would wipe brush off with a long leaf.
Now my mother will leave me alone and
stop asking me if I have brushed my teeth.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Screen Obsessed Teens
Finding home in cold dark screens.
Show support, send a like,
Post another, cry all night.
Yet another insecurity.
Take a jab at another's purity.
Swallow a pill, lose some weight;
You feel so heavy the scale could break.
Strive for beauty and perfection.
Pretend to brush off society's rejection.
I see
Your fall
Instead of
Picking up
I brush you off
But allow
To take
A try
Again.
I see
Your mistakes
Instead of
Correcting
I let you
To find
Your own way
Though silently
I drink
Poisonous pain
I see you cry
Instead of
Wiping out
I let you
To shed tears
To wash
The dart
Accumulated
Long
Inside
To see
The things
Clean and afresh.
BRUSH OFF
sweetheart
must part
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
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BRUSH OFF
sweetheart
must part
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
I've watched you brush off flies for years
Sometimes allowing them to linger and feed off your sweetness
Sometimes swatting them into splattered spots
I am happy to be your butterfly as you tell me, though I fear I will just be another fly.
You keep my wings painted, and I will keep the vomit off my hands
This love that keeps the flowers blooming
When the joke's begun, it made you tense
They like poking fun, at your expense
Then laugh till they're blue, and choke on phlegm
When they laugh at you, the joke's on them
So, laugh when they laugh, it's up to you
You can gaff the gaff, they put you through
Just brush off their snide, and cold reply
When hushed deep inside, you wanna cry
Brush off your ant bites.
Blind eye the hornets sting.
Gone so long with ways of violence.
Creatures having done nothing wrong.
But it’s fine “they aren’t important”.
Legs or wings or hair you just can’t bare.
Squash and flush because no voice.
If it spoke would you still fear?
Darling child with bugs in jars,
May your care linger on and on my dear.
Listen to poem:
To be a bee
is not to be becoming
as pollen dust
defies the brush off.
is not to be becalmed
as the buzzer is never silent,
never switched to off.
is not be idle
as bees are frightfully busy
all of the time.
is not to be solitary,
as hives where bees live,
always swarm with bees.
Bees are never asked
'to be or not to be' questions
about being bees.
L-et's shake our heads no,
O-nce we are lured by the devil;
R-efrain from being tempted,
S-tay in our sacred
S-kill.
C-ome shake our heads no,
E-arly fourteenth of December;
L-isten not to fascinating talk
E-nchanting us to surrender.
S-ee the light of the truth,
T-urn a blind eye to faith's foe;
I-t's best to brush off the doubt,
A-nd shake our heads
N-o.
Something that I cannot resist something that is on my mind I want to have I feel that I got to have it.
Even though it is not good for me but I crave for it this feeling is killing me inside it is burning me up.
I feel like if I do not give in it will hurt me inside but the whole thing is all this does is make me stronger.
I hope that I can brush off this bitter temptation and move on.
Hope for the future?
A future of what?
A life of wealth
Or wiping a butt?
The choices we make
always meant to mold.
Should we conform
or choose to be bold?
Is there a point?
Is there a purpose?
Should we grab a joint?
Or walk away from fuss?
Worthless banter never works
Leaves drama all around.
Best to brush off
Never leave a sound.
The pain we have is only what we carry to the end.