Short Buffer Poems
Short Buffer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Buffer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Buffer by length and keyword.
We wrap ourselves tight in a layer of fear
seeking a buffer from those who'd come near
our heart's not protected, we may yet be rejected
and we'll know it by all the loud popping we hear
Some are sensitive more than others
It's an inbred trait, just like a buffer
Causes some problems
We get up on our haunches
Uncontrollable it is, right down to the buzzer
Disasters happen, you don't have a buffer
No rhyme or reason, one thing after another
Feel so helpless
Seem quite endless
Then suddenly you wake up smiling at your brother
You are my phosphate in life,
The dynamo in my gate,
You're not weak but fate,
You buffer my fife.
Ion and atom do compound,
And my temperature flies,
My acidic condition cries,
Pressure dissolves around.
A drop floats on the surface
A bubble won’t pop
They glide past each other
And slow to a stop
The tension of surface
A strong buffer zone
Don’t tell me your problems
Just leave me alone
And that which could be
Becomes that which will not
Yes zone isolation
Secures what it’s got
Hand over fist
Tightly bound mist
Falling change washes
Covering new day UN-derailed
Timelines metabolize truth
Driven skull to shine and buffer
Smoothie abuse, set up new booths!
A concoction of American bliss
Rage to the end of the world
See the bills unfurl
Leverage this beast
Make it complete
I spent some money today
On a brand new muffler
Getting one that doesn’t sound
Like there isn’t a buffer
This one is all shiny
And brand new looking
It sounds so perfect
Doesn’t sound spooking
I love my new muffler
Grand is its new sound
I believe it’s fantastic
Nice and perfectly round
Russell Sivey
mr. rumble went to
the cumble
sat there and had a cafe
with MR.and MRS.rafe
saw the sun set up down
and went to home with crukkle brown
lived in buffer with ladle moffer
to see the cauther ruffer
mr . rumble went to shopper
to buy lill toffer
had a lost journey with cumble curney
oh ! mr rumble
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Another Coming Winter
David J Walker
Winter is a longtime coming son
And even longer leaving
Before the seasons done
With its freezing ways
Though
It seems the summer
Outstays
It's welcome
Its warming trend
Seams to end
Without warning
And fall is all we have
To buffer
Another
Coming winter
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a buffer between the you and the me
the constant mediator chaperoning
criticizing with its glare and pursed lips
negating the realm of possibilities
as it downplays the fragranced essence of hinting
opting to zero in on the desolation of nothingness
and that buffer between you and me
only grows stronger and louder
AP: 2nd place 2023
Toupee, or not toupee,
that is the question:
whether 'tis nobler on the head
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous alopecia
or to take wigs against a sea of baldness,
wear them as a buffer,
the whips and scorns stem,
and by opposing end them.
Ay, that's the nub.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
You probably don't notice,
The difference that you make,
But other people notice,
How you always seem to take,
The problems and the troubles,
That other people suffer,
And lift them, calm them, find solutions,
Try to be a buffer.
Small miracles aren't small at all,
To those you help they're big.
You make them happen all the time,
And that's not small, it's big.
Longest lived of living things,
Some trees last two thousand years.
These natural resources
Give us oxygen.
Trees absorb nasty carbon,
Thus saving us from ourselves
And belching automobiles.
We must save our trees.
Trees are indispensable.
Buffer from wind, shade from sun,
And I have but just begun
To name their uses.
By: Joyce Johnson
for: "Trees Everywhere" contest Rec'd a 5th
Help, the dentist has got me to kill
Torturing me with her drill
Scraping my teeth with her silver hook
She is pretty but she is giving me that look
I will kill thee to cleanse dentistry
Do not resist, do not resist me
Scrub scrub with her buffer and polishing paste
Thee is done, begone, make haste
More patients I have to lay waste
Dont forget to settle thy bill
Lest I will bring thee back to rekill.
A smile is so contagious,
Is so contagious, they say.
Even through the nook and corner
To the heart it finds a way.
And from the heart, straight to the lips
It always makes a fair play,
And then to the other,
And then to the other,
It spreads like a fire
In the hay!
Joy and energy
It carries far and wide
Without a buffer, across the bay.
And now I have sent you one,
Hope it reached,
Have a nice day!:)
The man who did lots suffer
Now relaxed on a sofa,
Waiting for what's on offer;
Some nice stuff they'd him proffer:
In his mind a Grant Cake
He'd taste and more of it take,
Seek to know who did it bake
And his sleeping love awake!
Just from a War Zone's Buffer,
They should him serve a buffet
Then fast make him a bridegroom,
Wife pushing to him plus room...
I have to Records referred:
The Best offered The Suffered.
We are the chemistry which hold the secrets of the UNIVERSE. The buffer zone. We are those that converse with human nature, regardless of the plea.
We are the ANGELS OF HEAVEN and we know these things:
EVERY MORTAL BLEEDS.
EVERY MORTAL BREEDS.
AND EVERY MORTAL BREATHES.
WE are the MATHEMATICIANS above, that hold all of the HEAVENS. WE EXIST BEYOND YOUR REALM. HIGH ABOVE anything you've EVER KNOWN.
TAKE HEED.
In a buffer zone
Of day and night
When the light was passing
His baffle to the night
Dark come out of light
Or light come out of dark
In a doubt swash
You came out of my doubt
With that eyes angel
Who Host
day and night
In harmony
That was I doubt
Arrowed glance of light
And the aim of the mug of light
Broken baked bare heart mine?
And I am not any more
Who I was or where I was
And that make me knew
How god made
This universe out of dark
It's like death but sweeter
It's freezing by the heater
It's narcissism, fanaticism,
And folly on a cake
It's like steel but tougher
I've got acid but no buffer
It's cynicism, pessimism,
And idiocy in a shake
It's like mucus but putrid
It's milk and booze diluted
It's nihilism, optimism,
And ignorance in a pie
It's like sugar but sour
It's drowning in the shower
It's like having happiness and sorrow
Impaled into your eyes
A Means To An End
Innocense lost to a lifetime of cost
And a childhood mistake
Don't lose your health finding yourself
Or deny the journey that you take
The truth didn't die, and neither did i
Though i tried to set us free
Held by the mesh in my cage of soft flesh
It cuts me more than me
Hoped time would heal scars too real
But the wounds bled again
Self-infliction is a sin
But it's all i can feel
Must suffer my buffer
A means to an end
I have a few whys that really bother me
like why when it rains do I pee frequently?
Why do some people enjoy wearing wigs?
Why do some men act like pigs?
Why don't cars have more of a buffer?
Why do people have to suffer?
Why do certain fabrics crinkle?
Why does old skin have to wrinkle?
Why doesn't a red head's hair turn gray?
Why won't Drs. listen to what their patients have to say?
Why won't any one write a letter?
Why isn't our world getting any better?
Woman Suffrage
Horn Haiku
women cried out loud
had been part of a big crowd
were very endowed
woman would suffer
man had zone which was buffer
that made things tougher
had prayed to our Lord
we do want to look toward
things we can afford
Wilson with wimper
always would lose his temper
fidelis semper
see Trump wear his crown
cause trouble all over town
while we had a frown
wherever we went
we would see an immigrant
God to us had sent
Jim Horn
I think at times our souls must suffer
And our hearts become our buffer
We write of truth and of sadness
Into our lives we bring such madness
To make our poems true and right
We must feel the pain we write
So we put the sadnes in out hearts
It is the way our poetry starts
And if we do not feel the pain
Our poetry has naught to gain
Yes, we may stir up controversy
(I am a poet, lord have mercy)
Some may criticize what we do
So poets,to your own heart be true
carolann crowley 6/14/07