Short Bumpers Poems
Short Bumpers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bumpers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bumpers by length and keyword.
Aylesbury duck in port
Currant jelly sauce
Bucks bread with beef dripping spread
Then cherry bumpers;
Dandelion and
Burdock brew
Whew!
road kills left their souls on the bumpers of passing cars
their rorschach shapes haunting the eyes of the drivers
as their wheels keep turning chasing the next unwanted prey
I love chrome bumpers
Sequins on headbands
Rhinestones on sweaters
Colored gemstones that are polished
Confetti, glitter,
Anything ritzy, ditzy or sparky
I love shiny things
Could I be a crow?
Rock-ribbed republicans
under
six sleek, slender saplings
fasten
red leather, yellow leather
onto
rubber baby-buggy bumpers.
(Say the long lines fast three times;
by now you know that nothing rhymes.)
I was born in the hearth of the snowbelt.
Knee-deep winters, icy face slivers.
Hot chocolate and pond hockey
, a long driveway with a small coal shovel
Pegging cars with snowballs
Holding tight to car bumpers down icy lanes.
Long slogs toward a blizzard called middle school.
A slow learner always prays harder for snow days.
All the people stop and stare,
they don't care, they don't mind the street-lights.
Bumpers kiss, fenders bend, I saw her grin, when she saw them glance again.
Black skin, with the wild hair, ripped denim laminated on her derrière.
Leather in the summer, ask her if she cares, all the people stop and stare.
Black vintage with the wild hair.
Dog who Chews has made his way to our home
Chewing the lattice off the porch
Chewing both bumpers off our cars
Chewing the iron gate to the garage
Chewing our willow tree down to a mushroom
I would get rid of that dog! Someone said.
That’s a BAD dog! Another said.
I am glad now that Another never had a dog.
Maybe this is why God also never gave Another a child to call bad.
Alliterative adjectives
Are like poetic additives
That rearrange raw rhythmic rhyme
So sonnets sound more-so sublime.
“Aggrieved aggressors,” “Angry Aunts”
“Outraged oppressors,” “Haunted haunts”
Are all alliterative bits
That prod poor poems into hits.
Consider how this very verse
Without alliteration would be worse.
For con-sequential consonants
Create quaint quotes of consequence.
What do a Jeep, a Ford and a Chevy have in common?
Wheels, air, heat, dashboard, chrome, bumpers, seats,
Steering wheel, headlights, tail lights.
I start to wind down on my guesswork.
He does not nod so I start up again.
Tires, hoods, knobs, door locks, door handles
Keep going he says
Engines, carburetors, windshield wipers.
I can see him shaking his head no
Go on, he says.
But I do not want to.
Cars run down the road to New York City
Looking for cattle
There must be another way to make hamburgers
Not too many pastures in Manhattan
Traffic won't permit it
Going zero miles per hour is no way to hunt for dinner
What's McDonald’s secret
They sell billions every year
People in India are vegetarians
Animals have souls and ancestry
Cows carry signs in the city
“No buns or bumpers”
“Beep if you love Jesus”
I am a sucker for
musical comedies, musical chairs,
and decorated music boxes.
I am a sucker for
baby oil, baby blankets, homemade
baby booties, and babies.
I am a sucker for glitter,
glitziness, and glitter glue.
I am a sucker for shiny things
Shiny bumpers, shiny windows,
shiny lakes, shiny snow, and shiny stars
I am a sucker for games
Monopoly, Cadoo, Life, Chess,
Uno, Old Maid.
I guess I am just a sucker.
fee, fi, fo, fum
eenie, meenie, miny, mo...
absurdities abound
rubber buggy bumpers
for instance… or, blackbirds
baked in a pie… perchance
there's a fungus amungus...
eenie, meenie, desalini
ucha-a-wa'alini
hepta-minika-zokalini
doo-wa-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-doo...
In honor of 'National Bad Poetry' day
(How'd I do-- D?)
The shoes are stashed in cubbies,
The jackets hung on hooks.
The kids are having quite a blast -
At least that's how it looks.
The trampoline is busy
As toddlers bounce and jump
While rubber bumpers ring the gym
So no one gets a bump.
There's music from the speakers,
A breeze from all the fans
And balance beams, all with a part
In Friday morning's plans.
When caring for the grandkids,
I think of days gone by
When I would take their father
To the same class at the "Y."