Short Butters Poems
Short Butters Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Butters by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Butters by length and keyword.
I get the bread-n-butters,
hot, koshers, dills, all that.
But why they call them stackers,
when they are oh so flat?
H/T to Terry Flood's Pulling Pickles
Categories:
butters, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Trump Butters Up Players
We could see all of Trump's clutter;
Golf players up he did like to butter;
The final trigger;
Made hole bigger;
Would play deplorable with is putter.
Jim Horn
C'mon!!! You have to laugh at this one.
Jim Horn
Categories:
butters, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
I walked without her through a tentacled forest. Skulls broke beneath butters. A scarlet-and-gold clad Legionnaire, unequipped for darkness, richer than Deutsch chocolate. A lance bogged in moist marsh. Stripped bare and skull dragged, I broke free, into the forest. I walked there, without her.
Categories:
butters, abortion, absence, analogy, angel, anger, angst, autumn,
Form:
Blank verse
If we really are alone
Made of
Strings bits of things
Scattered all over
Unimaginable distances
Outside and inside
Emotions that stretch
Like elastic
Unbelievable coincidences
Hope and dread
Measured reason
Demons in the machine
This moment butters the head
If we really are alone
©david byrne june ‘12
Categories:
butters, allegory, life, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
We are to each other now
many decades later
what we were the day
we got married, a couple
at the kitchen table on
a summer night—she
a slice of watermelon,
corners touching the ceiling,
covering my face in juice
and I the corn she butters
before she devours it.
We eat as fast as we can.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
butters, marriage,
Form:
Blank verse
About six degrees of silly
Best describes my friend Billy,
Butters both sides of his bread,
Eats ice-cream standing on his head,
Walks backwards when it's hilly.
He embarrasses me all round town
With silly noises and faking frown,
He scares people in the park,
Jumping out of trees when it's dark,
Billy's such a hopeless clown.
Categories:
butters, children, funny,
Form:
Limerick
A raw communion wafer in my hand
A hard wind melting the castles of sand
There is an anger roaring through us
A surf thrashing on the rocky shore
An inebriated old incubus
Its wist binds our Samson to the floor
It butters the children dry bread
Broke hole in my mother's shoes
Turn blue, silky skies to lead
And print morning and evening news
I saw the pale infection
Coiled like a whip on a Great House floor
The master of the plantation
The tears of children on a foreign shore.
Categories:
butters, warchildren,
Form:
Verse
Wind
and rain
bring bird chirps.
Give way to blue
skies, with flowers blooming in the garden,
oh, April showers bring us May flowers.
Squirrels run, leap,
bees buzz, buzz,
butters'
glide.
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April 24, 2019 (Double Tetractys)
Poetry/Double Tetractys/In Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 19-113171-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Tetractys This
sponsor, Charles Messina
Second Place
Categories:
butters, nature,
Form:
Tetractys