Short Call Off Poems
Short Call Off Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Call Off by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Call Off by length and keyword.
T-rump’s a hustler on a stage
A pied piper who taps people’s rage
So who will rebuff
This great con artist’s fluff
And call off this ugly dark age?
Nikola Jokic, the opposite of cool
The woke NBA had him pegged for a fool
Calmly drops in 40 a night with 20 rebounds
Lebron and Jimmy B. had to call off the hounds
Animals of swamp
crocodile, fish, tadpoles
call-off the day
And wandered freely
Rabbit, deer, lion
lay apart quietly
No humane disturbances
No hiding in swamp grasses
Blue jay, yellow warbler
Sing to their heart's delight
While Hibau sleeps
Gibbon and Pangolin
play in grotto
Is Covid-19 a humane predator?
Or a protector of nature?
The waves look so inviting,
I am now up to my knees.
Im tired of always fighting,
The force that I must please.
The sea cries out my name,
My waist is now below.
It hurts so much, this pain,
So just call off the show.
The current pulls me farther,
My feet have left ground.
This is exactly what I wanted,
Because now im going to drown.
when i say a
six pack i'm
only showing
you the beer
that'll drink
writing this
not my abs
so you can
try to stab
me but it
won't work
but Mack
the knife
will have
to call off
that night
for even
when the
shark bites
he might
but barely
leave a mark then
but remembering
when a mark
was but now
is a euro
and that
hurts
Form:
Devil kiss
Dear friends I went to the counselor My problem is my soul becomes elder as my growth and mind and heart so I think it's normal that I soul sounds able to attend few of the people's around me it's normal I think may be because my lady durga kalki is on call off my soul also I may be a yoga tell me then judge me who I am devil kiss
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
On the side of a path branching off from the road
expectations of glorious guilt mount
makeshift trenches housing truants, anxiously counting
the seconds 'til school officers call off the hunt...
Free at last at 9:30 to pursue puerile passions
constructing lean-tos in trees, small campsites nearby
They'd burn down the bush in a heartbeat if only
their consciences would forget how to sigh
Creeping through the backyard,
chasing birds and squirrels,
causing a commotion,
crazy cat decides to
call off the hunt for now.
Coming inside he finds
contentment in a lap.
8/16/15
I found this form on Shadow Poetry site. It's called a Pleiades.
Only one word is allowed for a title and is followed by a single
7 line stanza, each line having 6 syllables. The first word in each
line begins with the same letter as title.