Short Cans Poems

Short Cans Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cans by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cans by length and keyword.


Banging On Cans

from away  where i stay
you hear the beat
you pat you feet
its gets under neat
its not  a band
its man
BANGING ON CANS


Premium Member Candy 'Cans'

Halloween night, there are only candy 'cans' -- no can'ts 
       ~ Back at home, kids treat their parents to a 'Sugar Dance'
Form: Couplet

Watering Cans

Watering Cans

The latest water restrictions will add an 
extra sadness to 
the before the 
present time sad watering cans here and
there.

Cans and Food

in your plan
together band
have in hand
to fill that cot
are in a parking lot
reach out
without doudt
brng  as weather is cool
its year of together 
stand
with
CAN AND FOOD

Premium Member Dented Cans - a Love Story

driving away slow
   enchanted by metaphors…
        rice pelting our car
   white picket fences ahead
dented cans streaming behind

            05 Jan 2018

    syllable count 5-7-5-7-7
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Dented Cans

DENTED CANS

Took a bag of trash
To the curb inside the bag
Garbage, dented cans


1/11/18

Original contest  Dented Cans
For Contest:  'A STUNNER JANUARY 2018' Contest Info
Sponsored by: 	Line Gauthier
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Aerosol Cans

Now here's something I've never thought of before How'd they get the air in those aerosol cans I implore A major phenomenon Need help from dear mom Mom knows everything, she's smart to the core
Form: Limerick

Dented Cans

"dented cans" bad plans "dented cans" beware spams "dented cans" could be sans "dented cans" metaphoric sham's ~~~~~~~~~~~~
DENTED CANS - Poetry Contest, sponsored by John Lawless 12-24-17

Premium Member Dented Cans

There is something to savour
in that very first nick
blemish
scratch

dent

What ever it may be
it's yours now 
baptized
utilized

broken in

There is utter liberation
a tossing of fears
as pristine 
can't

dented can





17.12.23

Composed for John Lawless'
"Dented Cans"

Empty Cans

Lost...
To the sound of quaters falling into a soda machine
Empty...
Because when it's gone, I'll still be thristy
Lost...
To the day..
To a time when the sun could open a soul
A time of warmth
Of hot concrete on bare feet
When warm grass felt like cold sand.
Empty...
Soda Can
And I'm still thristy
Form:

Too Many Mixed Up Cans

Benican said he could,
Jerrican was quite full,
Pellican catch a fish,
Jellican wobble in a dish,
Daisican grow a flower,
Wellican provide a shower,
Barbican cut your hair, 
Terrican eat a pear,
Jonican throw a lance,
Cancan is an exciting dance,
Billican boil some tea,
Would you sit and have some with me,
..............can you?................
Form: Rhyme

Dry Cans and Mason Jars

dry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit 
 covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
 
 all with labels peeling.

 the iconic cambells soup cans in tarnished 
red and white 
set on the shelf like rusty bells on
 a church steeple.

not like the empty mason jars on 
the front porch half filled with rain.

half with childhood memories of
 grasshopper guest and fire fly delights.
Form:

Dented Cans

Lifelong series, proliferation of dreams
Procrastination pushes cans to rear shelf
Crushed pineapple replaces peaches and creams
Depleted pantry unenvisioned of self

Back burners overwrought iron pans of sin
Awaiting an opener, woman of tin
Lifelong series, ambitions, intended plans
Plentiful in could haves, instead, dented cans


Written:  1/1/2018
Contest:  Dented Cans
Hosted by:  John lawless
Form: Rispetto

Painting the Trash Cans

Senior year, student government
I couldn’t do anything right
When told to paint the trash cans
Our class colors, blue and white

I added my own touch to the job
Always doing too much
Scrawled my name on all the bins
Hoping to gain more fame

Some thought I was uncool, to
Expose myself to the whole school
All I was supposed to do
Was to paint the trash cans blue

The next year they were painted red 
I was forgotten like I were dead
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dented Cans

Lowly, faded, dented cans
discarded and unseen
where you have been and gone
what journeys in your dreams?

You’ve sat upon the shelves
of dingy discount stores
imperfect cans that feed
the hungry, downcast poor.

Then whisked you into bins
in piles that climbed so high
to eagerly be found 
and recycled for some dimes.

There is a place for dented cans
a humble way they give
some see them as a heap of trash
for others, essential to live. 



Written on 1/3/2018
Form: Rhyme

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