Short Cartwheels Poems
Short Cartwheels Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cartwheels by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cartwheels by length and keyword.
Spring dances and
does cartwheels
in the rain with such joy.
Her daffodils dazzle,
faces upturned to catch
this nectar of nature.
C. Alvez
The wind
always gets things moving.
The flattened Marlboro
cigarette package
cartwheels
across the street
before the light
changes.
But don't we all?
Soup's up, oh YAY!
And hip-hip HOORAY!
Cartwheels and back flips and ole´, OLE´!
So much to say,
Write away, write away.
Farewell to the grey
Is a beautimous DAY!
Walnuts are good for the brain;
and they help to keep us sane!
Eat them much,like in-between meals;
and you will want to do extra cartwheels!
Copyright McCuen 2009
Sparks leap tall buildings
and butterflies drool.
Nuns speak in cartwheels
Puritans jig like fools.
Heady verbosity
intoxicates
when hopeless romantic
meets existential basket-case.
cartwheels of energy
whirring, rotating
within each cell
as a whole looping form
an enigma we do not analyse
for it is what it is
an endless evolution
in divine entwined celebration
A
Lone
Eagle
Flies high
Joined by a smaller male, calls
To him softly, come. Dives as if in water, chases
Calls, does cartwheels, swoops, fly high lock talons free fall separating before hits ground
Bring pheasants bring cartwheels
Bring dark hallowed halls
Bring the quiet whisper
Whom no one thought to call
Bring a lamp
A can
A crucifix
Someone to lean against
Bring my mother
My son
In the dark and disorder
I won't go on alone
Without a home.
Archie did cartwheels for Veronica
Jughead even played his harmonica ~
But Veronica’s Jewish
Leaving two suitors bluish ~
Steinberg made her latkes for Chanukah
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'Latkes' are potato pancakes, a traditional
Chanukah treat.
Cartwheels across our floor
her artwork covers our fridge
Naps like an angel, cries like the devil
explores the world, full of courage
Can I go to school with my friends
she asks, her eyes two blue saucers
You'd like that, wouldn't you, I shudder
~ to stifle your growth, I mutter
Your presents are ready
They're under the tree
Big ones and small ones
For Bluebird from me
Please buy me nothing
You're all that I want
Your love is a diamond
But one I can't flaunt
It's not the right time
To do cartwheels and such
But inside I'm doing them
Often and much
The thought you could love me
Makes my heart swoon
The thought you could love me
Sends this man to the moon
Morning light,lightly
Playing upon the leaves
Hiding,peaking,hiding as it
Cartwheels over trees
" I'm so happy to see you" !
A gift,a joy, a reprieve
From the darkest contemplation
Your appearance a relief
I awaken to this new day
My Father had allowed
As this light announcing its arrival
Let our spirits not be cowed
Embrace the day,give it your best
As a gift in return to God
With love,and peace,and thankfulness
Our feet on the path be shod
Somewhere in the distance
rings a silver bell,
far away, yet strangely near,
a festive carousel.
Turning cartwheels in my mind,
playing music to my ears,
throwing rainbow-coloured stardust
in a cloud of snowdrop tears.
The sweetest choir breathes a sigh,
in perfect tune it sings,
the bells chime out a melody,
an angel gets her wings.
And I can only bow and smile
and pray it will not end;
for it's truly a wonderful life
with an angel for a friend.
Green eyed witch in Christmas colors, with a whimsical smile.
My idea takes off and runs forward, skipping, dancing, doing cartwheels.
As usual.
I give the witch two familiars, for one did not seem like enough for that face.
The canvas still looks barren, so I throw in a moon, stars, a broom, houses.
Busier now, which makes me happy.
I become even more joyful as I add color. Painting is my favorite thing to do.
Hot pink shoes! The witch directs me.
I do not see why not.