Short Chintzy Poems

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


The Light

Do you see the inner light of God 
A love so powerful it could boiled all the oceans

Or are you blinded by earths man made
Chintzy trinkets, bulbs and string lights

Love


Premium Member Chintzy In Quincy

A staid old art collector in Quincy
dotes on cats but with people is chintzy
He willed old shoes to his wife
and to his son a jackknife
His tabby got a Monet and Da Vinci

Written 2/13/22
Form: Limerick

An Affair

Distilled sun invades
to project on whitewashed screen their 
chintzy-hotel love,
melding the serenading shades.








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Date: 13 / 01 / 2017
Form: Verse

Premium Member gaining weight wonder why

feed me butter
give me pie
gaining weight?
I wonder why

Siting in a recliner
for one hour, now two
kicking off my instincts
Maybe three will do

Sitting sedentary
barely moving at all
bring me chocolate cake
and don’t make the piece that small!

Gaining weight my pretty?
Gee I wonder why.
I want another piece of rhubarb.
Don’t be so chintzy with that pie!

Premium Member Nancy Drew

After I read all of the Trixie Belden books I could find
My aunt Janice allowed me to read one of her Nancy Drew books
She had a book case filled with them.
She was chintzy with them, only allowed me to borrow one at a time.
I used to beg to take two, but she had her standards.
So I took one at a time, disliking how she was slowing down my progress.
I never liked Nancy Drew as much as Trixie Belden anyway.


Premium Member Chasing Moonbeams

Folderol and balderdash,
nonsensical, sweet whimsy.
Musical, so airily,
she prances round the elm tree.
Mimsy do, in flimsy blue
with bells upon her head, ho!
Where she goes, I do not know,
exquisite, never chintzy.
A woodland sprite, her face alight,
she coyly beckons fireflies.
Off into the dark, they go,
playing out a dance mid-flight.
Mirthfully, her friends in tow,
she’s chasing moonbeams in the night.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Privileges and Perks

We're members of the Gardens;
We pay our yearly dues.
Their parking lot, though (15 bucks!)
We have to pay to use.

They toss in several passes
Each year when we renew,
But why make members pay at all?
I haven't got a clue.

This policy is bogus 
And another thing I hate
Is on those chintzy passes
There's an expiration date.  

A membership to something
Should have privileges and perks, 
For what's the use of joining
When that rule no longer works?
Form: Rhyme

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