Short Clacks Poems

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


Premium Member Rooting For Snidely Whiplash

I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash
Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash.
Silly Dudley Do-Right
Simply isn’t that bright.
Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash.

Good villain, it is your turn to win.
Wipe off Dudley Do-Right’s ridiculous grin.
Leave her on the tracks
With their clickety clacks
Follow me, Whiplash. Do I hear an Amen?
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Form: Limerick


Only Comes But Once a Year

Toy trains rolling ‘round the tracks
With its funny clicks and clacks

Gifts with paper ripped apart
Chosen with love from the heart

Golden turkey nice and hot
Eggnog, some with, some with not

Pies and puddings stomach bound
Children gathered all around

Don’t forget the doggy treats
Ensuring everyone eats

Christmas with laughter and cheer
Only comes but once a year
Form: Couplet

Unseen Yet Known

I may not see the Wind,
But I know it's there.
I see it in a shaking leaf
The moving clouds
The empty soda can as it
Clackety clacks down the street.
I feel the Wind as a Summer's breeze
I see it's force in a hurricane and tornado.
Without the Wind,
my sails would be lifeless,
My mill wouldn't turn,
My kite wouldn't fly.
Wind....just because I don't see you,
does not mean you don't exist....

Bite the Bullet

Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet,
For he's been busted by his foe;
Dust wraps him from his head to toe
And rusts his heart. Is that his flaw?  
He clacks like a little pullet. 
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet.


Chosen title: Bite the bullet 

Nov. 1, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet - Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ebeh
Form: Triolet

Winter Blues

The Manzanita clacks in 
gelid breezes
like the clap of clacking bones. 

Reddish painted branches 
reach their grey, bent shadows 
on stone from

hulking, brewing
drifting welkins.

Peeling, crackled, weathered 
bark 

grasp,  grind and intertwine
gnarled fingers as they rasp and clonk.

Silhouetted by the yawning flame  
dipping low, 

dances the macabre branches, 
on a stage glacial white with 
winter snow.


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