Short Clean Sweep Poems

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


Premium Member Top of the Heap

John John and I are like two peas in a pod Limerick masters, pretty hard to dislodge The top of the heap A real clean sweep Guess you could say we're limerick gods
Form: Limerick


Safe Spot

go spot no spot stop
                      light is red now green I scream
                              dashing in and out
                      a clean sweep he lifts and bounce
                      tail wagging his ball retrieved 


       T Reams
Form: Tanka

Premium Member After the Storm

Watching the deer in the front yard

Tiptoeing through the wet grass.

Out from their hiding places

Now that the storm is over.

Bits of blue peeking through

Cloudy skies.

The air so fresh and clean.

The storm...nature's clean sweep,

Over for now.

Horn Olympics Hammer Hiaku

Horn Olympics Haiku 

Olympics theme song;
When I would have a hammer,
This was what we need.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn

Hope this will humor you and USA 
ends  up with a clean sweep.

Wonder who out there are
curling fans. I remember 
a Carling beer that probably
no longer exists.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

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That kind of kiss and runoff.
Why don’t you concede to the fraud ?
It was a haunted dilemma,
kidnapping of a verdict.

Dinosaurs were wiped out
by a clean sweep of a meteorite
long back, millions of years. Now,
present ones, tiny reptiles

still survivng in water, air and
earth by active faults.
The  great Indian Bustard was again
sighted in a poor man’s field.

Are you a moon friendly ?
I am dispossessing all my domestic clouds.



Satish Verma
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That kind of kiss and runoff.
Why don’t you concede to the fraud ?
It was a haunted dilemma,
kidnapping of a verdict.

Dinosaurs were wiped out
by a clean sweep of a meteorite
long back, millions of years. Now,
present ones, tiny reptiles

still survivng in water, air and
earth by active faults.
The  great Indian Bustard was again
sighted in a poor man’s field.

Are you a moon friendly ?
I am dispossessing all my domestic clouds.



Satish Verma
Form:

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