Short Clunk Poems
Short Clunk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Clunk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Clunk by length and keyword.
clink clunk permeates the night,
is me heart a pounding right,
teeth are gripping with me bite,
shut up johnson say goodnight...:)
Categories:
clunk, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Little bear expected to clunk his little soft head
But his mother was swift, she did not want him dead
She caught him with strong arms that were rather red.
Categories:
clunk, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
My puppy ran past me with purpose
I was thinking squirrel or rabbit
Relieved he returned empty mouthed
Not like the time he dropped a dead squirrel
At my feet in the living room
Frozen, it landed with a clunk next to my bare foot
Categories:
clunk, dog,
Form:
Free verse
Clunk, bang, splat
The flakes fell flat
Tumbling, racing, spin around
Punching through until the ground
Soft, heavy, errant flakes fall fast
Twirling in the freezing blast
Some crashed into the window pane
Slid down and melted once again
Categories:
clunk, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
New Year
Drinks Beer
Gets drunk
Heads clunk
Drink over
Hangover
Feels sick
Loo quick!
Is ill
Needs Pill
To bed
Sore head
Morning
Dawning
Feels sad
Looks bad
Want drink…
Rethink!
1st January 2015
Categories:
clunk, humorous, new year,
Form:
Footle
humpf zap zarathustra honks
jingle jangle splash
shiin
doki doki
pada pada
clunk clank crash
snore snore
.......snore
tick tock tick
bang bang bang
ROAR
shiin silence
Categories:
clunk, confusion
Form:
Free verse
Here I am at 9am
My laptop bloody dead
Can’t charge it cause of them
Feeling like a clunk head
Here I am on my chair
Face glued to the iphone
With nothing new to share
What I’ve learned from home
Here I am hearing words
Lacking meaning in my head
Gibber’s the merely verb
My lecturer has fed
Hope I don’t fall asleep
Counting the number of sheep
Categories:
clunk, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th
Form:
Sonnet
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
Oh; it's spring in Sudbury
and the city wakes up.
There's a start of engines
and the day looks up.
You head out on the highway.
You're moving along.
Then a clunk by the wheel well
means your day's going wrong.
It's Spring here in Sudbury.
Construction going on.
It will last the whole year
and the road remains gone.
Categories:
clunk, change, grief, jobs, sorrow, work,
Form:
Quatrain
cold has no time, motion has no voice
and it has been so long since the stones
cried out in the open fields. hardened
still cold stones whose only reflection is
to bruise all flesh.
graveyard vulgar granite lips have little faith.
so the eulogy goes something like this.
he was always such a good drunk
when empty bottles around him went clunk.
happy as piss in a jar that is a wishin
some raise a bottle others just miss him.
Categories:
clunk, work,
Form:
I do not know?
Afternoons in winter;
When the hours seemed to drag,
Were always made more bearable
With grandma's button bag.
The sound is unmistakable,
The rattle, ting and clunk,
Of the decades of collected
Baubles, buckles, coins and junk.
Each button tells a story,
Where and when it was acquired,
Those cut off coats and dresses,
Mary years before admired.
The bag is full of memories
Stories from the past,
So we pass them to our children
In the hope nostalgia lasts.
Categories:
clunk, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme