Short Cockles Poems
Short Cockles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cockles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cockles by length and keyword.
Heidie, my dear....
Your "cockles" are,
in fact near...
Your "druthers"
Where they just may be,
Grey's Anatomy you
must see...
Autumn's quite colourful but I'm partial to warm
Like the cockles of my heart, need sweat beads to form
I'm a happy old geezer
Cold temps cause me seizures
Living naked at the equator but watching out for thorns
Fainte brethe of thine, so sweete and pure, that falleth on my breste
Arouseth love within my hearte that beateth in my cheste
And when thine loving handes caress the cockles of my hearte
Makes angells danceth in my soule for we shall never parte
With candyfloss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock.
Roller coaster big fast rides
All made to hide your eyes
The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoopla darts and all those things
Sandy beach and cockles too
These are the things I loved to do
With candy floss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock
Rollercoaster big fast rides
All make you hid your eyes
The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoop darts and all those things
The Sandy' Beach and cockles too
These are the things I like to do
Cockles and Mussels In Brussels
The women wore trusses after having tussles;
They were embarrassed thinking that Brussels;
Did survive;
Came alive,
Only city that can serve cockles with mussels.
(Actually it was London fair city.)
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Your eyes light my world
touch the cockles of my heart
pulse me with desire.
Your touch makes me want
like a thirst in a desert
quench me with thy lips.
Your lingering scent
Like a spring scented blossom
draws me closer, awwww.
entry for sentimental synru
Linda-Marie sweetheart of P.S. sponsored
Delicious hot brown
Warm and soothing
Fluttering my heart
Warming the cockles
Enjoy alone
With friends and family
15 minutes to sing through my veins
Dark or light roast
South American to African
An early morning hit
Or an afternoon brew
A slight bitterness
A moments silence
A few seconds to think and relax
A daily joy
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Down under the sea it's frolic time free.
Fiddler crabs play jigs, lolling, lively lilts.
Cockles flap up to clang their symbols with glee.
Angelfish, halos askew, sing in kilts.
Octopuses play jazz in harmony.
Shrimps a dancing, rocking attune on stilts.
Anemones tentacles wave in surge,
as tide and current roll rhythms and submerge.
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The best thing about waking up
is not the coffee in our cup
warming the cockles
I'd impart
from the bottom of our heart
it's knowing we survived
to see another day arrived
no matter what may come our way
as being late
when we're done and gone
is far too harsh to contemplate
so smell the flavour
savour the roast
and of our time here on earth
before we're toast
let's not forget to make the most
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
For starters I'll order the tripe
Wrapped in dark blue plums, just ripe
Painted with a bright red-white stripe
Dabbed with green spots from icing-bag pipe
Next, I'll have the fish, grilled just right
Flambéed with whiskey set alight
On a bed of cockles, shut up tight
Wrapped in seaweed. What a sight!
For sweets I'd like the chocolate mousse
With eggs, cream and bitter lime juice
All gooey and creamy, sure to seduce
My cravings for sugar and a cup of Seuss
Once pierced by Cupid's arrow,
love's the only thing you feel.
For hope banishes all pain
to the fringes of real.
As euphoria floods in,
sparks spontaneously start.
And a warm sensation stirs;
in the cockles of your heart.
Forged upon desire's anvil,
fantasies burn hot as coal.
And tides of hope ebb and flow,
in a lonely heart and soul.
Freed by the passage of time;
anxieties drift away.
And though love levies a toll,
lonely hearts willingly pay.
Nothing is what I feel
Empty was my world
I painted a picture, but it was blank
Blank imaginations, blank feelings
Dark and wild place I was in
No one, nothing nobody ever heard me
Skies were so near, could count the stars
The moon tried to smile but blood covered it
Anger creped in, frustrations and greed
Tried ease the pain but I eased my self
Empty and Emptier I felt
Bins couldn't be Emptier
Gongs couldn't cockles than I was
Evil brought the sunshine but felt NOTHING