Short Coil Poems

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


Tesla Coil Radio

Tesla Coil Radio Rock and very strange In your ears Tesla does spark Enlighten writings
Form: Senryu


Singing the Mortal Coil

Dancing the words to lance the boil
With grace and style but no toil
Watering the soul’s thirsty soil
Poetry sings the mortal coil
Form: Rubai

Defending Green Snake

It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.

 The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil.
Form: Rhyme

Onward And Upward

Until it's time to pop my clogs, shuffle off this mortal coil, I'll ensure my life is fun-filled not just daily drudgery and toil. As all work and no play would make me one dull boy, listless, senseless, bored witless, not my Mother's pride and joy. And so, in closing, I'm compelled to say, "Exercise free will, don't wait, hesitate or trust to fate, before you're over the hill."
Form: Rhyme

This Mortal Coil

Am I destined for hell
An eternity of woes
The wraith waits addicted 
And the demons fight for my soul

It seems I struggle 
To abstain from
The temptation of this
Mortal coil

Our Savior
Did not die in vain
He was crucified, slain
And lifeblood drained

For all my sins future and past
So that I may have
Life everlasting
In God's eternal light

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Mortal Coil

Mortal coil to shuffle off, up to the lord, almighty God, have that bridge, sometime to cross, ankle deep in mortal dross, never mind the bloody cost, till the veil do part, we plod, on cloven hoof , unshod, lonesome n the lost... Don Johnson thanks Carolyn love it mate canters through the gate, like a straight left to the head, we seem to suffer here ol mate, till the lord does strike us dead.... bit of a hell planet this one methinks....Don
Form: Rhyme

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