Short Comport Poems

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


Premium Member Harry's Day In Court

Harry finally had his day in court
  So he wore a dark suitcoat to comport
    But he let go a fart
    Tore the courtroom apart
  A full tank of gas ~ a hole in his shorts
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Isn'T Golf Strange

Isn't golf a strange sport
In the way its fans comport

Hit the ball straight and true
All folks do is ahh and ooh

When do fans let out a cheer
When in the hole, it disappears
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Poem Short

To craft a poem short, one that cavorts, holds court, exhorts, perhaps retorts of sort and not resort to ***ort: a sport that does comport in support of a certain forte.
---------- H/T to Maurice Rigoler's The Art of the Short Poem
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

A Life of Caution

Much of a heart time,
do we see angels around,
to comfort and comport,
our cruelties in life,
much of our heart times,
do we dream of days,
days of fates,
fates of success in times,
in times of blessings.
BUT,all these ,can be seen,
if we have a sense of caution,
In this life of,CAUTION.
Form:

Premium Member CA 47

Who the heck was a supporter
of this brain-dead Katie Porter?
Seems her daughter’s mind was tortured:
she asked, if raped, who’ll escort her
to a neighborhood aborter
now that Trump can surely thwart her?
Porter should receive no quarter;
It's quite clear it would comport for
Californians to report her.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member Mirror, Mirror

I cast my gaze on other folk, and sort them out with shoulds and musts. My problem is a certain bloke; his comport fills me with disgust. Reflecting on him, all I see: myself, just staring back at me. —————
for the Bite Size Contest no.60 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier written on 02/01/23
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Reflection

Though my world view become tarnished with age,
Let my imagination not so follow.
May its memory burn bright with the vigor of eager youth,
Happy to confront the dichotomy of discovery,  
Which doesn't comport with my upbringing, my schooling, or my experience.
Only then will my self-worth meet the expectation of my promise.
Only then will I fulfill the destiny that Providence allows.

That pool can magnify, fool, or obscure.
But down at the bottom, that pool can cure.

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