Short Corm Poems
Short Corm Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Corm by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Corm by length and keyword.
Corm Bread
am from the south
soulfood my rout
love collara green
green bean
but my theme
turning inmy head is
CORM BREAD...
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Categories:
corm, adventure, food,
Form:
Light Verse
Collar Greens and Corm Bread
this meal is a deal
its a taste
its so cool so food
don't go to waste
it in the back
no a rack
in my head
COLLAR GREENS
AND CORM BREAD...
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Categories:
corm, adventure, food,
Form:
Light Verse
Rains
RAINS
Crowd of dense dark cloud in sky.
A bird does not dare to fly.
Wrath of cloud on hit of storm
. burst in tears as rains to cry.
Summer had left soil dry.
Showers refreshing hard corm.
Forgotten love to feel shy.
Torn amour again to tie.
Rainy season in full form.
05/17/22
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand...
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Categories:
corm, appreciation, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Roses
truth in true form
withstand storm
minds transform
has their corm
beauty-norm
less deform
look lukewarm
duties perform
stands every great celebrity
spell-bound in their beauty
their smell is like fruity
aren't they so cutie?
having them is booty
midst environs sooty
though they look bit snooty
my pen bleeds as though her duty
04 September 2022
Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina...
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Categories:
corm, flower, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Freesia
Green shoots start emerging from a tiny corm
vibrant flowers bloom when sun is warm
I drink in their sweet perfume
in my living room.
I adore
bright blooms
I want more
in purple and red
growing in my flower bed
freesia flowers give such delight
their jeweled colors are a glorious sight
Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Checked with how many syllables
6/25/19...
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Categories:
corm, flower, garden, senses,
Form:
Rhyme
Wrangled Mime: Spoonerisms
Penning wrangled mime
and wared out of my skits,
I’m poked in serspiration,
My mind’s in fisted twits.
It’s not the way I spike to leak;
I’ve turned to try it down.
Still I'm rilled with florious grime,
so nothing dings me brown.
We poets are a lazy crot,
voiling with turds and worse.
Roping with the fools of corm,
dinditions so reverse.
A hong lot toke in the sub
might dude me a girl of wood.
Or how about a bun at the reach?
Well, I can’t wet a gay, but I should....
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Categories:
corm, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain