Short Cranked Poems
Short Cranked Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cranked by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cranked by length and keyword.
So, I
Cranked
My treadmill
Up to max for
15 minutes today
and when I finally
took my roller skates
off they were WHITE hot
Categories:
cranked, funny, health,
Form:
Free verse
Backseat bingo- such a blast!
Passion pit- made in the shade.
Fat City- cranked and crazy!
With dolly- cloud nine!
Categories:
cranked, funny, romance, word play,
Form:
Dodoitsu
The 'New Math' has been around quite a while
It's time 'Journalism' cranked up her dial
Red pants suits are fun
Orange be the sun
Ms. Clinton and Trump at last reconciled
Categories:
cranked, fashion, hair, peace,
Form:
Limerick
The second I sit my fingers begin clicking the keys
What are you doing, I ask, if you please.
None of your business my muse says, typing away.
Another poem or two, cranked out, on this weird ass Thursday.
Categories:
cranked, muse,
Form:
Light Verse
We drove to our house
In a dusting of snow,
Surprising us all
With its sudden swift show.
We got out the shovels
And cranked up the heat,
Then covered the deck chairs
To make things complete.
But meanwhile my sister,
A Florida gal,
Was about to go swim
In her too-hot locale.
Categories:
cranked, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
Iced down in a wooden tub,
Chilled more with rock salt,
Taking turns, Tom Sawyer style,
Hand-cranked until firm.
Remove the paddle,
Barely scrape,
Lick!
Homemade ice cream with fresh fruit
Is reason enough
To suspend any diet,
Avoiding further
Justification.
Just have some
Now!
Categories:
cranked, food, sweet,
Form:
Epulaeryu
My brain is awake even when I’m not.
My thoughts fly with memories sought.
Like an old-fashioned machine,
My thoughts are cranked out unseen.
Thoughts are birds upon my brain!
They drip, drop, pattering like rain.
Thoughts are sticky and stay stuck like glue.
Thinking is such a glorious thing to be able to do.
Categories:
cranked, fun,
Form:
Ode
The gap between his feeling and what is going on gets wider
Cranked shrunk move and wave, he goes on and on like spider
See his personal things via this programmed lines on screen
From page to another reading more to that we have seen
To mother arms,
back to nature
Back to her tender arms
The end
Last silence.
Categories:
cranked, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Light gleaming, bouncing to and fro
Raybans and Coppertone Sport
Man's best friend ridin' shotgun
Radio cranked...volume 10, what else!
Trunk filled to the brim
Pabst Blue Ribbon gettin' frosty
Scarf a'blowin'
Nothin' but taillights and blue sky
Bends up ahead, straights behind
Worries, off with the wind
Joy, palpable, like the midday sun
Cruisin'
Categories:
cranked, adventure, august, beauty, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
My new red truck is just so sweet,
I feel like I'm in heaven going down the street.
Now I look down at the cars when I stop at the light,
And I have to admit it is quite a delight!
The open road is now calling my name,
I will be travelling in style from whence I came.
The music will be cranked, and I’ll have my wife by my side.
I love my truck, my brand new ride!
Categories:
cranked, fun, humorous, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
Comments:
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise. One
Love
Categories:
cranked, art, daughter, education, family, funny, life, mother,
Form:
Limerick
They said he'd cracked,
like a jar in the wind,
ajar to within.
Grumbling gears in an attic of a mind,
cranked with the resiliency of an old steam engine,
chugging along.
Muddy cigar for the failures,
basement couch for the come-backs,
after being knocked off a hundred times,
the podium has never had this many scratches,
climbs back up every time,
but gallows are never very accommodating.
Categories:
cranked, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Cranked a surprise with his jack in the box
Chained stays my flower in chastity locks
Power down, without T. V
Painful night crawled tauntingly
Deafened by raised legs' rotate inside clocks
30th August 2020
Written for Contest : Fun With Limericks
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Syllables are: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10
Categories:
cranked, candy, desire, fun, funny, funny love, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The river runs wild
An orphan child
Bottom rock tile
Through each mile
Trees along the bank
To hide and play a prank
Fishing boat cranked
To life here’s our thanks
Mud in between toes
Dirty stained clothes
Bait the fishing poles
Fun, fun, fun
Dry off in the sun
Its dark night has come
The river runs calm
Smoothing lip balm
Cool sweaty palms
Nice sweet mom
Time to go home
Sit down read a poem!
Categories:
cranked, adventure, nature, river,
Form:
I do not know?
I wear the same sweater more than twice in two days
My car has a dent and
hand cranked windows
Must make me poor
You are poor
Poor of soul,
happiness,
freedom of your once untrained mind
Walking in whatever direction a finger points
without question
I am rich
Rich of self
Rich of presence.
You are caged
I am free
Free to wander
obedient to self
Joy, and sorrow
embraced
You turn away
oblivious to sight
You have conformed
Categories:
cranked, passion,
Form:
Free verse
A death-dance,
a horse swept away.
Hooves flash and slap
the frothing pitch.
Neck cranked tight,
in the cascading
white-waters.
Terrible to behold.
A large chunk of tree,
just a large log
branches mimicking
thrashing legs.
Not a real horse in the act
of being swept away.
But terror is real
even as an illusion.
My mind is still
looking through its own
alarming image.
For a moment the river
had its spurs in me.
Categories:
cranked, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The innocuous white powder;
those dusty crumbs,
sniffed off distorted, glass mirrors
reflect images not his own.
Straight up or cut down,
it shames the weak
and weakens the poor.
Cracked up or cranked out,
oozing from a crusty nose,
dripping from his blank stare,
in eyes too blind to see that this
is the residue of his LIFE;
leftovers from the best parts of him;
refuse, ruins, pieces and particles that
can't
be blown away!
Categories:
cranked, son
Form:
Free verse
By day,
By night,
We fight,
Summoning all of our might.
They try to douse our flame, but it's still burning bright.
Our crime,
in time
You’ll find,
Is popular for a certain kind of mind.
Goodbye hate,
Goodbye sorrow,
Wonder who life will take tomorrow.
A product of our wills,
Crossing the hills
cranked out by the mills
of those who are ruled by this system still,
who believe life is already filled, and distilled,
discounting freewill.
Categories:
cranked, allusion, emotions, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
A neighing through wind-swirled waves.
Frozen hooves branch,
a neck cranked tight in a crossbow of fear,
a horse being swept away!
No! I miss-saw...
just a chunk of tree in the white running water,
A momentary delusion,
yet alarm took flight,
became a moth gone crazy
on the light of my skin.
Not a drowning horse -
not what I perceived there
in a quick moment of terror.
Yet for an instant,
my mind threw a saddle
over what was never there.
Categories:
cranked, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
He was known as the love poem generator
His poems it was said could not be greater
He cranked out at least a dozen at a time
They quickly swooned at his love words of rhyme
Soon he started missing subtle clues from his wife
Like, I've never been so horny in all of my life
He'd shout out, I'll be there in a minute dear
Just got a couple of more lines to write here
One day she yelled back, don't worry, that's okay,
The Plumber and I need time to finish anyway!
Categories:
cranked, humor, life, loneliness, lust, wife,
Form:
Couplet