Short Cranny Poems
Short Cranny Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cranny by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cranny by length and keyword.
Locked up in a hotel
stronghold, dog leash
dog pound
every nook and cranny downtown
don't high tale it to the gutter
six feet under in the ground
There once was a woman named Annie
Who had an incredible fanny
Because of its size
They couldn't surmise
Whether it was a nook or a cranny
John G. Lawless
4/20/2020
scraping of the soil
invasion of millipedes
unearthed by rakers ~
those roly poly critters
in every nook and cranny
9/6/2021
A Buggy Tanka
M.L. Kiser
Swimming When Hit By Smack,
You should have seen ocean smack,
Received on every cranny and crack,
Being crass;
Each crevasse,
Which would be from front to back.
Jim Horn
A bucking mare that was named Annie
Liked kicking at each nook and cranny.
Since Young William was brave
He then mounted this nave,
Annie's hoof was found stuck in his fanny!
Once knew a brave fellow from Miami
His ability to leap tall buildings was uncanny
Going up was no sweat
Coming down posed a threat
His body filled every nook and cranny
A crook that liked to search every nook and cranny
In the process he would pinch every women’s fanny
He was shocked one day
And gave it up straight away
When he found his granny was rather manly
DISCOVERY
Every nook and cranny I must comb
In my school bus, at the end of the ride
And I found her nestled under the seat
Now my thorough search was complete
I asked if she was alright, then she cried
It seems she was scared of going home
Owloysius met Owllison and they fell in love.
Their wedding was a hoot and a holler!
Owlice told Owlan she wanted to wed.
He said, “No! I don’t give a hoot about THAT!”
Owlex hid from her at the hootenanny
as Owlyssa checked every nook ‘n cranny.
Day
after day,
night after
night,
the lonely tall pine
embraces her many
lodgers
in her stiff outstretched arms.
And in every nook and
cranny they forage, hunt and horde
before the coming winter.
And in
return
they
flinging
their refuse
to the soft earth.
Love barbs singed my heart, churning feelings of revulsion, flying topsy turvy in every nook and cranny in the heart that once whisked feelings in which I basked with hope, delight and anticipation.
Fed up I wanna break
Free of the shell I now elect
To wrap, cast in my past.
Facing my other
Your breath strokes my face
Gentle whispers across nose and chin
See every line and crinkle
Shared pillow
Helps to hold our embrace
I see every nook and cranny
Slowly I breath out
To share the breath
Of our early morning embrace
I
Am
The wire
That permits
The electrons flow
To light darkness caressing world.
Wems
Holds
Pliers
To tighten
While connecting each.
Just enjoy the lasting spark free...
Light
That
Spares fear
Lightening
The nooks and cranny
In your beautiful home of peace
When winter comes and settles in,
I feel your absence more each day.
The silence fills the house where
there was once peace, joy and laughter.
The love we shared still permeates
every single little nook and cranny.
In my heart, you're still here with me.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Truly we are not to admire while on duty
But irresistible is your beauty
Very scarce in our community
How can you be this beautiful
Physical assets you have them in full
By letting you go I will be a fool
Searching the nook and cranny
No one can be compared to you
For your specie is rare
You have to love the reasoning of a child.
You have to stand in awe…
You have to love it
Oftentimes I think that, as adults…
we could use a little more of it…
Their son saw magic everywhere
In ever cranny
and every nook
When they asked how he sees so much magic
He smiled…
because I know where to look.
The witch formed a little niche.
A place to hide her flicking switch.
A hiding crevice where others would not look.
Her own private daring cranny nook.
Other witches tried to pry and see
Her spell book and switch unique to thee
But her niche was hidden by the deep blue sea
She laughed at their efforts with a tee hee hee
Mr.Cock and Ms. Bull tied the knot on Sunday night
When the guests departed they were spoiling for the fight
They scouted every nook and cranny
In search of argument if there any
In a kerfuffle they kicked the bucket once in a blue moonlight
Do I keep house, or does it keep me?
I try to clean where all can see.
It’s the dirt that is underneath
That often I leave for another to see,
And for me to grieve.
Dust and dirt in a home will not go away,
Though you look at it long and hard.
You just have to get busy and sweep and clean
Each nook and cranny,
And then the yard…
There was once a light
it could see every nook and cranny
of an inner soul
sensing how their candle went out
and would light theirs again
as if they were the sun
time blew the fire away
and now
darkness is the new light
nothing can be felt
not a single shred of hope
so the wick was severed
and it will never set light again forever
coloured sonatas
in every nook and cranny
splashed by unschooled spring
March 31, 2016
Any Poem # 38
Poet Destroyer A
Micro-Nano Particles
Superior To Native Sand
In Resolve And Integrity
Settle In Every Vacant Cavity
Gorge In Every Innocent Orifice
Buttery Fill Every Nookity Cranny...
Until All The Natural Organics
Have Eaten Their Own
Down To This Giant Nub...
Fossil Reality
Modeled Strong-
To Outlast Desire.
-Gray Squirrel
06-19-2025
You know that they are many
And you’re asking ‘if any?’
Those who could kill for Penny
For it search Nook and Cranny
You know that they are heady
And for lynching The Ready,
For every touched property
And The Thief of Puberty
And just there - Pubic Hair
Making The Theft Quite Unfair …
A Poverty of Ideas
By Man who Poverty fears!
Where is the twisted human club?
I did not know, so here’s the rub….
I saw them crammed in a cranny down the street.
Their petootsies were showing, it was not sweet.
Now when people ask I send them there.
But they left years ago, without a care.
I still like giving them a wild goose chase.
Serves them right for asking me at every place.
Not a text book relic
Poetic look esoteric
Record book cleric
Off the hook balletic
Mesmeric cook aesthetic
Cranny & nook prophetic
Canny crook stratospheric
Which is why may be
Sitting top of the tree
The Saffa Gaffer
With a higher ABV
In formats all three
Above possibly Kohli
Greatest I did see
For me is probably A.B