Short Crimp Poems
Short Crimp Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crimp by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crimp by length and keyword.
we crimp
we stamp
all
bang bang
day
putting parts
to
bang bang
gether
thinking only
of our
bang bang
coffee
break
Categories:
crimp, introspection, on work and working, work,
Form:
Free verse
My thoughts maybe wrong,
but time has proven, this love is strong
you crimp into my mind
though my thoughts are blind
you're everything I think
with a kiss my eyes blink
to see the wonders of creativity
signed by the creation of the Almighty
Nature has proven it
my heart is holding your sit
Categories:
crimp, love
Form:
Rhyme Royal
I Watched TV last night
a musical special--
not one
of the young singers
had taken time
to learn proper breathing,
to smoothly exhale vowels
crimp the consonants
unlike even the basic cable guy
executing wire
relieved at least
they are not physicians
at my throat--
pools of blood
wail the mystics
bemoaning the letting
intimately knowing
our relationship
to Spirit Divine.
Categories:
crimp, allegory, allusion, america, analogy, vanity, voice, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula.
We are hunting Golden Eagles.
You find a small stone.
On the surface, a crimp and cockle
of wind and waves
has rucked an impression
of an eagle in flight.
“It's only ripple art, not even
a good depiction,
just water-wear. “
I say.
You throw it back into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand,
won’t even look at me,
until I admit the possibility
of divine crinkles.
Categories:
crimp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula.
We are hunting Golden Eagles.
Cameras fully loaded.
You find a small stone,
on it, a crimp and cockle
of wind and waves
has rucked an impression
of an eagle in flight.
“It's only ripple art, not even
a good depiction,
just water-wear. “
I say.
You throw it back into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand,
won’t even look at me,
until I admit the possibility
of prophetically placed crinkles.
Categories:
crimp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
On its surface a crimp and cockle
of a purling tide have rucked an impression
on a stone.
We are here to find Eagles
but the sky is too low and the wind too high.
You show the image on the stone
as if this were the very thing
we had been looking for.
I look at it squint eyed:
could be a crow
You throw the stone into Lake Huron,
won’t hold my hand
won’t speak again
until I admit to the endless possibilities
of crinkles, tides and wind
to produce
magical eagles.
Categories:
crimp, poetry,
Form:
Free verse