Short Crone Poems
Short Crone Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crone by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crone by length and keyword.
A barmaid with bosom to spare
Decided they needed more air
A crone on a stool
Saw all the men drool
Since their chests were covered in hair!
Categories:
crone, humor,
Form:
Limerick
She is a cartoon
a sketch of her former self
she is a comic
no one sees her anymore
she is older now
opinions have atrophied
an invisible old crone, me.
Categories:
crone, 10th grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Choka
An old crone who was living in Moffett
Sold all her household wares for a profit
She was simply bold,
[At least I am told],
To stash all the money in her soffit.
Categories:
crone, humor, money,
Form:
Limerick
(aka "Trump's Bottom Line")
Cartel Jesus launched an old crone
High over Trump's Wall on a drone
Our Border Patrol
Went out of control
Snapping photos with their iPhone!
Categories:
crone, political, usa,
Form:
Limerick
cackling creepy cantankerous caustic crone
frightfully ferocious, fanatical, and I’m all alone
I hide in a boot, going as far as I dare go.
She shoves in her foot. Immediate woe!
Categories:
crone, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Light Verse
Wicked aged woman,
wreaking harm with cauldron,
warty nose, crafty eyes;
Wisdom sees through dark guise!
When riding purple broom,
wild crone cackles at moon.
Warblers on crimson skies.
Categories:
crone, age, evil, moon, night, sky, woman,
Form:
Pleiades
No one liked The Old Crone Nose she was simply so odd
Warned to stay away from her by our prissy mothers
Befriended by another woman Crazy Old Dodd
Now neither of them needed any of us others
Categories:
crone, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Chastushka
Contrived to be relevant
An extreme subversive
of distorted concoctions
While having his stricken soul bare
And denigrated to a faceless crone
For his vicissitudes are an improbable casualty
Of a broken soul....
Categories:
crone, character, identity, image, life,
Form:
Cinqku
crone control your dragon dragging it's claw
crone your claw dragging too… dragons two
both of you, yes, you anger it's fire to flame
crone soothe your dragon its deep scaly skin
crone your scaly skin too… soothing dragons
Categories:
crone, animal, fun, funny, humorous, nonsense, silly, word
Form:
Light Verse
Crazy Cat Lady
sat in the rocking chair
her dress quite fady
her colour so fair
but the felines around
gave me the creeps
even in this roaring crowd
i could hear her weep
for she was quite alone
i saw when looked at me the crone....
Categories:
crone, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
An miserable old crone lived down the way
Invited young men into her house to play,
I can't imagine it, really,
It seems to me perfectly silly
She wouldn’t give us old men the time of day.
written September 25, 2021
Categories:
crone, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Bound up, restrained
my skin's too tight,
I want to howl the moon.
I wring my hands
fright is my plight
ev'ning comes too soon.
Mirrors quiver
in ambient light
to an aged crone, I croon.
No where to run
at each twilight
alone, inside, marooned.
Categories:
crone, fear,
Form:
Verse
The older woman is seasoned, sassy and secretive, just ask Ms Mim
She can unleash her confidences, but she has learned to keep them
Knowing when to keep quiet, is learned in the hardest of ways
But the experienced crone realizes it makes for much better days
Categories:
crone, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
She has fourteen ticks on her back
And she is still alive
I thought she would be dead by number five
How many ticks is it going to take
to kill this old broad, do I buy a snake?
Ticks on her back. How many do you see?
I wish this old crone was anyone except me.
Categories:
crone, age,
Form:
Free verse
I jump up with glee
let the old lady do it
certainly they mean me
In the school yard
I am the only crone here
happy to play
no retirement
I could not stand being home
bring the body bag
children are cheering
the soccer ball comes my way
it goes to the moon
Categories:
crone, age,
Form:
Free verse
I can read your mind she says
she is a crone, old and wizened
Arrogant and haughty, aloof, opinionated
But not magical or empathetic
She is not my idea of goodness
I paste a frozen smile on my face
which she is not wise enough to read or understand
and go another direction
Categories:
crone, women,
Form:
Free verse
Cinderella
Lass knew
Glass shoe
The Emperor’s new clothes
So rich
No stitch
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Sees Ted
Flees bed
Hansel and Gretel
Cake Home
Bake Crone
The Three little Pigs
Skilled pigs
Build digs
Puss in Boots
Odd that
Shod cat
Categories:
crone, animal, cat, childhood, fantasy, children,
Form:
Footle
muse-demons chant
a heart a lust a thought
Angels throw thrilling light
blinding all eyes
sin stalks grains of life
mixing sun dust forest sea
hate and love burn one face
tears fall to try
to grace the gown’d crone
in her webbed rocking chair
as bread turns to stone…
Categories:
crone, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
They never know what a crone like me will do
I have news for them
I never know myself
Sometimes God has me do things that make no sense
I am wondering “Where did that idea come from?”
especially when it works beautifully.
Forgetting for two seconds
that I have never ever
been in charge of me.
Categories:
crone, age, woman,
Form:
Light Verse
A man went to the mountain
He heard there was a stone fountain
On a steep flat top
He came to a stop
A rock got loose
He had to choose
A way to avoid the stone
So he stood still like a crone
It fell to the ground
To join a great mound
To find the stone fountain
He continued up the mountain
Categories:
crone, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
Looked in a mud puddle and saw a witch.
She laughed at me. The mean ‘ole crone.
I was not happy certainly not amused.
Her eyes were as dark as a cave without light.
She crooked her finger and tried to speak.
I ran as if bowels of hell were waiting.
Hair stood straight up as I heard her witch cackles.
Categories:
crone, fantasy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When I look in the bathroom mirror
what I see causes me much fear.
My reflection is not my own
but rather of a wicked crone.
She is trying to take my life
So I must quickly end this strife.
To the kitchen to get a blade
this evil skin will soon be flayed.
I take aim at the mocking face
and thrust the blade with rapid p
Categories:
crone, death, fear, horror, mental illness, mirror, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
A summer evening rarefied
An elder spirit clarified,
Made spare and true, the ingenue
Long bid adieu returned anew
To walk with me and disagree
On wrong and right then reunite
In love's accord our faith restored;
Late magic hour to endow her,
Naught overcomes such sweet power,
Wise crone to some, yet my flower.
January 24, 2017
Categories:
crone, girl, love, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Please let me be a tiny drone today.
Hovering at a house far away.
In Omaha at a quarter ‘til two.
I’ll see my grandchildren, that’s what I’ll do!
I’ll buzz past their heads and give them a wave.
All six will laugh, giggle, rant, wiggle and rave.
Hello Space Grandma! Please land and stay!
I am a crone drone, I’ll yell, then I’ll fly away.
Categories:
crone, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
An withered crone in a park
where the young play.
Her eyes are deep set
but the blue within them is clear.
Her flesh clings to crooked bones,
yet she is a vision
there among the youthful,
a message for all those
who will overcome.
She’s foreshadowing, an augury
that we all must, in the end,
survive ourselves
with a formidable and life well lived.
Categories:
crone, poetry,
Form:
Free verse