Short Crossbow Poems
Short Crossbow Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crossbow by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crossbow by length and keyword.
His Aim
A Shame
Narrow
Arrows
Find Hips
Miss Lips
Forego
Crossbow
Next Year
Try Spears
Show me something beautiful;
Silent snow as it lies in deep forest,
Silent stars aglow in midnight sky,
Silent forever the banjo after you die,
Silent strike of life's crossbow.
Pauly’s Bank Deposits
Pauly’s passkey
Pickup hiccups
Passbook Facebook
Payload payroll
Honey money
Crossbow bankroll
5/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
the merchant beguile
sat not sanded, miracle mile
what went where whence
was their way, around the fence
in American fen
gators and crossbow
sickened accosted
absolutely aware
awed without care
float and flutter
your way through this life
see me clear
back to my wife
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!
Richard's steed Surrey lay dead
Slain by a crossbow 'tis said
Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
(Not for the contest)
If Cupid has an arrow let him put it's down and reach for a gun to slay me like prey let him have an iron fist to put me on a list of those who come to past relevance instead of wings let him have daggers for my deep wounds a crossbow tipped by venom for my deep wounds have no cure let it be poison that consumes my body
Don't cross swords with A Poet Destroyer,
pretentious jousts really do annoy her
Her weapon of choice: a crossbow or a saber
she'll Cupid your mind, turn your rhymes to confetti paper
Dedicated to Poet Destroyer for being the first one to welcome the Romantic Warrior to the Poetry Soup community. Much love to you.
Left in the wake of destruction,
this mother is called to action.
I am going to shed light on
an infraction, an infraction.
You knocked a single domino,
there is nowhere for us to go.
Forcing us out of our borough
with no crossbow, with no crossbow.
Basic instinct pushed to the brink
no fresh water remains to drink.
In your yard before you can blink
you didn’t think, you didn’t think.
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.