Short Cut Back Poems
Short Cut Back Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cut Back by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cut Back by length and keyword.
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.
At the end of the summer
The heartbreak begins,
But, until then,
Get down with your sins
This sentence
Is long and blurred,
And the ending’s been cut back
By three simple words
I hate you
Has been omitted again
Or I love you was said
And that was the end
Mamma cat
looked in the mirror…
I warned her: cut back
on treats or soon you
will no longer fit into
your fur! She licked
her lips, then began to
purr – shook her hips,
all four; legs supported firmly
atop each chubby paw – I sensed by
her feline attitude, that Friskies
were her beatitude --
Tail pointed toward the door,
Took I haste to the store.
Praying to a god I hope to see
Trusting there is a pot of gold in the end
Opening paths for others to continue the trek
Stacks of bodies at crossroads
Eerie smiles, happy to have cut back a shrub
Sweat drenches my back as I walk paths barely carved
Looking into the forest where treasures may gleam
Where the only way to see the path is walk
And see how others have walked before
And where
It is ongiing..Its in the spiritual places, its
On the living of a viable life, its on your freedom.? Its on your thought pattern, on
Your movement, its always been so' yet now its more visible, all is being revealed.'
Leading to a push to cut back regular
access, the Bible once was under lock and key, its always been like this, information control by some.? Do we
Wish to enlist? And fight our indivudual self.' Also do we recognise the scenery.?
There once was a cat who just sat
And he grew enormously fat.
We have cut back his feed
No mater how he may plead
For if not he'll die and that is that
There once was a woman who worked
All the time, and stress drove her berserk
She'd screech and she'd yell
At all those she knew well
Till in her house only gloom would lurk
There once was a girl who just wept
When she had free time she slept
Between woman and cat
She felt like a drowned rat
Till she watched as before trains she stepped