Short Den Poems

Short Den Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Den by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Den by length and keyword.


Den of Dreams

I wondered! Why wisdom wastes away
In the valley of vanity, void and voiceless.
I often pondered on how poor predators play
Away with the lives of the wealthy and worthless
Form: Verse


Premium Member Her Den

Let your fingers do the walking right up her thighs Causing me to squiggle and pop out my eyes Lose total control Lift her camisole For easy access to the den of her sweet prize
Form: Limerick

The Den of the Unknown

The den of the unknown 
I Dine  with the devils
      I eat with the demons 
     Then I drink with satan 
 But
I never realise I was a saint 
Till I knew the  unknown in
The Den of the unknown
Form: Epic

Premium Member Wrong Den For Ken

A rascal up north, poet Ken,
had retired one night to the den.
He woke to the stares
of six angry bears
and fought them all off with his pen.


for the 'Sencleri-limoku' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Form: Limerick

The Devil's Den

He scratched at his chin and gave a broad grin -
Wondered where he'd been to wind up so thin.
Then he recalled when he'd dabbled in sin,
And he had loved gin more than other men.
He'd thought he could win in the world's playpen-
But found himself then in the Devil's den

1/5/2017
Form: Monorhyme


The Lions Den

Walk of the ages step by step down pavement and dirt bare feet and linen, bark with the weight on shoulders king of king of all fiery eyes that knows thy enemy that laughs at the face of danger at first and last glance the prey that don't stand a chance of survival as he suffocates the opposition one by one

Robbers In Their Den

Robbers in their den:
The harshest of men, 
In all ten, 
Their boss,  terrible Ben!! 
Stepbrother of as terrible Ken!! 
Now, not with his pistol but confusing pen
Their next operation indicating 'when'
And much persuaded to give it a name
One wouldn't have guessed, nursing mother hen
For his having once favored 'operation wren'
Form: Rhyme

Robbers In Their Den

Robbers in their den:
The harshest of men, 
In all ten, 
Their boss, Terrible Ben!! 
Stepbrother of as terrible Ken!! 
Now, not with his pistol but confusing pen, 
Their next operation indicating 'When'
And much persuaded to give it a name
One wouldn't have guessed, Nursing Mother Hen
For his having once favored 'Operation Wren'
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Den and Denizens

Lone snowflakes drift in As anorexic, claustrophobic bats shiver Wrapped in their bat wing sleeping bags. A field mouse plays “Three Little Pigs” With a patch of straw. An eerie wind whistles wickedly Alarming an itinerant mole. I snore, noisily unaware, That my brother sub-let His half of the den. John G. Lawless ©1/21/2023

Mit Kirschen An Den Ohren

ich schau dich an und sehe dich 
ich sehe dich kind
sieh es reiften dir 
die kirschen an den Ohren
und meine hände 
kneten noch dein fleisch
memorieren formen
ich sagte es dir
ich sagte es dir so oft
das ich liebe
ich liebe jede wölbung an dir
ich lernte sie auswendig
alle der reihe nach
ich kenne dich
wenn ich dich ansehe
sehe ich dich mit kirschen 
an den ohren
kind…

Premium Member Duchess Has Den Lind's Empathetic Yen

Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
Form: Rhyme

Death's Den

Sky is growing dark,
night is coming quickly.
Have to make it back,
or death will come swiftly.

Should never have went in,
and awoken the beast.
My life is for its taking,
or my head at least.

Running as fast as possible,
it is closing in.
Who would’ve thought it plausible,
for Death to rise again?

Finally I am caught,
tortured 'til my end.
My head I possess not,
it rests in Death’s den.
© Daron Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Ganja Den

Welcome to Ganja Den,
The home of legal weed.
This herbal sesation,
Flowered from magic seed.

Rolled or in Gandalf's pipe,
Your trip will soon begin.
A journey that you'll love,
Alone or with a friend.

Heavenly aromas,
Waft up your grateful nose.
It's making your head spin,
And tingling your toes.

Now turn on some music,
Grab your favorite snacks.
Nobody will bust you,
So kick back and chillax.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Magdalena's Den of Sin

We’ve got all the whys and wherefores: 

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

HUMBLE PIE

SOUR GRAPES

HIGH JINKS

DEMON RUM

GALL and WORMWOOD

BATHTUB GIN

FOOD for THOUGHT

Tickle her fancy! 
Petite and plus sizes available.

For an appointment, call Miss Goody Tooshoos at (504) 933-5280,
Or go to www.denofsin.com

Distinguish first from foremost at 
MAGDALENA’S DEN OF SIN!
238 Exchange Alley, NOLA 70116

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Form: List

Poet's Den

Give me poetry, women, wine
Let me dine
Kiss the king 
Cause this is my castle
And I  am the k...g 
I am gonna feast
Like kings and queens 
I am on poetic ride 
Give me couple of drinks 
And I am gone 
Come, feast with a poet
Don't spoil it

Part on!! Party on!!

Let me take you to the other 
side
Show you the light
To the deep dark pleasures 
That nothing can  give a 
measure 
So you better act nice 
I might give you a chance 

Welcome to the Poet's Den
Form: ABC

Den

I tripped into a foxhole
down 
	down
		down
shiny black button eyes beamed
a dime a dozen for your doe-eyed sins
can you call your mother’s name?

Sleek and shining you
see
	me
		bleed
matchstick machete prick my fragile fingertips
I see you’ve laid out traps for me 
can you call your mother’s name?

Ember red and raging you push me
up
	up
		up
through the blinding lightning sky
smolder there while I get colder 
I’ll tell mother that you called.

Premium Member Magdalena's Den of Sin

I’m in a salt and pepper dive called Magdalena’s Den of Sin,
Long overdo for dry dock, with my keel hogged out of line.
I’ve just enough good cheer to ring a single jingle bell.
Outside of that, the climate on the weather deck is fine.
I've got my ducks lined up, soon I’ll be shooting them down
So that I’m ready when those saints come marching in.
I’ll use a few smooth maneuvers to raid the barmaid’s port
In this sailor’s house of worship, Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Daniel in the Lion's Den

Daniel’s in the lions’ den.
His enemies threw him in!
Now he can’t get out again.
Oh, what is he to do?

On his knees he starts to pray.
Pleading words he will say
That the lions stay away.
We know his faith is true.

Shivering beneath his cowl,
In the dark he sees them prowl.
Listens as they start to growl.
Oh, did God hear his prayer?

But he is safe when morning comes.
God had heard! The fear is gone!
His enemies are on the run!
Now all know God is there!
Form: Rhyme

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