Short Dreg Poems
Short Dreg Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dreg by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dreg by length and keyword.
Jo King loved frothy tankards of beer
Which she drank every day of the year
Interred in a keg
She swallowed each dreg
So her tombstone reads, "Wish you were here!"
Categories:
dreg, culture, drink, grave, humor, longing, silly, woman,
Form:
Limerick
bruised brush bled
oozing, drooling dreg
puked pulpy pledges
wielded wits etches
hankering zeal hoisted
dribbling fiery drills
yearning fingers flickers
dragging moaning meter
delicate gaze glisters
gaunt grasped gibes
itching dainty drive
mystic art's aisle
crisp contractions yawns
pluming porous pawn.
'20:04:21:19:26
Note: Of porous picture.
Categories:
dreg, art, creation,
Form:
Sonnet
bleeding guts busted
hankering urge hoisted
dark drips dribbled
mending torn treble
felon fashion flawed
cuddling callous crawl
drooling diminuendo's crest
gaunt glissando bled
crushing concerto's best
tamed dreg tilted
sassy syllables guided
sumptuous slavery greeted
la-de-da wits worn
on funky forms.
'20:03:19:13:23
Note: Dedicated to Robert Frost.
Categories:
dreg, hero,
Form:
Sonnet
hurly hemp hoisted
bounty brains busted
callous confetti contracted
dainty dreg attracted
dark drips dribbled
crumbling crest crippled
bogus bills braced
punctured pill paved
felon feasts feigned
sassy syllables seeped'n
tactic trends, feeds
vying voluptuous creed
lofty themes lurched
pioneered pulpy purge.
'20:03:09:15:53
Note: Dedicated to John Milton.
Categories:
dreg, hero,
Form:
Sonnet
stark,
a feeling
froze my mind.
a void abyss
i am in trouble
my mind's a blank bubble
my pen's inking vague nothings
a memory slowly fading fast.
ah, my muse, when will this feeling last?
will i dreg again my buried past?
shall you leave me in misery?
o fickle one don't leave me.
free me from this nightmare.
do you really care?
the love we've shared
is it not
truly
real?
Categories:
dreg, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting here thinking,
while I’m holding my own,
I’m wondering how so many big heads
fit into a pontifical cone?
Riding in a chair of gold leaf,
always raised way above the rest
No wonder these elevated mortals
start feeling they’re better than the best.
Oh omniscient, watch out for that nearby and
lowly dreg with a humbling stick.
He’ll let the air out of your head you oblivious,
magnificent but self-made schtick!
Categories:
dreg, life, parody, social
Form:
Rhyme
Destiny about to catch up,
Time clemently limited,
Kisses of power flowing outside a cup,
Feelings of Darling perforated,
Give me a catapult to smash the ancient serpent,
Noah's ark wasn't his figment,
Just a tree in the garden,
Disobedience breeding death,
That's when the heart is hardened,
Painfully subjected to dreg,
Church and the lamb,
Fenced by Agape love,
Bride and Bridegroom still holding up.
The friendship goes calm.
Categories:
dreg, allah,
Form:
Rhyme
THE LAST GUY
The music faded, last couple stood momentarily,
Stumbled out while the smoke whisps cleared.
We were reduced to last lees of coffee:
A raincoat man stood uncertainly
Shuffled out with a brief grunt,
Waiter barely turned his head,
Last man drained final dreg,
Fumbled for doorhandle
Holding cold empty cup.
A dark smoky place
No clear way home.
Sad end, sad day.
Sorry for
Him.
6 September 2019
Categories:
dreg, character, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Honey
sweet honey
food of love, nectar
sugar well amix amino antioxidants.
fruit of relationship
Sweet
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Queen
enchantress vision belle royal
epitome heroine leading light
female monarch regnant
underclass down N out
Dreg
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "
Categories:
dreg, analogy, appreciation, character, metaphor,
Form:
Diamante
Some days we go there to beg:
Ten kilometers for each leg.
We aren’t greedy as we beg:
Never asked Givers for egg!
This week we’ll be there to beg,
Our backs to their palm wine keg:
A chance to drink spare not dreg;
It makes one laugh at us: Greg!
Our smartest beggar: Mark Clegg:
For now to it does hopes peg;
Whatever he gets he holds:
The costly with left palm folds…
He knows, though, he’s getting old
And says “I need not be told.”
Categories:
dreg, absence, change, cry, humanity, money,
Form:
Rhyme