Short Fitter Poems

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


Premium Member Marsupial Soup

Marsupials breed fitter litters

Marsupials feed titter spitters

Jitters on the venue

Critters on the menu

Marsupial Soup/Bitter Fritters
Form: Limerick


The Diesel Fitter

A diesel fitter was on twitter,
He said, "We make leggings with glitter!"
When they are done
He is the one
Who then says, "Oh yeah, diesel fitter!"
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Waist

With a slim fitter on her waist
Peak her ambition for a taste
For a small waistline
In a short amount of time
So, she wrapped herself up with tight lace
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Quitters Never Win

On the football field young Davy hurt his knee
Lots of excruciating pain, yes-sir-ee,
He is never a quitter
Says he is never fitter
Continuing playing to win is the key.


May 11, 2021
for "Quitters Never Win" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Leave Your Glitter

Sweet Sally Sue was not a quitter She was so much stronger and fitter Working from dawn to dusk Despite she smelled of musk She left the whole world all aglitter Quitters Never Win poetry contest Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico May 4, 2021
Form: Limerick


Simple Contradiction Maybe

I now live,
what I've lived before...
Only now it's different...
that I do fitter now
of what I did before...
or do worse what
I didn't learn...
If I do it right,
I shorten my life,
if I do the worst,
  I lengthen my life...
Contradictory, but true...
Then later, I'll explain... !

Natural and Beyond

NATURAL   AND   BEYOND


(Haiku)

Noble tree critter
Never feels proud or bitter
No epigram fitter




(Senryu)

Looks like uncle Joe?
Each is a handsome so-and-so
Could be God’s plan you know


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Written for John Freeman’s  Contest   “Natural and Beyond!!”
Form: Haiku

Bitter Because Fitter

I had to be much bitter,
Sure of the two The Fitter...

Away hours he'd fritter
On some spot steady sitter,
Never chats ends with Rita,
Engulfed in things that glitter
Fears of what in me bitter
I could betray as a hitter,
Peter dropping like litter
And never picking him up
An "I shan't - have - again pup"

So, its a lucky Peter,
For whom things have been neater.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member If I Was Younger

I don't know what I'm doing here,
Your driving me insane.
You make my heart do somersaults,
I don't even know your name.
Your smile is warm and tender
Your eyes the brightest star,
They could put you in a crowded room
I would know exactly where you are.
If I was ten years younger,
And a whole lot fitter too.
I would take you by the hand right now,
And run away with you.
Form: Rhyme

Out of the Darkest Shell I Emerge

Out of the darkest shell I emerge, 
Bringing Out a path once trailed 
I Arrive; With a story to tell
From a past once bitter
To a Path Now Fitter

Out of the grave of dreams, I Arrive
Standing on the Rays of boom
From the pains of Mirage, 
To the Shadows longed for
I will take my Chances

Out of the loneliest Sea, 
I conquered
Beneath the Deepest Clouds
I Fly, I sojourn without feathers
And tell my tales at Heavens Gate

Ovi Odiete©
© Ovi Odiete  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epic

Premium Member Left Down

life lets me down
everytime i go back to my home town

catching up with friends over time
missing the farmer's spread their lyme

every year that's passed by
it's so hard to say good-bye

another funeral to attend
it's so hard to pretend

that i am happy
until the tears turn me sappy

life is so bitter
nothing could be fitter

then to say good-bye one day
to a life that's handed me nothing to say

but my words on paper
that puts the salad on the capper
Form: Rhyme

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