Short Fizzing Poems
Short Fizzing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fizzing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fizzing by length and keyword.
moi
Moulded bred crusty
Summers vino severed tie
Auld Stinking Bishop
Ma
Shiny new sunspot
Shadowed by Misses Meaner
Clouded spineless imp
Pa
Longhaired lout cuddles
Pints fizzing ale gently pours
Tears orphan abandoned
Form:
Winds cry
Shiny slimies
I see you
A fuzz fringe fizzing
Across peek-a-boo moon
Croo croo night
I love you too
Heart thumps with the
Crickety crickets on the
Brown fence pickets
Pounds with the sounds
Of warm, neighborly chatter
Dishes clatter
Here we go
A B-22 coming' in
Out of the black
I am gorgeous
Cry the winds
2/6/16
Merrily, my soda hopped, skipped
…rolled merrily along,
jumping hurdles of falling leaves,
sloping t’wards steep driveway.
The bottle, fizzing, shaken up -
merrily, as I watched
it’s descent, hoping it would stop,
not hop the boundary.
My neighbor, not the sort to laugh.
Congregation of leaves
held it back, so no disaster.
Merrily I retrieved.
Fireworks!
Lights sparkling
Ruby delight
Fizzing, whizzing
Glistening night
Bright diamonds
Golden rain
Blasting, rasping
Again and again
Rays flashing
Shattered drops
Dashing, splashing
Cannon ball shots
Wild explosions
Busting high
Booming, zooming
Bejewelled sky
Folks laughing
Gusty cheers
Glimmering, shimmering
Chandeliers
Now its that time again, another year comes to a end, gathering crowds people strangers,
Joined together,
Drinking champagne corks popping,
Glasses klinking bubbles fizzing,
2014 a year remembered
Love ones we loss
We never forget.
The babies born New beginning,
2015 I welcome you,
With my mind a positive path.
Dawn Mclaughlin. @2014.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL.
Form:
we are battery powered
need propelled
corresponding switches
turn me on- turn me off
lick away the metal
surface
acidic saliva fizzing
the bad- all gone;
touch is the weapon
that conquers-
stop, time, climb up&down
the spine,
tie the veins in knots
& dance thru the
tangled mess;
the sun & moon share
a caress
reaching around the
earth- we are
clouds of smoke
blown together by
the wind.
Listen to poem:
I have so many poems
dormant within my psyche
sitting waiting for a cull
midst fizzing to the surface
words circle above my head
in iridescent bubbles
dancing hovering in flight
the songbird fledgings soaring
seeing which take to the perch
as I hold out pen or finger
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Hefty lefty lever trademark arc
Bazball achiever didn't embark
Whooping hooping looping shark
Hark that howling hallmark bark
Whizzing tizzing fizzing spark
Disembark batters off the park
Stoking smoking poking lark
Scary lairy fairy benchmark
Another sarky snark remark
In-jagger ragger dagger stark
Mighty Blighty's lights gone dark
Stagger..swagger malarkey of STARC!
So still, she holds herself. No sound,
hanging there as if suspended;
reverses back and darts around,
back then to the flower intended.
Tiny fizzing wings scarcely seen,
folded now, she alights to taste
the nectar there, such sweet cuisine,
then off above the bloom she's graced.
Thank you my pollinator friend
for laying larvae to devour
those aphids. May they meet their end
and so allow the plants to flower.
Let’s fix a champagne socialism
I raise my fizzing glass
Cheering your most emotional
Love speech about poor us
Regardless that it’s just
A past time reverie
I drink to photographs
Where you smile at me
And smiling in return
I freeze in our time
But freezing comes like burn
Cheers, love! We’re doing fine
We were proceedingly polite
Remember this, do you?
Now we are angels in the night
With our champagne for two..
Everybody got a Sophia in his life,
I just don't want loose strings,
Several forces gather and collides,
I must step back from these rings.
The story doesn't stop when it ends,
the contemplation will always be free,
in the rough land or thoughtful sky, [as a wayfaring stranger, ]
I'm going where it's going to be.
The cricket as the same size as infinity,
the plenitude towards the horizon,
whistling and fizzing coming from the sky,
It suddenly turns my skin wizen.
My final argument has to be the coda
but it has not been good for me
I cant keep fizzing like a can of soda
like a tepid tea is what I have to be
It is hard to accept that I am the captain
no matter the situation I am going through
and work harder for what is going to happen
and don't allow any jerk to make me blue
But the fact is that I have the reins
to control the horse I want to ride
and I can go farther, beyond the plains
It is about being proactive, not about pride ?