Short Fluffiness Poems
Short Fluffiness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fluffiness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fluffiness by length and keyword.
I want to be a horned toad
Puffing myself up to enormous fluffiness
terrifying my enemies
eating ant sandwiches as they run from me
squirting blood out of my eyes
confusing them even further
-Bunny Hole- by:SKAT
hidden muddy home
dirty paws, good boy' good boy!
yummy with carrots :)
----------------------------
-Unwanted Fluffiness- by:PD
Big Brown Burlap Bag
drop Bunnies down By the Bay
Better off -Blue grave
~SKAT & PD~
Let me glide with you
Let me truly feel free
Let us fly through white fluffiness
Let us skim the vast sea
Let us enjoy the warmth of a days sunshine
Let us inhale the mystery and beauty of night
Let us eternally glide together
Let us for evermore be in full flight
Windswept, the rows of leaves descent.
Bereft the bare of toppling dreamt.
The lamb of fluffiness gives clue.
A pram does shake with laughter coo.
The revenue of shapes and hues,
For heaven sweeps, creates such views.
Plush yards of harvest dreams full tilt.
Postcards of dawn or dusk and gilt.
Carefree Teddy Bears
by Carrie Hooper
A mama teddy bear and her cub
Stand in the cold,
Safe and warm in their fur coats.
Entertained by passing cars,
The sun's light show,
The whipped cream fluffiness of snow,
And nature's varied artwork,
What more do they need?
I have felt the sting
And the joy of the rain
Soaked in its confusion
Watched
As it turned cold
Bitingly cold and angry
Upon a howling wind
Frozen rivulets
Pelting the helpless
Becoming a more friendly
Soft fluffiness
Drifting into mountains
Burying all hope
Smothering
Isolated thought
Shaping the future
Of a sunrise
Hardening the resolve
Of life
White
By Michelle Morris
27/10/2020
White is seen as purity,
In the peace of a dove or driven snow;
It is the reflection of all the colours
in the rainbow,
And of rarity in nature...
From the fluffiness of clouds in the sky,
To snow-capped mountains gracious,
In hearts pure and filled with joy,
White is a penguin's iceberg haven...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
My weary head, it trembles so
From all the work throughout the day
So upon this pillow, I place it now
To chase that day away
My eyes then close, but still to see
As light then does appear
There on a cloud, I see you there
Your voice, I then do hear
I go to you, I reach for you
You take my hand in yours
We share this cloud of fluffiness
As love just then outpours
When someone’s head was in the clouds
It wasn’t really meant
To flatter; rather as a put-down,
That was the intent.
For clouds were puffs of fluffiness
Where nothing could be found
And one whose head was there did not
Have two feet on the ground.
Yet now there’s been a major shift
Since everyone’s on board
With reaching up into the Cloud,
Where everything is stored.
Sensitive souls meet feisty spirits
Fluffiness of fresh fallen snow
Heat of harsh fiery flames
Natural elements of colliding forces
Possibilities of complementaries
Actualisation of a pair too dire
Contrasts complimenting one assumes
Reality melts the other
Hot fire against chilled snow
Disaster overwhelms surrounding viewers
Liquified tears drown fiery words
A hot puddle is this mess
Dandelion mushroom lady standing at attention
In the meadow that is almost too gorgeous to mention
Mystical feelings float out of her ambiance too
She has a cosmic presence that says she is overdue
Where has she been? Pink and red tulips ask, for she is kind of new
I think her seeds finally sprouted said an intelligent Lily named Lou.
Dandelion mushroom lady hears but does not let on at all.
Standing proudly, loving her fluffiness, weed that grows so tall.
As lilies are arrayed,
So might an angel
Bestowed upon me
May delightfully be.
That her wings will
Be softer than silk
In my calloused and
Undeserving hands.
That her beauty may
Bloom as a field of
Sweetly scented flowers.
As a rose that wilts not,
So shall the gentleness
Of her loving embrace
Be forever felt upon
My beating chest.
As the fluffiness of
White hydrangeas,
Pedestaled, enthroned
In a palace of gold,
So shall my queen—
Elegant, wondrous—
Be loved.