Short Forearm Poems
Short Forearm Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Forearm by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Forearm by length and keyword.
tiger like striping
forearm looks like a white tree trunk
finger leaves at tip
smooth and half way warm
polka dotted with freckles
tiny grandma hands
Lazy nights
Backbay
Sunsets
I dream of
you
Me
Lobster tails
As big
as my forearm
I could swim
in butter
Your smile
lite my face
Like the moon
Memories
I hold them
like change
in a Jar
Forever
Red streaks
I brush you onto my canvas
What will you become?
Red streaks
On another canvas
What have I become?
My paint drips like blood
So familiar
All too familiar
A droplet caresses my forearm
So many red streaks
Past and present
Red streaks
Some to create
Some to destroy
She wore uncertainty on her shoulder
hesitation held back her shoes
Twitches split her left forearm
these emotions seeped into their news
Let him explain, she considered
nerves of steel need not preparation...
In the pit of a parental boardroom
one word ~ eloped ~ sealed their doom
You wanna know what I think?
I think you 're a bit confused
Don't you know it's late in the year?
Don't you know it's nearly dark too?
But your velvet and black-green wings
fan and rest upon my bare back
and it tickles! Now you're on my forearm
I think you like me. Off you go now...
This poem is submitted for:
PD’s ‘One Autumn Night’ contest
An opened fifth of hangovers
rests beside his dried driveled arm
(drug used by underachievers.)
Out cold, head resting on forearm
Unconscious in a dreamless world,
a portal often frequented:
an alcoholics netherworld
and mind most disoriented.
A parched throat forces arousal
And miasmic exhalations
rekindle once more pitiful
repeated, inebriation.
A morning swig begins his day
and ends the same as yesterday.
Lethargic verbs coax sleepy nouns
along verses of poetry
in the wee hours of the night.
A flickering fluorescent Light
tremulously glows its paleness
above the weary poets head,
each tremor depriving him sleep.
The first rays of sunlight shine through
the rooms window, devouring
the artificial annoyance
while his tired head slowly descends
onto his outstretched left forearm;
the pen still resting in his hand
while his dreams devise completion.