Short Full(A) Poems

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


Premium Member Belfast Bap

BELFAST BAP

I once had full a Belfast bap
Then I had to go for a nap
It's a pretty big munch
If you have one for lunch
It certainly gives hunger a zap!
Form: Limerick


Premium Member What's More

What's more full a can of worms?
or a can beans,
What's more colorful a peacock tail?
or postage mail,
What's more valuable a pot of gold?
You don't know, it's a human soul!

1/23/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member phone call

a...full loss (of 'why')
be as

a...fun damn! (mental trap)
that's as

a...(full a soap hic-call) problem
being in

a...shower (the ringing of a phone)
disturbs you in

a...way too loud manner (that's a full-loss-of-ease)
over

a...filed loss-of-fees (concerning unpaid bills)
in the mail


stan sand
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Heavy Heart

My heart is full, a heavy touch

From grief the dark closes in

A weary brain, tired and grim.

To a quiet place, I retreat.

I travel far, on weary feet.

Dark closes in, takes me away

To a place I would much rather stay.

Feelings of despair, Take me I pray.

Storm clouds close in, wind begins to blow.

Shelter beneath a sturdy tree,

I wish you were here with me.

Premium Member Seedling Sky

Drifting languid, light 
upon the damp breeze,
the seeds of milk weed fairy fly
upon the aching air.
Snow white, weightless, dancers
skirts upturned before the coarser green
of velvet lawn they flee.
Backlit as virgin lovers 
upon the meadow’s spawn.
The castle walls dare not belay
the upward loft with daunting gray 
for on fragile wings in autumn damp
The world is full, a whorl in white.
Form: Verse


Premium Member Phil's-Optical Approach

phil owed....so, why?

...a...
full loss of why

...be as......
phil awes sophie
...though...

phil lost sophie
...but, the...
full awes...of 'why'
...show a...

full awed sophie
...with a...
full a soap...'hi'
...meaning...
phil awed soapy's...'hi'

...and showed a...
full awe...soap eh?!
...then smiled a...
full'a soap...'hi'
...and both were...
full'a soft tickles


stans sand
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My Bonnie Lass

Across the green meadows over the deep blue sea,
I will wait for my bonnie lass to come back to me.
She promised me that she would return with the summer rain,
She's been gone for so long my life is not the same.
When the moon is full a lonely piper will play,
the sad music moves through the air until the break of day.
In my heart I know she will not come back to me,
because my bonnie lass was taken by the sea.

JSergi
Form: Elegy

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