Short Full Blooded Poems
Short Full Blooded Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Full Blooded by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Full Blooded by length and keyword.
Our Congress has been overlooking
The wisdom of old Granny Lu-Ching
She was full blooded Chinese
And said, "Beware strange foods please
Of crooks that won't eat their own crooking!"
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
full blooded, funny, political
Form:
Limerick
Let´s meet the happy-go-lucky man;
full-blooded,
neither craven nor valiant,
taking life as it comes with a touch of indifferent air,
good-humored, easy-going,
careless and not jealous.
Just It wouldn´t be bad to beam him a bit of mundane grandeur to be a perfect partner.
If it was not because...
We are actually referring to a dummy
Categories:
full blooded, creation, dream, hyperbole,
Form:
Personification
strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis
take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride
hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire
dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied
Categories:
full blooded, analogy, animal, beauty, fairy, fate, kiss, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
'The Pianist and the Senorita'
Of tobacco and perfume was her scent,
She of beauty without relent,
She of soul full-blooded,
In body and spirit,
My immortal beloved.
For her I compose
Sonatas and nocturnos,
In the hope my strings and hers will entwine,
So that my heart I may consign
To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design.
Categories:
full blooded, desire, devotion, for her, friend, music, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
A full-blooded Patriot am I, count on it.
I shall not bend a knee, to blatant hypocrisy!
No fool am I, to believe false narratives.
Nor will I be forever, mask- oppressed.
Isolation and alienation, were Hitler's call.
In my nation, fear will end, once and for all.
Rise up, Patriots~ not to be hypnotized
by Marxism's siren call!
8/13/2021
4pm PST
Categories:
full blooded, america, confidence,
Form:
Verse
Full blooded they appear
Speaking with my voice, the words I’d say
Those dreams, the dreams of the dead
Seem so satisfying, until they talk.
We, the phantoms of our fantasies
Drift like jet trails; scarring skies
Words etched by inkless pens
Waiting, always awaiting.
The Poet adores that void
Where they frame their thoughts by the stars
And recreate Byzantium
But behind that void
Awaiting, always waiting
There are echoes
Who’ll only answer us, as us.
Categories:
full blooded, dream,
Form:
Free verse