Short Full Tilt Poems
Short Full Tilt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Full Tilt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Full Tilt by length and keyword.
Stardust vigil of eager twelve-year-old
Owl’s evening hoots brings awe to forest
Sweeping shadows inspires imagination full tilt.
Memory floats up sixty years later, making her smile.
Dry mouth,
shallow breathing;
In your dessert mirage
I thought I saw a waterfall;
Dizzy,
I’m completely decimated;
It is too hot to care;
Please wet my lips,
full tilt.
The forest had wanted a Christmas tree forever and a day
The farmhouse had a little girl named Susie Krissy Kay
She was decorated full tilt in style of every holiday
She truly is our Christmas tree, the oak tree said one day.
Floral fragrance
Fizzes
Nasal nostalgia
Nuzzles
Pristine passion
Persuades
Testing
Tempting
Lips-lust
Lingers
Hypnotized heart
Heaves
Cosmos
Countermands
First time?
Full-tilt fast-time?
Kissing
Kindling
Cardiovessels
Convulse
Hedonism
Haunts
Hearts
Harmonize
Angelic images
Briefly glazed
Carmen’s active
Dendrite field
Energizing
Full-tilt
Glorious
Heavenly
Images
Joyfully
Kindling
Lovely
Mindsets
Now
Opened
Per
Queen
Renee’s
Spiritual
Testament
Under
Venus’s
Wisest
X’Tentions
Yielding
Zealousness alive in our kingdom.
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.
Sleep in your eye's
Crumbles like Pie
Upon fresh sunrise dawing
On garden awning
And it can't protect in all directions
As the Sun moves full circle
When the Dead turn Purple
And come the flower Wreaths wilt
Full tilt into ashes and silt
Waving Farewell
Is the Heart's call
To rage against Hells machinery
The bitter taste of unascertained guilt
A snapshot stopped the motion of a wave
It stiffened in a moment at full tilt
And vaguely I remember to press save
Splash of the wave remains in time and space
A year after it comes back at the same day
With the same sun that shines upon your face
You smiled at me, and I smile back today.
Unsettling rain forgets the sun and stars.
Obscurity of hue, gray clouds in style.
A ride along, the windshield splash, the haze.
I miss the cerulean skylight days!
The sudden peek-a-boo, the rainbow seeps.
The pallet’s full — the artist’s paint full tilt.
Explosive rush like gold poured from a box.
The weatherman pulls shiny words from stock.
12/11/2018
Kick back,
School in full swing,
Full tilt,
Tilting off the chair,
Dye on my fingers, in my hair,
The color love, the color lust,
The color spirit, purple,
The color Obedients turn in the fall,
Lie in the swivel chair,
A computer screen in glow,
Call me a violet,
Growing in metal and cement,
Slacking off,
Looking for Ambition
I’ll start on that tomorrow…
When the sun rises and I turn red.
Granddaughter reindeer fell apart that fine April Day
This cannot happen said her grams, it is not yet May!
She has to be at full capacity by December twenty-five
I have to push her together, she has to survive!
Grandma was a seamstress, so she made a quilt
She began to patch, and she went full tilt
She added some tinkling bells and some ribbons too
Her granddaughter was complete by December twenty-two
serving up a Thanksgiving scare
the sleeping grandfather suddenly
sneaks up and over, like a shadow,
his grandson unaware until boo - the scare
until the son sneaks up and over his father
unaware until a hysterical scare
what a pair!
family doubled over falls to the floor
— let the bodies hit the floor
— let the bodies hit the floor*
the pyramid scheme in full tilt
11/22/2018
*Bodies by Drowning Pool reference
I am full of myself today.
So eager to please my true love.
Others do not know me like I do.
I pretend to keep them close,
Yet I actually keep them far, far apart.
I will never show them my total me.
All full of sass, I hide it.
It is way out beyond my reef.
I know the power of myself full tilt.
So I hide it away, but pretend I am open.
He looks at me and smiles, having no idea
What my sadistic mind is capable of thinking.
Sleep eludes me
I am in manic mode
Writing Typing Dashing Flying
I will not stop until I hit a wall
And then I will not stop
I will go through it.
Laughing loudly
Clearly not full tilt yet
But knowing it is coming
Meds are here somewhere
I do not think they will kick in anyway
They take awhile
I am running dashing, twirling, spinning.
Not some of me. All of me.
Eating wrong.
Getting angry fast.
Covering my sad.
Sleep eludes me.
Allow me to introduce myself to you.
I knew your dad and grandfather too.
I am an oak tree, one hundred years old.
I've lived through hot weather. I've lived through the cold.
I won't be happy til you climb on my limbs.
I'm your home away from home til twilight dims.
Hop up on the swing your grandpappy built.
Go as high as you can - I'd say, "full tilt".
Enjoy my acorns, my squirrels and my shade,
and I hope your children will play where you played.
You haunted me like never before
my heart used to soar
but now my heart is broken since I heard you roar
When I walk past you I feel so much guilt
and you've haunted me that I'm at full tilt
It'll take for ever to get my life rebuilt
I feel like I need to say some thing
cause your haunting action makes me feel like I'm in a sling
I also fear that your gonna make me pay and call you "my king"
Please stop haunting me
for you see
that you're taking out all of my glee
A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.
Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady.
A hot bath and a pill and she's up.
She'll finish the job 'fore she'll stop.
She loves life and she lives it a lot.
She'll keep going full tilt,
Until she gets kilt,
Or she runs out of gas and just drops.
A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.
Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady,
A hot bath and a pill and she's up.
She'll finish the job 'fore she'll stop.
She loves life and she lives it a lot.
She'll keep goin' full tilt,
Until she gets kilt,
Or she runs out of gas and just drops.
Love is not one-quarter note
It's a violin concerto set on fire
Played to a table for two
It’s not half-assed
Or half-baked
It’s the 3 inches thick
finger licking frosting
with a cherry on top of my cake
It's full tilt
Take a chance
Raw
Messy
Hard
Bend over backwards
Give it all you’ve got
Show me the damn cards
Risk layin' um down
Win or lose
Dare to feel alive
Put your heart in gear and drive
sort of love…
Yeah, that kind
©~Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel~
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