Short Gangway Poems
Short Gangway Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gangway by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gangway by length and keyword.
Writing my own ticket…
a coupon from the past
The numbers all decoded,
my gate approaching fast
Walking down the gangway,
my seat by fortune cast
The pilot sitting next to me
—the flight plan mine at last
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I was wawking , near your house , the other day,
Win a big dog came out & chased me away !
I ran thru your gangway & wut did I see ?
It was you with no close on , stairing out at me .
Wut were you duing thair ?
At your windoe cumpleteley bair ?
Maybe you had too much too drink !
Or maybe you just diddint think ?...
First-class ship bound for Norway
o'er glassy seas 'neath cold dark sky
they met passing through the gangway.
Sizzle, pop! How the sparks did fly!
She a cellist, he a sweet guy
both cruising to view Northern Lights
but once they caught each others' eye
different splendors filled their nights!
by: Nancy Jones
For Nette's contest, “Hutain this one....”
I announce a decree,
overactive bladder, pee frequently.
I must haste to and fro,
because I just really have to go.
Gangway, vacate the loo,
or I'm going to splash all over you!
I wear industrial size diapers that
are pricey,
I'm a human waterfall, how dicey.
Aging isn't easy,
I know this poem is cheesy,
but I still can do a little dance,
as I've nicknamed myself, "Pissy-Pants!"
Flashlight: Stranger in the Gangway
The lack of visitors is uterine
and that is why you porcupine
in this dark corner. Here
who can see the cobra
slither from your lips, spray
the phrases of your mind,
slip back to its moist nest.
Here, who can hear the jeer
of cheetah eyes. “Come,”
they cry, “pour on the light.
Your heart I’ll lacerate
with razor fright.”
Donal Mahoney
Deluge of valleys into lakes and seas
caused chaos as Noah and sons observe
man, plants and animals losing their ease.
God whose truth and justice struck a raw nerve,
when the mighty flood took its nasty curve.
The pagans who had laughed at Noah’s ark
met their death in dodging God’s clear benchmark.
Sovereign God offered mercy’s gangway
as builders preached clearly how to embark
grace in the Valley of Moral Decay.
broken mirror
The ship has gone sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room
I sweat and try to stop my hands
from trembling; where are
all my friends that drank with me in the bar.
They fired me threw me ashore
the bastards;
dignified
Walking down the gangway,
Cheap suitcase
two fingers in the air hiding
My tears
I have to leave this room,
must walk tall, I’m tough
that right, butut first
I need a little drink or two.