Short Genies Poems
Short Genies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Genies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Genies by length and keyword.
Caressing her marmalades delicious derriere
As if it's beauty were that her genies bottle ?
Three wishes a bouquet in colourful candles..
She licking dreams to quench, her rose tower.
My free life is a bargain.
A gap in time, she bellows.
A right to be defenseless!
Where's the body for the fray?
She swipes at her air guitar,
vocals screaming possession
by genies in brown bottles.
No Fairies, no Genies, nor wishing-well.
Sorcerer's duplicate not first love's spell.
No Time-Machine to moments of one's yen;
Ah, bathe in love for one's first time again!
With memories one sips Fountain-of-Youth;
Transporting back one where love first proved truth.
One-Hour Fishing Awe
She was only twelve.
She believed in elves.
And fishing genies,
Which wore bikinis.
Some drank martinis.
Early one fall,
She got a call.
Luck did befall.
Wonder enthralled.
Her granddad
That wore plaid.
Made her glad.
At sea…
Fifty-three
Caught.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 24, 2010
Genies answer wishes, GOD answers prayers.
So I've been told.
The hairs on my head are countless
Therefore like the stars they are.
But as I grow old I will ceaselessly count the
Amount of gray hairs lost to this life, regardless.
For when every gray has fallen, I think
I might earn my WHITE.
I wonder if GOD will answer this sole PRAYER.
And bless me with white hair.
I'll never wish to a Genie.
fly my little nightingale
and take this song i give
to the land where genies
and magic carpets live
hide yourself very well
and you will not be seen
but before the dawn becomes the day
proclaim my love with screems
fly my little nightingale
into her ear, into her heart
tell her i am always near
and will never ever depart
hide yourself within her dreams
and own from dusk till dawn
but when she leaves begin your screams
your mourning while she's gone
There is a strong correlation betwixt poverty as ailments; especially
Mental illness although tis quite well known, that such manifest itself
Amid their myriad of countless shall we say, humanistic views ? Images
Captured in celltoid particles; her genies brazen told lamps; three wishes
His jettison's nights ? Short these chapters historia's book; engrossed minds
Skipping past time designed, a child's play ?
...."In Progress." *
Form:
When states start to follow the model
Of moving ahead at full throttle
Their cases will spike
And to stop them is like
Getting genies back into a bottle.
For to follow a long quarantine,
Seeing people just up on a screen,
Being out and about
Plants the seed of a doubt
We’re at risk ‘til they find a vaccine.
So to many, it’s too much to ask
That they distance and keep on a mask.
Oh, the future looks bleak
When we hear Fauci speak
Of the fools whom we should take to task.