Short Give Out Poems

Short Give Out Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Give Out by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Give Out by length and keyword.


Return Blessing

what you give out
no doudt
it will return
cause you earn
ablessing
do te lords testing
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am confessing
got 
rturn blessing


Sympathy For a Fly

i sympathize with a fly
that landed on my 
blueberry pie, i give out
a cry! and spill all my
chai, though perhaps
he was hungrier
than i

Time To Give Out Gifts Again

Will be a wonderful time again,
When giving out gifts can begin;
Poems writing;
How exciting,
And won't exceed my limit of ten.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Good Time Kim

Here’s a side to Kim you must know:
After guys she goes with gusto.
Without reason or rhyme
She’ll give out a good time,
Just overlook her small bust, though.
© David Bose  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

When You Want a Promotion

When You Want A Promotion

When you want to have a promotion,
Do give out much love and devotion;
Excel;
Do well;
Know correct ingredients for potion.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick


Premium Member Woe of the Water Heater

In life you learn the true valuables,
Hot water is gold when the heater goes,
All my cash I'd give out
To have steam from the spout
Taking a literal cold shower blows!

4/22/18
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Born

Born to seek
Born to find
Born to survive
Born to stay alive

Born to whisper
Born to shout
Born to give out a pout

Born to crawl
Born to stay tall
Born to listen
Born to have a vision
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Smile On Your Brain

The world is in rhyme when happiness reigns It's a two-way street, stay in the right lane The more you give out The more you shout Run through the streets with a smile on your brain
Form: Limerick

Modest and Like Living In Shack

Modest and Like Living In Shack

Can be modest and like living in a shack,
And what you give out  will receive back;
Grass would weed;
Never did need;
On occasion, ability to love you may lack.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

To Let Me Be Myself

I can give out love so freely
Would love to get some back
Want a love to free me
And let me have some slack
To let me be myself
And not to change my way
If you don't put me on a shelf
It is here I'll always stay
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My British Pals

Lately, I've gathered more friends on The Soup To my British pals, I give out a big whoop They're the reason no doubt Spreading my lims about Else I'd ride into the sunset, a gum-flapping coot
Form: Limerick

Growing Up Part 1

Little boy
drown in misery.

Little boy
sing till your lungs give out.

Little boy
make your own mistakes,
because though this life is hard
its only yours alone.

So
scream your insanity
and own your own
sick personality.

More Blessed To Give Horn Haiku

More Blessed To Give Horn Haiku

I surely do know
Always is more blessed to
Give out than receive.

The whole secret is that
with God we will never 
give out of energy but
only our best for other
people.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Comply and Abide By

Comply and Abide By

Our laws will give out and supply
With all of the you should comply
When country want to support
Or one day you may be in court
So to utmost always abide by.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Child's Life

Daughter’s heart of love The twinkle in a child's eye Give out hugs to share.
The cries of a child The violence in the streets Watch a child's heart break.
Michael's contest what makes you smile what makes you frown.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Refuse To Sink

My body felt heavy like an anchor,
 gravity was taking over,
As my legs began to give out.
I didn’t even have the strength to carry myself anymore. 
But I refuse to fall down,
 to let gravity take over, 
to let this ocean drown me. 
I refuse to sink.

Broomed Mind

Have you ever broomed,
your room,
removed the clutter,
and seen the room,
spick and span,
why don't you try,
the same,
with your mind,
broom it,
every now and then,
get the clutter out,
and with fresh clear voice,
give out a loud thoughtful shout.

Premium Member A Parent's Love

As parents, we never know what a child will ask. All we can do is, be prepared. Out of the blue I was asked, "which one do you love more?" That was an easy question and answer. When I give out cookies, each of you get the same number. Because I love you each equally.

Premium Member Stop the Heat-Give Out a Treat

Stop the heat-give out a treat-get on your feet the brightness is powerful around
the atmosphere to be near the moon like the sun shines brighter and brighter that makes the clouds and the temperature get hotter and hotter than it is powerful and difficult to be outside for long periods of time

Mother Nature

Her personality traits resonate
all around me in green;
I feel the soft, warm breeze brushing my skin,
as the scent of flowers hold me captive.
Trees give out a faint, amber glow
in the summer sun.
Her beauty resonates in my soul….



Name of Poet: Teddy Kimathi
Contest title: SENSE OF TOUCH
Date of Entry: 30/08/2015

Soulful Blossom

Beauty burgeons From the soul like a rose Preparing to blossom And give out Its loving scent around Without a thorn Upon its stem When you tear Someone's heart apart The soul is smeared By the fear Of what is to come When it comes to blossom There will be thorns Upon its stem. Free Verse © CarolineCecile - 04.06.12

A Future Without Worries

A FUtURE WITHOUT WORRIES

The hell shall be in peace
With mankind and the birds,
We shall be united with love.
Then shall the oceans smiles,
Give out echo that regenerate
The universe and powers oneness.
Then shall the children be the world
In Happiness. Joyful. Cheerful. Excitement
Shall the world  glows and blosoms
In a future without worries.
Form: Narrative

Black Crescent Doom

Red and orange heat of doom
Making a black crescent layout
Having the last thing you hear a shout
A shout calling for help
Or a shout of eaking pain
Searching for a breath of air
For smoke comes from this black crescent doom
Making the lungs you rely on, give out
And give up
You have no more air
No more living
Suffocating by this black crescent doom

Nightheart's Begining

I'm sorry I couldn't save you
I'm sorry I'm still alive
It's my fault they killed you
It's my fault you died
But Cove, I love you
So I'll avenge your soul
as the night's love never old

Now that it's over
I climb back on top
Watch over my kingdom
that I forgot about
and a last breath I cry 
Hopelessly moan 
Give out a sigh...
THE NIGHT IS NOW MY OWN!

Head Stone

Weeping Willow weeps, streams capturing the souls of life. Raw, dark, lonely, no escape, deer visit mostly. People stop by all the time, bearing flowers to give out.
Crying sadness, yearning for understanding. Rack your brain for a reason. All that sits there now, is a headstone on the ground, with memories all around.
© Cory Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Choka

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