Short Glands Poems
Short Glands Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Glands by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Glands by length and keyword.
A robot flushed my glands today
Efficiently with no foreplay
So now I could work
As a soda jerk
But robots took my job away . . .
A lady with breasts rated TEN
Exposed them to my Uncle Ben
He stretched out both hands
To welcome her glands
And we haven't seen them since then ….
A lad asked his dad for the score
And was told, "All ladies want more!
First you hold hands
Then mammary glands
As they grow rich and you grow poor!"
A Glandular Strangler We Should Deter
Greeted general area that is glandular,
When he started becoming a strangler;
Grotesque glands;
Spastic hands,
Who we should be sure to try to deter.
Jim Horn
Silence of niche in the wilderness
scenery catches the eye glands
Underneath the sands is the richness
of an oasis within the dried lands.
Beauty overshadowing an arid land,
a living soil encapsulated in Thy hand.
Do you think neanderthals learned to tongue kiss
It would explain the seven billion people on the premises
If they just held hands
And touched other glands
But apparently the tongue was a sex organ causing bliss
By Angeline Star
Eve came every night from the base
her green hair and pink shoes a disgrace
No one noticed her lack of mammory glands
and instead saw her round end and full lips
they just thought she liked big man hands.
Looking Forward to
I look forward to
wringing my
endocrine glands covering the
top exterior of
the kidneys; loving deeply, intensely, first respecting and
approving the
toilet brush; the
new second Tuesday of
the week.
Ah! Fresh paint's aroma
when I open the can
like a breeze o'er the meadow
stirs my olfactory glands
But then when I’m done
the tired paint, coagulate
What a sucker I was ~
to fall for the bait
It seems that no one understands
Monkeypox is not spread by glands
Just one little touch
Infects an whole bunch
Whatever you do, DON'T SHAKE HANDS!*
*Dr. Fauci says, "Sex is
not necessary, skin-to-skin
contact is!" so no more
fistbumps!
marmalade ham hocks roasting in a pan
smells of it wafting through the kitchen
landing in the living room
tantalizing me
salivating glands
eager appetite
anticipating hot buttered rolls
with greasy tops
and lavish baked potatoes with all the trimmings
Dinner’s ready!
Hands
Your hands
Like wands
Magical
Nice and clean
Bold and trimmed
Crafted, molded
Flattened, folded
Stretched or relaxed
Warm or ice-cold
Sleight of mighty hands
Warmth of your sweat glands
Ten fingers of wands
Magic never rest
A lifetime of quest
An Ex-President goes thump
No one jumps
Current President falls
America harrumphs
Apathy abounds throughout the land...
What moves people, what stimulates their glands
Why, transgender rights, late-term abortion bans
Trump and Biden kiss! ~ Jill does a headstand
A tear is a drop of the saline, watery fluid
secreted by the lacrimal glands between the surface of the eye and the eyelid,
serving to moisten and lubricate these eye parts,
but tears can also develop from a broken heart
or from joy or any of our many emotions.
If tears could be collected they'd fill all our great oceans.
Thirty street urchins, faces dirty....
Thirty outstretched hands....
With thirty tin cups,
With thirty over-active glands,
Looking like thirty sad faced pups...
All thirty pounding at my door
All thirty begging, "Please, sir, more!"
That's what I get, as I hand out
Thirty dimes,
For reading David Copperfield
Thirty times!
The great be not proud
when greatness you enjoy
is of under-hand games
dark hours toll their bells
Wards are ready for custody
syringes and bandages wait
glands shall be dry of tears
none at all will emerge
for your noble chaotic order
That day clouds will riot
to carry you on the journey
across the great destiny seas
but don't
thats the place i live
best trip is when the best trip
and you are there to see it
how about this for rhyming
I didn't have a clue
Never knew
my sweat glands were filled with glue
guilt has turned his hue
see mommy she will know what to do
Newspaper reports too few
Harry flew
This is just personal
F**k you
Prince,,,
Directions;
Read the following short passage. Then choose your answer from the
list below. Choose only one.
"She's an eyeful, a smiling mouthful and putty in my hands,
a) ___sorry, I used to have those glands"
b) ___she loves like a Heavy Metal band"
c) ___the fairest Maiden in all the land"
d) ___I drown in your timeless sensuous sands"
Clad in mud, olive-brown, warts and slime,
Across the lawn, a slow, squat, toxic blight,
Dinner-plate menace, poisonous glands
The warty invader takes all our time,
Flesh-webbed feet in the dead of night—
Spreading fast over native lands.
Nothing stops them, not native nor hound,
We watch them, the curse,
All of the toads.
In thousands now on the ground,
Worse.
delightful delectable delicacy
warm cherry peach tart with raspberry tea
I am so glad I was invited to partake
uh-oh, lemon meringue pie and German chocolate cake
what kind of grandmother is this? I ask my ma.
The kind whose baking stole the heart of my sweet-loving pa.
Meringue on pie made my swallow glands salivate.
as a cook and a baker, my grandma truly is great.
Z ulus and Shonas possess the lands
I ndependence placed it in their hands
M ugabe dictates his corrupt demands
B abies starve in the streets eating out of empty cans
A ids is rife amongst women and man reducing their life spans
B eautiful country reduced to desert sands
W eeping nation paying with every drop of sweat from their glands
E ternity it feels as they are slaves with new brands
My poem was about innocent hearts
not purloined, perfumed farts
'Twas about forever lingering kisses
not everlasting, beer-induced pisses
Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
no excretions of gooses or ganders
Lines conjuring up treasured memories
nothing about S&M or pederasty
'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands
Provoking thoughts
Satisfaction
For every action
Reaction
The thoughts of her man
Runs through her mind
Her inner pleasure
She craves to find
Bed back bare
Adventurous hands
Exploring her heaven
Inducing glands
The play of her
In creative pant
Sensuous in solo
Reaching chant
She calls his name
In rhythmic writhe
Body so pert
Her Rose the prize
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Do you remember when you told me I had beautiful eyes?
Or was that just a line?
What about when you said you saw yourself in my eyes, do you remember?
Was my cornea not clear for you to view your world through?
Did I blink to much? Was my shade of brown to dark?
Did my lacrimal glands not shed enough tears for you?
My pupils have dilated now that you've gone.
I've developed a cataract making it harder for me to see.
Form:
The calmness within is blissful
?As you shoot across my sky
?Like a falling star, that's cheerful
?To my eyes and once again I feel shy
?
?The sweetness intoxicate my glands
?Still you remains the remedy
?Until you get back to these hands
?And put a stop to this tragedy
?
?The loneliness wraps around me tight
?Like shadows dancing on the wall
?I reach for you in the dead of night
?And hope that you can hear my call.