Short Glove Poems
Short Glove Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Glove by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Glove by length and keyword.
one lone glove with so much power,
to split bold hearts and make lives cower
to crush the future with absent kiss;
the glove she left, did more than this.
A replacement for physical love
Is a more emotional love that rises above
Lasts a lifetime
World's in rhyme
A love that fits like a perverbial glove
We fit like a glove
in so many ways
we share and care we
walk and talk
and can be silent together
we love and that is us
like a glove
There once was a singer with a white glove
Who concealed kinky expressions of love
At his 'Neverland Ranch'
The weird stuff made folks blanch
For the love in his glove came with a shove
TORN GLOVE
I am painting my poem the color of love
I am singing my song of the wonder from highest above
Time can bring us all of the miracle of miraculous dove
Let's focus on our best to use the torn glove
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando May 13, 2016
they are saying that Che was sociopath
well which normal person
would involve herself in
effort to save humanity from itself
they are trying to kill the person when they can't kill idea
guess what you bigots
Jesus wasn't innocent either
he had a wife
lets crucify him
again
Oh, what to do, don't let me go
But if I let you go-
How will you ever know?
That it wash't a lack of feeling
It wasn't a lack of love
My insides are now reeling
I'm sorry, but it's my choice
I have to let you go
Please just listen to my voice
It's not a lack of feeling
It's not a lack of love
i can no longer trust my insides
So i hide in this neglected glove
Their is a problem when you need to wear a glove,
To enter inside a human being without any love,
It indicates a lack of trust of that persons health,
So why bother with something of no wealth?
I am a man and I enjoy the feel of real skin,
Not a rubber glove because I am doing it in sin,
I want the real goods and to feel it.
Not a plastic bag covering what I am within.
i rode a camel
this
morning, and forgot
to buy the morning paper
but
my three-year-old daughter
saw her first
ever tv interview and asked;
"what's that man doing
with that massive lollipop?"
let's not dwell on stats
that don't
really mean anything
when
they removed me
from the
womb
i grabbed a top hat and mic and said to
the doc,
"your twitter account is still pumping out crypto adverts mate."
One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~
Arrived in my garden in f r i
g h t
It danced on my
c u p
Then
s
u
c
k
e
d
up a sup
And s t u n g through my glove
o u t
of spite
GLOVE LOVE
Their old teacher sitting waiting,
Twenty kids come in the classroom:
Most dash past to the computer or playtoys.
A skeletal six year old girl,
Neglected-looking, with glasses,
Throws arms around his neck
And slips on to his knee.
His big gnarled hands
Fold over her,
Fitting cosily as a glove
And her tiny bony hands
Rest easy on his knuckles.
No words are spoken;
But it’s a good morning.
my Macgregor glove
my other true love
for so many years
taken away fears
you made me a some-body
no longer a no-body
through high school and the navy
when my life wasn't gravy
after the divorce
life took a new course
but then it got worse
another divorce
after the first one
realized you were gone
the catches we made
I will never trade
thanks for playing ball with me
I knew had to set you free
The twilights arouse revived love
The type that makes you reach above
The feeling that’s calm like a dove
Shows two fit as one like a glove
Stanza taken from Hope, Faith and Love, originally posted on August 19, 2014
This post is for the Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R Barden
Posted on September 26, 2020
Fear you announce to whom you love
Shaking their hands yours in glove,
The rich foods into your mouth shove
While watched by one you think you love.
Then, you are below not above,
For much skewed is your show of love:
You never will rank with the Dove;
In dreams your type gods away drove
Try with children to wild streets rove,
Round a town taking a zestful drove:
This I brand the quite social love;
Also, the sharing of one's stove
Or machines that new garments wove.
Just last night I awoke from a dream
Sat up in bed and started to scream
Like a funeral pyre
It set my hole on fire
I sure could use some hemorrhoid cream
But I went to the doctor instead
He told me to bend over the bed
Before anyone knew
It dropped down to my shoe
And sat there looking swollen and red
The doctor said I'll give it a shot
But it's going to hurt you a lot
That's when he scratched his head
Tossed it up on the bed
And then tied the damn thing in a knot