Short Glues Poems
Short Glues Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Glues by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Glues by length and keyword.
If you knew...
That the one who tore you in two, and
Made you
One with the earth,
And
The one who glues you,
Unites you, petal by petal,
Contributes to your happiness...
If you knew...?
Would you shed another tear?
pale fingers clutch the bouquet of roses
smiles spread across youthful faces
warm greetings by guests take the nip
out of the Midwestern air.
Sharing a bond glues them
together, but births
will not unfreeze
their marriage
cold times
stay.
Form:
Ron monogramed his socks
He monogramed his shoes
He monogramed his kids
He monogramed his glues
Ron monogramed his ham
He monogramed his gram
He brought his inks to his wife Sam
She gave him a swift mean body slam
It was Ron’s last day to monogram.
Foot Loose Freestone
Foot loose
Recluse
Lost sole
Toe holed
Paw flawed
Cause thawed
Returns
Adjourns
His trek
To beck
Doctor
Cobbler
With glues
Fix shoes
To treat
His feet
So feat
Complete
With Soul
To stroll
Alone
Freestone
Away in a way dark
No one in my sight
Lone walk seems unending
In the moonless night
I’ve traveled a long way
Far away from you
Wish you’re now beside me
Darkness glues us two
I’ll explore you anew
The way I had done
First time in the dark park
You’ll feel the rerun
Love my passion for dance
Every eye glues in trance
Even then I don't shy
Gutsy, when am on spy
Swaying graceful on stage
How tactful I engage !
Hear great applauds at end
In gait, I halt and bend
29-6-2020
Note:Verses in Essence -8 lines poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Joseph May.
I was once vivacious.
Now I walk with hunched back
And downcast eyes.
I was once outspoken.
Now uncertainty glues my mouth shut.
I was once a dancing daffodil.
Now I drag my feet just to leave the house.
Spring is leaving my eyes.
The blossoms in my heart
Are beginning to wither.
I pick up the fallen petals
To make a potpourri
Out of my midlife.
Random hands don’t comfort anymore
My own hands don’t either
Through all the weathers
Your cold hands glues to my torn down body
When you touch me
Your cold hands give me chills…
Your smooth talks litters, blood into my every vein
Am still enjoying the lust
For my head is filled with endless tears
Your ambidextrous hands
Write the pure sense
Of my comfort.
Another day first
Lights by and by
My heart is broken
Mourning, sorrowing
My quiet tears
Stunning to my ears
Sole in the haze of misery
To my mystify
Lapsed slipped away
Your face I observe
Gone your voice
The house with tune
Your hence makes me blue
A cut heals over time
Emotional pain glues
Eventually too
I will have a scar
It will remind me
Of my love for you
She plasters it on thick
Bleaches ,curls and glues
Draws on and colours in
Products galore she does use
After hours of beautification
She squeezes into a tiny short dress
Huge breasticles on display
Bum cheeks peeking out to impress
Now for the selfie photo shoot
Complete with sexy poses and pout
She is finally ready to leave
Her only destination McDonalds drive through and out!!