Short Gnomes Poems
Short Gnomes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gnomes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gnomes by length and keyword.
Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
if any jet ever broke the sound barrier
it must have been this jet
her loudness assaulted our silence
awakening sleeping elves and gnomes
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Born on Scottish soil
Both writer and physician, he delivered us Sherlock Holmes.
A spiritualist too, he believed in fairies; possibly in gnomes!
In the land of fairies and gnomes
Was a gnome often seen on the phone
And an up to date fairy
With armpits quite hairy
Like all ballplayers were spit prone
Gremlins, gnomes, a leprechaun and thee imps
Walked into a bar owned by some chimps
Ate too many chips
Weight went to their hips
They rolled out later, looking like blimps
you have a boo boo?
May pixies sprinkle it with kindness
Divorce in the family?
I shall send in the gnomes.
Family death?
nurturing leprechauns better bring more than gold.
construction site
a
parade
of
orange hatted
gnomes
Eyes are sometimes useless when you need some combs.
Ears can see and smell what eyes and nose cannot sense under tombs.
Eyes can see gnomes, but ears can do better when darkness comes and roams.
In the land of fairies and gnomes
Was a gnome often seen on the phone
An up to date fairy
With armpits quite hairy
Like all baseball players was spit prone
© Jack Ellison 2015
Our flag makes us proud no matter where we roam
Proud as beavers about this great land called home
A maple leaf is our symbol
An image so simple
Yet so meaningful in the hearts of all us gnomes
Most days I'm in such a hurry to get home
Then sit around and do nothing or play with my gnomes
Love my little friends
Playing games of pretend
My gnomes try to trick me by playing their trombones
" Lightening Bugs "
By: Tom Wright
8/17/03
Fireflies at evening on Zephyrs ride,
In courtship, they flash, as lightening.
Adrift o’er vale and wooded wayside,
Yet, as Gnomes, as day is brightening.
Welcome to gnome village
where the lemonade is free
and the inhabitants want to feed you cookies
Sounds good to me, I agreed.
Where do I sleep?
Who takes me in?
You are a giant, one of the gnomes told me.
Don’t push your welcome.
There is a strawberry faerie house deep in the woods.
The gnomes are jealous of it; it holds secrets and goods.
The fey had heard of it in whispers without cannots or should’s.
It is apparently a place to play music and delight in the woods.
The giants have stormed the castle,
The gnomes are stirring havoc in the kitchen.
Every which way I turn there is a charger or a steed.
Unicorns are trampling through the main hall.
I grin, knowing they have come for me.
Time to test my magic!
Long icicles fall, splinter
On the grey cobblestones,
And silver shrouds of winter
Shield the frozen bones,
Frozen, flesh-full bones.
And ice-gnomes squirm and scurry
Over mossy tombs,
They’re hungry and they scurry
To the feasting rooms,
Marble feasting rooms.
the sounds of their feet
fresh snow "creak" - starry - full moon
- small gnomes with wool socks
30/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
howmanysyllables.com 5-7-5
Quantum leaps
Pretty feet
Elf's running under the sycamore tree
As garden gnomes
Find their homes
Lo! their minds are on flying drones
Evergreen trees
Eversole airmatic and pretty
Squirrels fall throwing pine cones
4/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Three chubby short stubby snorting gnomes came into the field.
They held a skeleton, a cauldron, and a jack-o-lantern from our yield.
Give that Jack back! I challenged the thief, who would not show me his eyes.
They ran off with grandma’s favorite cauldron too, no big surprise!
Witch Joyce had a contest with Wormwood, the warlock of choice.
He had stated his cauldron made better brew than that of Joyce.
Their cauldrons created conniving concoctions that tempted and dared.
The rest of the villagers, gnomes and faeries ran away, for they were all scared.
Kauai's wonder is Waimea Canyon.
It's called Grand Canyon of the Pacific.
Nearby the "Little People" do frolic.
They are the "Menehunes", companion
of the natives giving them help in need.
Fairy tale gnomes part of island lore's creed.
Some say they're oft seen on a white stallion.
Form:
Grog
Gulping down a flagon
Gives one a gibbous glow.
Gather 'round ye hardies,
Grab one and have a go.
Ghostly foam and farting
Gnomes bilge one gushing flow.
Garish gaffe...drinking Grog!
deborah burch©12/4/2016
_______________________________
Form: Pleiades
If I tell you the story
about garden gnomes
and blue light
it will be more a fairy tale
maybe even a fable
you know
there are animals
in it
and they are talking
God shouldn't be mad
there is no sense
that he bought me a watch
I rarely know to say
when is the right time
I love the gnomes
I m drawn to them
One time I had twelve
I named all of them
I named him Chris
He holds a gift for me
Another one I named
Charlie
I have a tumbler
With gnomes and hearts
shapes
When waiting in a line
It called out to me
So I bought it
I take my tumbler
everywhere I go
The dainty faerie found a napping place in the meadow, above the forest wood.
We knew she was there, so we tiptoed, as considerate elves and gnomes should.
She apparently needed her rest as much as any faerie in the glen ever had.
Her parents were appreciative of our consideration, her grandma equally glad.