Short Grooved Poems
Short Grooved Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Grooved by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Grooved by length and keyword.
melange of bright colors
makes maple majestic.
most regal, it stands proud.
maroon, brown and orange,
make a kaleidoscope.
mighty grows its grooved trunk
magnificence of Fall.
Categories:
grooved, appreciation, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Pleiades
All souls wish for a chance to feel an expanse,
Like capitating buzz-rushes felt through dance.
This is what soars in my blood and others, too,
and why I jive at home with twirl-grooved ado.
... CayCay
Categories:
grooved, celebration, dance, desire, emotions, freedom, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Two
large bells
float silently
in the still
blue sky
Stoical
inscrutable
gravity-defying
silver grooved spheres
quietly reflecting on
the serenely
vacant landscape
The visitors
don't belong
yet they
arrived to
defy our certainty
Categories:
grooved, art, spiritual, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
I leant to the left
I bent to the right
I fell to a funky beat
Dancing Psydways last night
I grooved to the left
I moved to the right
I drowned in good vibes
Swimming Psydways last night
I slid to the left
I slide to the right
I died on the dance floor
Loving Psydways last night
Categories:
grooved, dance, fun, memory,
Form:
Quatrain
What if it were only seven?
Or five?
Are the rules so strict in heaven?
Alive
sparked with energetic jive
tradition grooved in breast-fed mood
believing not that bucks are food
can cause a soul to wonder.
The soul pursues that which is good
and doesn't peacock squander.
~~~~~~~~~
Workin' on it
Categories:
grooved, mystery,
Form:
Dizain
today my darling we were in flight
somewhere in rome
we flew through the night
all our faces cover we couldn't see
i however invisioned your lovely face
when the covers were removed
the silence sounded my soul grooved
this place of peace the breeze of feist
we were led to mary's bed
the mother of christ
Categories:
grooved, mother
Form:
Italian Sonnet
From deep inside me there wells up the desire
I can feel a poem coming into my mind
It escapes the ruts so deeply grooved in my brain
It wants to be written down for others to read
From my poem "The Desire"..First Stanza
Date: 06/13/2021
Sponsor: Gregory Richard Barden
Contest: Liberum Divisa 6
Categories:
grooved, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Blossoms like orchids, waxy white
Waiting for pollen's lore
Producing those bean pods purple
Chocolate treats galore
Green, yellow, red, purple grooved pods
Ebony dark the seeds
Bitter the natural flavor
Desire has acquired a need
Planted 'neath fine cacao tree
In death feast 'pon dark seeds
Bitter the pulp very toxic
Theobromine just feed
Categories:
grooved, death, food, life,
Form:
Rhyme
punctured passion plucked
gaunt confetti crunched
perforating porous pulps
oozing glitches gulped
cozy contractions cupped
lanky liquid's lust
eerie efforts etched
pompous platter's crest
sucking salient stress
gullible groom grooved
hoisted passion puked
bride trust bruised
meagre honeymoon mocked
sassy strife stocked.
'20:05:03:09:43
Note: Of pulpy picture.
Categories:
grooved, lost love, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Grooved lips
Be still my heart
Full and waiting
For when the time departs
We two shall share
In torrid passion
Brought forth by a glare
That tells me so
Invited in trance
And woe
If you can’t reach
My impatience wish
Don’t breach
The moment that speaks
From
Out of my cheeks
A desire forthcoming
That is true adored
For I shall fade
By the beat of the drumming
Categories:
grooved, love, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
Sang that Song Boy
Like there ain’t nothin’ wrong Boy
Because for so long Boy
I ain’t felt a tune
It’s been a long time, Boy, since I grooved
It’s been a long time, Boy, since I moved
And I don’ know what I am gonna do, Boy,
If I don’t get the chance,
Again
To kick up my heel and jam
And when you sang, Boy,
Make it short and sweet
Just give me enough to flip
On my feet
Because I was born to dance
And you were born to sing
with me.
Categories:
grooved, black african american, dance, lonely, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I told myself just one—
two, max.
But you were hot, sugar-laced,
pressed into shape
some ancient, grooved machinery
I’ve never been strong enough to resist.
I knew better.
Knew how this ends:
oily regret
bubbling just beneath the pleasure.
Still, I bit down
until I was dizzy
with want
and half-cracked sweetness.
Now I’m sick
on everything I swallowed
pretending it was worth it.
And still—I’d do it again
if you were warm,
and near,
and looking.
Categories:
grooved, extended metaphor, food, friendship love,
Form:
Free verse