Short Half Time Poems
Short Half Time Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Half Time by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Half Time by length and keyword.
No more
Riffs o’er.
Half time
No mime.
Will stand
Sound grand.
Without
The tout.
Zayn’s cool
We rule.
In an uncertain half time
The sky spread silence
In drops of eternity where
Every cloud
Carries thumbnail dreams
In children’s arms
Full of butterflies.
pass the dark
half time
the rest of me
into the spiral of spin
the schelpture of electric light
cascades over wretch
the grateful dead
kiss you into life
Super Bowel Half Time Rap Crap
Whole super bowel half time rap,
Was really a total bunch of crap;
Will not care;
A sad affair;
Resulting in humongous mishap.
Jim Horn
losing my mind fast
this is the half-time of life
reflecting on goals
i have survived life
just living daily routine
hoping for some joy
Bite size poem no 25 poetry contest
Who is the big winner of the game.
We watch to see who is the big name.
The truth can’t be denied,
that no matter the tide,
the half time commercial gets the fame.
© Feb 2011 For Royal's Super Bowl Limerick
Football fever is everywhere,
favorite team colors we all wear.
Season tickets are hard to find,
No, no, I can't let go of mine.
Half time is fun, just watching the band,
I love it all, I'm a football fan.
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He's trying out that new-fangled deep fryer for Super Bowl
The third firetruck arrives at Half-time
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For Brian's "Spaces" contest
Two old codgers in rocking chairs
Half time talking, half time stares
Reminiscing about their life
Integration of peace and strife
Will I now be condescending
Maybe to the point of offending
No, that's not the way it will be
Because one old codger is me!
Magis
Sent from East
With presents on hand
Wishing, walking with glued hand
By land traveled from Orient far
Praying, bowing before the mightiest Star
Never before in a lifetime
the World changed half-time
Like magic under spell
World rejoiced where true believers dwell
Maradona
He is the footballer of the year
His frosty sport was like a boom
He announced his presence
Under a strain of marshal melody
And with a blast he entered the field;
Lost were the referee & ourselves
In the mist of his bombshells
The game has been a half-time
A smart footballer, he is gone!
It is a game to plunder & share
It is the pillage of our earth
Our earth is at the crossroad.
football
is all
crowd roars
kick soars
a pass
at last
man cave
men crave
cold ones
at once
demand
she panned
but serve
the beer
and chips
for dips
hubby
must pee
walks out
on lout
and shops
till drops
lonely
lady
returns
and learns
the lout
passed out
flat beer
oh dear
the game
now tame
half time
her time
clap hands
to bands
the game
what game!
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She likes half and half
I like full-cream.
I take my coffee black
her's is half milk and cream.
She's a ***** and a half at times
Living the half-life
in half-light, betwixt and between.
With flag at half-mast
always regreting something
never going the whole hog,
never taking it all in.
Half a life lived in halves
is never enough.
It's half-time shortly,
I think I will take
the chance to slip away.
Two Nil.
I sit and watch the children
playing football in the street.
Look at me, shouts the referee
who runs with two left feet.
I'll get the ball shouts Lee Mac Call
I'll put it in the net.
Two Nil, shouts Bill, as it begins to rain
and everyone gets wet.
The whistle blows at half time
two goals as the ref shouts break for all.
Then in second half pass the ball to Garth
and let him try score a goal.
Taped-together mystery
Closeted cacophony
Doling out your sunshine
Like it’s half time
And you’re half mine
Your countenance, it haunts my dreams
Why does kindness feel so strange?
Flip me inside out
Clear my eyes
Turn my world upside down
And pierce my amnesia
Tear the veil from my mind
Shake me out from all the lies
Melt the fear when it resists
So my will succeeds from this
Rescue me
From my own worst enemy
She sat there spell bound
It's so hard to believe
Never has she been speechless
It’s a miracle it seems
No one could comprehend
Why the sudden change
Half time was over
It was back to the game.
The miracle suddenly disappeared
She was her same old self
Her mouth in full gear
No one could figure what had happened here
Then a wise old man
Stood up and said
If we can’t watch the game
Your commercials are dead
Cile Beer