Short Hang Loose Poems

Short Hang Loose Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hang Loose by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hang Loose by length and keyword.


On the Stoops

we was getto
it was no show
no place to go
it was girls and boys
hanging was our toys
we sit and hang loose
ON THE STOOPS


Colors Two

What if truth was a color
Would it be your favorite one to wear
Would it fit you or hang loose
And would you wear it everywhere
Form: Rhyme

Hang With Me Tonight

Hold my hand and tie a noose
Close your eyes and let hang loose
Watch the world fall out of sight
And darling, hang with me tonight
Form:

Premium Member Hang loose is the first order of the day

A casual november sunday morning
Going to take it easy and relax
Then off to a roar



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Other

Premium Member The gander who wanted more goslings

“Today, we again failed to reproduce,”
said the gander to the goose.
“If we wanna keep up with the drake and the duck,
we gotta do more than ~ just depend on luck.
We gotta actually let something hang loose.”
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.


Hang Loose

Hang Loose

If hanging by a thread or hook
Covered in fur, denim, or rolled up white shirt
Tilt your head to the side and take another look.
Listen with ears free of wax, mites, and dirt
Color-blinded by hidden claws that can easily hurt.


Jenny Emelander  8/2/2011

Father Goose

Poor ole, Father Goose
Always "letting it hang loose"
Creating every year, Another papoose
As if he, enjoys the abuse
Of being confined like 'the Juice'
Merely, having around his neck, a Noose
Unable to find for that Thing, other use
If only he could, SOMEHOW, call a truce
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Randy Surfer

A randy surfer from Malibu Crest
Untied the bikini top off of Celest
You’re my Betty let’s hang loose 
As he tried for her caboose
She slapped his hand away from her breast

Aloha Barney and get off my turf
You’re a randy dude, who can’t even surf 
Rico won’t tell you again
I bet you’ve never hung ten 
She's not your Betty, uncool of you Murph
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Day Sleeper

Lost out of the picture,
fallen out of life,
cut-eyed shut down

from all the cars and trains
and all this carrying and breaking
and lines of words without spaces.

You breathe softly, regular,
as if in a deep wood,
as paced as a slow piston

in exile to yourself,
a half life turned inside

as if the strings that
could lift you
hang loose in the sunlight.

Premium Member Forget-Me-Not For Rico Leffanta

Forget-Me-Not For Rico Leffanta
                                       

Poets love defines as does your photography Screening feme fatal like it's a mammography Blissful images erected Virility unaffected Observing what nature offers in demography
Hang loose Rico! Mahalo
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Treasure of a Woman

they hang loose
body, in front of it's frame
assets
a liability in the making
fancied by men
for they are sure delight

they come in different
sizes and shapes
color 
and texture too
some are muscular
others as soft as your jell-o
loosen out a bit
men's eyes will surely brighten up.


From Me:
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Tree Walk

a cold sleep
under chilling dreams
mostly
bones find each other

a dirt path
in the tall woods
the ill-bred trees
as usual –

darkly
disinterested

rabbit running
helter-skelter
down the track
heading at me

it is being chased
by what
I did not see

behind my shoulder
a deadly scuffle

I keep walking
my steps
are less shock proof

Back home
taking shoes and socks off
naked feet flounder

bones hang loose
again

Premium Member The Guy In Aisle Nine

“Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year
 probably isn't learning enough.”           — Alain de Botton


convinced me to roll curlers let them hang loose roam the village grocery store bobbing along latent style and jeans wouldn’t mind the stares if but i could restore my youth shake my booty oh so fine to the chagrin of my grandmother’s eyes to the surprise of the guy in aisle nine who thought me shy 3/23/2020

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