Short Hankies Poems
Short Hankies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hankies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hankies by length and keyword.
Embroidered
Lacy
Dainty
Borrowed
Bridal
Blue
Oversized
Plaid
Daddy’s
Grandma’s
Perfumed
Sneezing
Memories by Hankies
linger-longer
wait-a-while
to perceive
the cadence in a smile
echoing a beat of heart
in a chest of draws
with namesakes
hidden
under the knickers
hankies
scarves and socks.
IN-FLU-ENZA!
IN-FLEW-ENZA!
This was not my today's agenda,
Hankies for snuffles my addenda,
Here I rest, moribunda!
Wintry weather down under,
Suppose it is not so bad,
Bed rest to be had,
Not in the rat race,
Cosy bed today's place,
Definitely not my today's agenda,
IN-FLU-ENZA!
Emotional me
is out from my verbose head
like a winter flower with
petals, so much like
hankies of a sleepless god,
to wave in such elegance
my charm over you,
again and again, ‘til your
smile, left to death by the strides
of your rococo
lover, is awakened and
becomes my choka poem
A dusty lid neatly tucked away,
beneath the bed where shadows play.
It holds a map and locks of hair;
folded hankies perfumed with care.
Each pressed edge and velvet bow,
recall a life from long ago.
The hinges beg to set them free;
my shoebox full of memories.
A Tissue is a paper hanky,
That isn't very strong.
If you have a heavy cold,
It will not last you long.
One nose blow is all these hankies need,
To become useless,
And flutter in the breeze.
Fluttering in the breeze,
Causing ailments and disease.
It is a mortal sin,
Not to throw these hankies in the bin.
ATISHOO!
Laura is a shopkeeper
Who’s selling many things
From a plastic dovalacky
To brilliant diamond rings
She’ll unload on anyone
Just anything that’s handy
An umbrella coloured blue
Or sticky sugar candy
Incase your feeling teary
Hankies you can buy
Or maybe feeling hungry,
Ham sandwich she’ll supply
Looking for one item?
Coming out with more?
Probably now you’re penniless
From entering Laura’s store
Mrs. Suzie Q. Anteater will take the lead, Ms. Gerbil said.
If I try to take over she might thump me hard on the head.
We did not know what she was talking about, what did she know?
We saw them parading down to town, going kind of ploddish and slow.
I told you she’d take over, Ms. Gerbil’s eyes seemed to say.
This made us laugh a little bit into our hankies that day.
Mrs. Suzie Q. Anteater is the mother of eight or nine.
You’d best do what she says and stand straight in her line.