Short Haul Poems
Short Haul Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Haul by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Haul by length and keyword.
You think I'm sprinting...
This is just the beginning,
Not even sweating
My heart is barely beating
Living for long-haul loving
sitting with a rum i take a pen...
and rye-me words
hearing anchor duty sailors...
'all call - haul'
church be an 'all call hall' for...
drivers not hearing answers
to their taverns last calls...
for more alcohol...
stan sand
She is a long-haul trucker, traveling the open road.
Rough and tough as she has to be but no more than.
Her children are at home with her husband, stay-at-home-dad.
Why do you do it? People ask her.
Have you ever been at home with sixteen children? She replies.
The school teachers understand instantly.
The other mothers, not so much.
Combined as one.
Makes a person wonder,
Is this the one?
Easy ride.
Lift the gate,
Let them inside.
Thought of a truck,
Or pull behind.
Nothing left to chance or left behind.
Make a note.
U-Haul's could be the best tote,
Or a drain on your brain.
U-Hauls carry,
All we own,
Never alone.
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In long-haul dreams, we set our sights far-off on distant shores,
Assuming that each step, each choice, each twist, will open doors,
Will keep us heading steadfastly ahead, right on course!
Yet time reveals the dead-weight drag of our remorse.
Looking back on the shortfalls, on the litter of regrets stowed
As keepsakes to repay, all the time-wasters, for ransom owed.
Long Haul With Trump Wall
What could happen with Trump and his wall,
Would have created trouble over long haul;
With women crushes;
Law many brushes;
Always be very annoyed when he did appall.
Comments appreciated and can be unrelated
or even inundated.
Jim Horn
Bush 41. I was born in 1941. He was born
6-12-24. 1948 1nd 1996 also had significant
impacts on his life. Now what about 2092.
Claude Debussay didn't inspire me
As red sun set a fiery red ball
And I ran away with no shawl
Knowing there was no way to flee
Trapped in your shuttered bourgeoisie
Behind the mask, a plastered glee
Pull Daisy's petals let them fall
He loves me, loves me not at all
The keys pound music none esprit
It ends, made it through the long plea
Actually Spanish Quintain
There is no slot for this form...
Inspired by Craig Cornish's contest
Not an entry..