Short Hauls Poems
Short Hauls Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hauls by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hauls by length and keyword.
Crisp brutal cold night
three horses hauls a gilt troika,
through the snowy roads
Categories:
hauls, adventure, horse, snow, voyage, winter,
Form:
Haiku
If a golfer who’s clumsy and falls
Loses grip on the clubs that he hauls
He'd trip on a trap
With wood in his lap
And have problems in finding his balls!
for Craig Cornish's limerick contest
Categories:
hauls, sports,
Form:
Limerick
shroud of mist entombs
eerie silence takes a hold
~
sun hauls back those drapes
Written 14th January 2021
Contest Hi-Ku(7) place promise
Sponsor Brian Strand
10th Place
Categories:
hauls, silence, sun, surreal, weather,
Form:
Haiku
Pond Across The Road
How brazen the turtle called painted!
His friends watched in horror! then feinted!
Zag that way! Zig here!
Missed the truck that hauls beer!
A miracle! they called him! then sainted!
Categories:
hauls, nature
Form:
Limerick
Underestimation, unpredictability
My cannon hauls the weight of the world
In your direction
And your dodging capabilities are neglecting to serve you
Resources low
Resources lo
Resources l
Resources…
Nonexistent
Categories:
hauls, friendship, introspection, life,
Form:
I do not know?
Eggwagon hauls the future
Within her steamy womb
Caviar of destiny
Fragile and pure
Eggwagon requires
Sidewalks quite smooth
Maternal slope of peace
Genesis in transit
Rocks and bumps of hate
Zygotes in turmoil
Fissures of neglect
The shame of who you are
Categories:
hauls, angst, caregiving, childhood, family,
Form:
Didactic
Pete's parson preached when you're dumped in the grave
You can't take those things with you that you crave
But afraid to take a chance
Pete arranged far in advance
For U-Hauls in case he could cop a waive
Categories:
hauls, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
If a golfer who’s clumsy and falls
Loses grip on the clubs that he hauls
He might trip on a trap
With some wood in his lap
And have problems in finding his balls!
* this is my original poem, which doesn't conform
to the contest syllable count. i like it better, though!
Categories:
hauls, sports,
Form:
Limerick
They moved in on Sunday,
a bright and sunny day,
the first black family on the block.
They drove up in two U-Hauls
and slowly carried furniture
in the house as neighbors
watched from behind the blinds.
It was as if U-Hauls were camels
and terrorists had arrived.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
hauls, racism,
Form:
Blank verse
Whenever she nudges
She hauls agony
Endows endless happiness
Pulling others' sadness
Bracing tonnes of secrets
She often grins
Every now and then
Enduring rain and sun
She dances blissfully
Embracing people
Being livelihood for many
She persistently works
Never takes rest
Categories:
hauls, sea,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
hauls, 12th grade, longing, love, moving on,
Form:
Rhyme
He comes
He comes out of somewhere near the North Pole.
They say the wears all red and black.
He drives a sled pulled by reindeer.
The hauls toys and gifts to good boys and girls.
He is fat and loves to drink milk and eat cookies.
He is very quiet when he comes.Putting those gifts under the tree.
He comes on Dec 25th of every year. We call him Satna Claus.
But all we know is that he comes.
Categories:
hauls, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
There's a wind that hauls yon
It's like a thin rope I step on
A fragile path I,alone can see
Despite my limbs, yet to be free
Comes a tidal assault
As wild as the lightning bolt
The water's extreme unfriendliness
Sends me to my weakest tenderness
But with my core embedded and guarded
Raging with fire cannot be defeated
I live like the earth's body
And this love for you is that fire within me
Categories:
hauls, earth, fire, heart, love, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old
Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to make
His son’s payoff struck them as bad
Republicans hate Hunter’s dad
But they won’t ascribe
Meme coins as a bribe
And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
Categories:
hauls, america, corruption, insect, money, vanity,
Form:
Limerick