Short Hawing Poems

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


We'Re Not Like Them!

Who cares if the road winds or wends
so long as I step with my friends?
Quit hawing and hemming!
We are not the lemmings
who blindly fall off to their ends.
Form: Limerick


During Sermon No One Seemed Inspired

During Sermon No One Seemed Inspired

During sermon no one seemed inspired,
Were almost sleeping while being tired;
Hemming and hawing;
Pawing and clawing,
And up congregation finally was fired.

Jim Horn
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Form: Limerick

Barnyard Animals

Scratching the ground
And pecking around,
Chewing on cud,
Wallowing in mud,
Sheering the lawn
And crowing at dawn,
Running for sticks,
Grooming with licks,
Prancing for show
And hee-hawing no,
Chewing on tin,
Both women and men
Are like barnyard animals.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Witch G Bawing

She eats her lunch while precariously balancing herself on a line
None of us clearly know why, but she tells us it keeps her feeling fine.
Several ebony crows come by cawing, hemming, tooting and hawing.
But does she fall off? Not ever, she’s a professional, Witch G. Bawing.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hee-hawing -- City vs Country Mouse

  
	         Country mouse’s unrestrained giggles drew the attention 
                    of city mouse, too sophisticated to mention 

                        that his cousin’s hee-hawing had city mouse
                           whipsawing between guffawing and prissy pretension
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Cauldron

I’d rather that my message was encapsulated in poetry
Instead of the hemming and hawing of the world
Seems a curse held under the breath, malodorous 
You know what they’re thinking, as if they were pure
But the cauldron is bubbling with maleficent baubles
Just waiting to spit in your eye, which was dry…

10/29/2020

A Day In the Life

As a new day breaks
and the robin wakes
my eyes are hazy
my mind is lazy
I ponder the point.
Again.
Again.
Stretching and yawning.
Hemming and hawing.
I ponder the point.
To love?
To learn?
To give?
To take?
Again.
Again.
So mundane.
Is there more?
A secret door?
Grasping vaseline knobs.
Quiet sobs.
Again.
Again..
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