Short Hay Poems
Short Hay Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hay by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hay by length and keyword.
Charlotte, a grand old lady
Wore elegant hats big and shady
She wore the finest of clothes
And pure silken hose
This was of course in her hay day
she’s a wildflower
that makes the honey bee buzz
they become as one
when penetration so deep
threshing machine approaches.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
there was a young lady from Trang,
renowned for her sexual slang,
in heat of the moment,
sang loud in the foment
oh darling I'm so glad you sprang!
Sitting by some hay
Doing some quick needlework
I drop the needle
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Dana'lynn Smith's "Needle in the Hay" contest
3/1/2012
Old Happy Jack is much happier these days
Maybe a love bug has entered his maze
Blocking his path
Must take a bath
Just in case she appears and they tussle in the hay
John Constable’s painting The Hay Wain
given gold medal by Charles X
inspired by villages, churches,
he was a brilliant fine arts painter
from East Bergholt
who took sketching trips
A randy, young couple out by the bay
decided to have a roll in the hay.
She pondered, in the moonlight,
"Aren't the stars pretty tonight?",
and he chuckled "I'm in no place to say!"
Bessie the Cow was feeling sick, they say
She'd swallowed something rotten in the hay
She mooed and she mooed
But it did her no good --
The chocolate milk tasted different that day
A lion's roar can be heard five miles away
Same as when a wife suspects a roll in the hay
The strong smell of booze
An investigation ensues
All hell breaks loose and things decay
Is there anything more fun than a roll in the hay
I think not, fair maiden, more than eating a soufflé
Nothing's more appealing
Than looking at the ceiling
C'mon sweetie, have I ever lead you astray
Landing in Hay Loft
Seeing some agony often put off;
Go ahead and play a round of golf;
Did not die,
Or ever cry;
Leaped to death landing in a hay loft.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Jack and Jill were in the barn one day,
when Jack spoke of a game to play.
But, when the door was shut,
something poked Jill in the butt.
It seems she found a needle in the hay.
For the "Needle in the hay" contest
Is there anything more exciting than a roll in the hay
I think not, fair maiden, more than eating a soufflé
Nothing's more appealing
Than looking at the ceiling
C'mon sweetie, have I ever lead you astray
I am a needle in the hay
Can anyone find me?
They get so close then move away.
I want to matter, to make a difference
But I am simply one among many.
I want to stand out and be heard
But I'm just a lonesome
Needle in the Hay
Yellow jackets biting, stinging
legs running from pain.
Spirit dance, chasing, screaming,
echoing from inside my body.
Was that me screaming?
Arms flailing, puppy snapping,
Run legs! leave the hay
Until another day.
Too much pain today.
The hayride proved fun for all I must say
Until I jumped up and bellowed, “Oy Vey!”
Other couples’ heads poked out
Just to learn what made me shout
(I’d sat upon a needle in the hay.)
*For Dana’Lynn’s “Needle in the Hay” contest
Hay rides and starlit nights
Spooky cresent red tinted moon
Howling and the owl schrieks
Big eyes strain to see where the noise originated
Prickling skin and scary masked raiders
Screams and little feet take flight
To the bonfire and mom's warm arms
I'm not writing a poem today
Absolutely nothing to say
Sometimes words are to hard too slay
So why write when I can can't make hay
Sorry my muse is gone away
She'll come back with a little sway
Sun is calling me out too play
So that is all--what can I say
It was my very last needle
He took it to the barn
To sew a harness_ darn!
He dropped it in the hay
I guess it's there to stay
Now that ruins my day
No money to buy one
No way to earn more
You bet I am very sore
Sponsor: Dana'lynn Smith
Contest: Needle In The Hay
Cleaning out this closet is a chore
Not only time consuming, but also a bore
This collection of rocks, I sold some for a dime
I only kept the ones with a beautiful shine
Placing them one by one in the bucket
I jumped up and shouted Yes! for I found a gold nugget
Hanging on tightly over bumps along the way
Around the barn and through the fields we sway
Young ones chatter, laugh and play
Rusty red, the autumn hills are grand
Inspire words to write about the land
Delightful afternoon , my heart sings
Enjoying the warmth that autumn brings
8/30/12
A Roll in the Hay
Try to be different.
Take the plunge.
Dare to live for today.
Be your own boss,
be true to your school,
and, charge for a roll in the hay.
Eat, drink and do Mary.
Boys will be boys they say.
But, Men and the boys
have different priced toys,
Some men even pay for the hay...
Form:
Say goodbye to May, Don't stay on the warm way, Bay sun emits warmer ray, Hot day makes grass as hay, And even clay becomes decay.
A horse is really just a horse
We do know that of course
They cannot talk
So, we are told
But if I may be so bold
To remind you of a show of old
About one horse who was,
Supposedly, just a horse of course
He would eat all day
And when he was out of hay
Shout till he was hoarse
!!!!WILLLLLLBURRRRR!!!!
I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
the perfect rose.