Short High As A Kite Poems
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Gershon was chastising Seth
For being unfaithful to Beth
As high as a kite
Seth swore he'd do right
And his wife was tickled to death!
Gooey cheese on fork
The beans and meat blend sweetly
Chili spreads on plate
I take a large bite
Mm's and oh's out of my mouth
As high as a kite
Talent of a poet
Gift from God - I know it
Can write almost anything
Almost makes me feel like a king!
So write and write and write
When others glean high as a kite!
by Wayne Wysocki
A poppy is pretty and bright
And its juice is so far out of sight
That the smoke in a den
Full of dirty old men
Makes all of them high as a kite.
Every day's a gift, I fly high as a kite
Love of my friends shine ever so bright
The small things in life
Cost a very small price
They raise my spirits as my soul takes flight
Every day's a gift, I fly high as a kite
Love of my friends, shining ever so bright
The small things in life
Cost a very small price
They raise my spirits as my soul takes flight
Every day is a gift, I fly high as a kite
Love of my friends shining ever so bright
The small things in life
Cost a very small price
They raise my spirits as my soul takes flight
© Jack Ellison 2015
Some days when you wake and the sun is shining bright
It feels like nothing can bring you down, you're as high as a kite
Then reality sets in
You lose your grin
When you realize it's the same old, different day, same plight
Snappy, Snippy, Slap-happy
I made a friend tonight
Loopy, Lippy, Lollapa-Lucy
Sure feels good, alright
Hearty-hardy, Uber-tea-party
We’ll fly high as a kite
Golly-gee, Gosh-m’nee
Do it up right, her and me
By day I may feel
down at heel
at night I might
be high as a kite
the ups and downs
which keep on giving
make life interesting
and worth living
the alternative will arrive
in the fullness of time
but as I'm still alive
I'll thrive
and make my way
as best I can
while this poor planet
is messed up by man
Go on holiday to Bali it is so great
A gut full of grog I just can’t wait
Walking the streets being high as a kite
Is the holiday I want it’s so right
For the locals can see how it is for me
The Consulate will sort it out so easily
So see me drop kicking a motorcycle rider
Australian yobbos on holiday it’ll really grind ya.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Meeting you, Opend a new world in me
a world that with out you I might never see
love...never thought it would be worth being a member
Yet a fondness ignited, like a burning ember
A night to remember with all my might
Your beautys got me twisted and im high as a kite
We partyed untill morning sun shown
You left me with a feeling like i had just flown
I pegged them out on my clothes line,
Like puppets on a string.
Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
Such laughter they did bring.
That claret shirt, high as a kite,
And three sheets to the wind.
They will dry out, to my delight,
My wet suit it has sinned.
George. Seal. 4/ 1/ 2015.
No. 3 clothesline.
Let me feel your lines.
Three sheets in the wind
And rubbed the wrong way
By a fair weather friend
You must seize the day
Let your hair down
And lay down the law
Be the talk of the town
With your last hurrah
With all your high hopes
Few and far in between
Up against the ropes
Taking one for the team
Play your cards right
No guts no glory
Still High as a kite
The same old story
STILL HERE,
when I think back on that day,
DAYBREAK IN ALABAMA,
when we unpacked in the fray,
MOTHER TO SON,
thought our future bright,
DREAM VARIATIONS,
positively high as a kite,
MERRY-GO-ROUND,
I fell into a work routine,
DEMOCRACY,
you both hate Alabama scene,
THE WEARY BLUES,
after all the drama,
FREEDOMS PLOW,
I still love sleep and my pajamas.
2-19-17
I am Freaking the F+!K OUT!
Off the hook look out I shout
Straight eyes laced with buckets of doubt
Trying to figure out what you're all about
Blood pressure high as a kite
Paranoid look left, look right
Dumbfounded your look shining not so bright
You picked the wrong victim tonight
Double backed behind a wall I hide
Me and my girl die or ride
As you pass we step by your side
The rest is a story off how you died
Bye...Bye...
I feel like pacing all around because PoetrySoup is temporarily shut down.
Instead I may as well write.
Because between you and I we are going to get high as a kite.
Just to pass the time while PoetrySoup must say night-night. My feet struggle to kick free but I really must not put up no fight.
A little more light speed must travel.
All my quirky poems start to unravel.
(That's as far as I made it without getting distracted)
Getting along brings my hearts delight
I don’t want your anger to ignite
I know I’m no shining knight
I don’t want us to fight
I know I’m not as lofty as a kite
As night is blue and day is white
I don’t want to always be right
I want your love for me to ignite
A kind look makes me high as a kite
I like to hear your insights
For us to be civil would be alright
Being with you is my hearts delight
By Robb A. Kopp
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Clouds in the sky
Fish in the seas
Ants on the earth
With birds and the bees
Black is the night
White as a ghost
Red like a ruby
Brown is my toast
Slow as a snail
Fast are the cars
Cold is a corpse
Not hot like on mars
Soft as a feather
Hard like a stone
Solid like concrete
Or brittle as bone
High as a kite
Low is our hell
Quiet is silence
Not loud like a bell
Large as an ocean
Small is a pool
Smart like a teacher
Or dumb as a tool
As I sit here and write this poem
Tears come and I just can’t hold em’
I am so happy to have you in my life
With you I see the light
With you I feel as high as a kite
With you I can put up a fight
With you the future is bright
With you a wedding is in sight
With you I make it through the night
With you I just feel alright
With you my love takes flight
With you I feel no fright
With you I will sleep good tonight
With you I will sleep tight
Baby, with you EVERYTHING is just right!
Manic Melancholia
He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness
A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason
Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring no sores attached
No strings yet a puppet found but not lost scraping skies all in one
He struck the most delirious chords strangled the care of his mind
A hanged man falling a bruising garrotte noosed losing the plot then
The parachute opened on impact buried the mania deep under cover