Short Hint Poems
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I’ll go out
Drop a hint along
Pick her up
Go forward
Living the life of the ages
We must move onward
Russell Sivey
Form: Shardorma
Descending acorns
Now under a hunters moon
Falling with a plunk
(Haiku Me Some Nature, Please contest )
Written by Laura McKenzie
Here Is a Two Line Rhyming Hint
Here is a hint we want to have sent;
When you sin should always repent.
James Horn, Extraordinaire
Vanished souls in the night.
Years pass by in signs of abandon.
Little hint of the story.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Still, a hint of musk
remained behind on
the shirt he last wore,
a faint reminder of skin
pressed up against mine,
the essence of sweat &
tears that lingers a lifetime
We Need A Hint
We wonder what Trump may have meant;
Each day more and more money was spent;
Where he did go;
Wanted to know;
How, why, where, when we will need a hint.
Jim Horn
Hint Book Out of Print
Trump had hint his book out of print;
Started roaring and then recalcitrant;
Did seem abrupt;
Intent is corrupt,
When we learned what moron meant.
Jim Horn
Need Hint of What It Meant
Read Solomon's poem and needed a hint,
About what it said and may have meant;
With no disdain,
Further explain,
In another poem to me that he had sent.
Jim Horn
Sent Hint At What He Meant
Remembered what happened when we sent,
Him suggestion that ended up being a hint,
With each word
Which occurred,
Knowing what they meant and convenient.
Jim Horn
Here Is A Hint About Peppermint
Lately what I have heard is a historical hint
About things they meant about peppermint;
Spiral weave,
Did receive;
From God His Son and this thought were sent.
Jim Horn
Hint!
I HEARD A CHILD GIVE HIS MOTHER AN ORDER TO DO SOMETHING, HIS MOMMA SNAPPED BACK AND SAID YOU DON’T GIVE THE ORDERS AND HE REPLIED “I WAS NOT TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO! I WAS JUST GIVING YOU A HINT!”
JT Waller
Get the hint that your stint
Here on Earth has real worth
For how you act will impact
Where you venture in the future
So be good when you could
And keep in mind to be kind
That is all there is to it
Every person can do it.
Quatrain #601:
HINT
Hope sculpts deep dream as peace works best,
Ink stains move theme with dance of zest;
Now feel light streams as thought finds form,
Taste soul art cream the way of fest.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
10 January 2017
Singapore
A MERE HINT OF MALICE
paprikash chicken…
sweet dish...sink your teeth into
...careful of the host
his eyes hypnotize…
delighted to wine and dine
...hungry for Harker*
single baying wolf
under your satin window
...salivating dreams
4/30/2018
*From Bram Stoker’s Dracula
Here's a little hint about me,
(Actually regarding my latest M P D).
Listen to me very carefully
and you'll avoid yourself a sure fire future disaster.
There isn't anything this poet can't Master.
Some may find this a rather odd rhyme,
but others would be wise to read between the lines.
In a golden Garden that gilters in
graceful glamour with a gate of
glints
stretches a stream of stars
arround sanctuaries and spirits
that sparkle.
A habitation of Holies with
hoists of Helium... a heavenly hint:
a world without walls
where worshipers whirls...
without a wrinkle.
Genie
Said to Aladdin, 'Ask for anything you need'
Didn’t tell him not to be greedy
But implied nothing comes freely
Aladdin
Didn’t take the subtle hint
And asked for what he wants
Every minute since, his wants haunt
12 September 2021
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Yes.
No.
Maybe so.
I don't really, honestly know.
I try and try.
Oh, and try some more.
Even though I gain no ground.
Just as before.
How can I do it?
How can I show?
I know I'm worth it.
I know that it will grow.
I watch you go,
Almost every day,
Without the smallest hint,
Or even a clue.
Yes?
No?
Maybe so?
You don't really, honestly know?
God Give Me A Hint
God give me a hint;
When all my money is spent
Where will she have went?
He is an old grump
Loves living in land of Trump;
Has his own gas pump.
He was pretentious
Won't run around with witches
Hates dirty britches.
Must be good looking
Of my love is a token
Someone worth hooking.
Does this person sound familiar?
Jim Horn
Form:
She gazes past the golden fields
beyond the wheat that summer yields
above the solitary oak, so still
where a lazy hawk, with circles fill.
He feels the drifts in windswept skies
her soul goes drifting, by and by
she’s carried from her lonely bed
to fly away, no fear or dread.
And when the moon at night alights
her hopeful eyes, with tears delight
she looks beyond the stars above
and feels the wonder of God’s love.
Rose at ma glance,the
beauty shone ma lenses,with
the sun in shota, of so many
panic of thy brightness in the
dept of nessdark....
Above the petals savoureth
thy aroma of beauty,dejavu
maketh thy present beneath
ma heart.....aroma of
sacroma in the peakest daize
of endma.,erraneth is thy
woosy doze of thy
worth,feeling loosen when
thy words woos ma brain,ma
parted part feeleth so soon
when the sput is cameth out
of it cokoon...
HER HINT HENCE
At last, the breeze is cool enough
To garner some respect,
Though it's not here for very long,
The forecasters suspect.
Another heat wave's on its way
'Cause from what I recall,
This very often happens
As the summer turns to fall.
I so enjoy this little taste
Of cool; what a relief!
The heat has skulked away
Without a word, just like a thief.
But just as thieves will strike again,
Especially when dared,
We must remember summer's
Still around, and be prepared.
Take a hint
Leave me alone
Don’t call
Don’t write
Not even a text
I don’t want to see your face
Don’t want to hear your words
Your voice makes me nauseous
Rip my eardrums from my head
Your flowers meet the trash
Without ever touching a vase
Your cards meet the fire
Without ever being read
Your messages are erased
Without ever being heard
Your face is forgotten
Without losing a tear
You’ve done me wrong
I’ll never forgive you for that
So please
Take a hint
Vanish and leave me alone
A hint of sparrows amid browning leaves
Faint shadows the conductor’s baton
A-dance beneath the now visible nests
A cold urgency whistles through the trees
Beauty will adapt in fashioned frolic
Dab colors in the corners of our minds
Memories more brilliant than their moment
Seen through time’s more melancholy eyes
Hands will touch life’s softly falling petals
Holding to the dreams they still possess
Listening as gentle breezes whisper
A hint of sparrows amid browning leaves