Short Hip Poems

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


Summer Break Dance

it was in the block
we jump and hop
 street was wet
water contest
we all jump hand prance
in this
SUMMER BREAK DANCE


Sure Nuff Gotta Be the Reel

Then might
A word speak me
Might I listen
Might I share
Than as one
Can we express
This feeling
When you know
I care
Form: Ballad

Premium Member hip hop mug

this mugs jiggy i wont lie

see it caught your peepn eye

unhitch a lip

caffeine a sip

load up man and liquefy.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Hip-Hop

Rappers represent
Modern day correspondents
In the hip-hop age

Producers present
Orchestrated sound agents
Musical front page
© ... Gigno  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Hiphop Pops the Top

story to tell
they ring a bell
saying it all
there music makes the call
its at top of the lot
and hot
HIPHOP
POPS THE TOP


Happy Sisyphus

hard worker being
he really wants that ball
horn stuck on the thorn
happy like the Sisyphus
hill that heap a sound of stones

Why Hip Hop

some say this  and that
the turth is like a rat
cool like a cat
so they let it out
no doudt
its none stop
guess that 
WHY HIP HOP

Hip Hop Bad Boys

they rap
they sap
theyer got heart
theyer apart
of the dream team
some say theyer mean
it just is there's toys
the
HIP HOP BAD BOYS

Home Boy Dogs

we party together
get down and what every
our music non top
its hip hop
all from the getto block
we roll like a log
MY 
HOME BOY DOGS

Premium Member Going for Broke

Minnie loves to skinny dip
She jumps in the lake with a flip
Pete hot in pursuit 
He jumps in too
But hit a rock and broke his hip
Form: Limerick

Hip Hop and the Getto

what they rap and preach
some teach
its all about the hood
that's well understood
letting th world know
its
HIP HOP AND THE GETTO

Music to my ears - dodo

     Jiving and jazz, razzmatazz.
     Jitterbug then rock and roll.
     Smooching while eighty years old.
     Both tickety- boo.
Form: Dodoitsu

Hip Hoper Dancing In the Rain

it was in the block
the cars stop
they jump bump
and
as they bop to the rain drop
they was so gain
HIP HOPER WAS DANCING IN THE RAIN

Hip Hop and Homeboys

we all love rap
its music in the lap
its begin with bop
also pop
it was like a new toys
in all its our ball
its
HIP HOP AND HOMEBOYS

Love (Shoots From the Hip)

when doubt hurt anger
rise between us
when the and in you and me
may change to versus

then love smiles first
and asks questions later

Hip Hop Party Rap

don't miss this
hip hop exist
 we're going to stump
and jump to the bump
come and adated
get down to the sound
of the
HIP HOP PARTY RAP

Hip Hop Home Boys

they rap theyer specail chap
that love  to adat
walk with a hip
they love to dip
games is there fame
money is there toys
THE
HIP HOP HOME BOYS

Hip Hop Is In

it what you say
its about today
whats comming our way
nor bepop  not pop
thos soul is gold
this thing has its blend
that always win
HIP HOP IS IN

I Was Wrong

Wrong
Was I
To push love
So un-returned
At first though the love from you came later
I lost mine, rapt in imagination
So time forgot
Our passion
Mislaid
Sin
Form: Tetractys

Hip Hop Party

we do it up
with music stuff
we rap
we lap
and sap
to the beat
you get on your feet
our music can't be defeat
help us get started
atour
HIP HOP PARTY

Music and Hip Hop

i choose it
to me it fit
had lots to say
about things today
some like it stop
will try to block
its all
when i shop fill my cot
with
MUSIC  AND HIPHOP

Jews Harp

harp 
to the mouth at the mic

on one side
the awe-maker
on the other side
the awestruck 

harp
to the ear at the air

invisibly gained
bleed the crowd

All Music Speak Hiphop Soul Is Top

its got it beat
gets underneat
you pat your feet
if is hip hop you rap on a cct
if if pop or soul your feeling unload
no music rots
ALL MUSIC
HIPHOP SOUL IS TOPS

Cribriform Plates

cortex aMYADALA
cribriform pLATES
cINGULATE gYRUS
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT BRANCHES 
OF LOVE
PUSSY WILLOW
PUSSY WILLOW
THE SOFT COMFORTS
OF LOVE DEFINED
Form: Ballad

Premium Member A Hip Old Timer

A hip old-timer in Bowling Green
somehow thinks he’s still seventeen
His hair’s Brill Cream slick
He thinks Gidget’s his chic
And he’s sure he’s the next James Dean

2/10/22
Form: Limerick

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