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Short Hit The Sack Poems

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


Time To Hit The Sack
winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
hibernation time...

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Categories: hit the sack, animals, funny, imagination, inspirational, nature, philosophy, seasons,
Form: Haiku



BABY LET DO THE JINGE
it s that night right
tree has a toy
it the holiday joy
let hit the sack
do it back to back
come on baby lets minge
BAB LETS DO THE JINGE...

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Categories: hit the sack, adventure, dance, fantasy,
Form: Light Verse
VERY COLD DAY
this is the time
to have love in mind
stay home
don't be alone
hit the sack
make love back to back
am told its time to play
its a
VERY COLD DAY...

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Categories: hit the sack, adventure, passion, love,
Form: Light Verse
So Glad To See You Back
So Glad To See You Back

My friend, so glad to see you back,
And guess will have to hit the sack,
Poems enjoyed;
Not ever  avoid,
Knowing your poems are all intact.

Jim Horn
...

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hit the sack, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
sleepless nights
So tired
Ready to hit the sack
I lay there restless
Legs twitching,
Arms moving in mid-air
A sudden jolt and I'm completely awake
There is no sound in our house,
No lights on
Only the sound of moving traffic on state route 66
So why can't I sleep?...

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Categories: hit the sack, sleep,
Form: Free verse



All they Want...
They are under attack
All they want to do is hit the sack
They are shot and bombed
All they want is to be calmed
They come home black and blue
All they want is to know whats true
They have dreams or a bad nightmare
All they want is for someone to care...

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Categories: hit the sack,
Form: I do not know?
Hit Sack and Will Be Back
Someone asked me to write this for 
them to send to children with
disabilities.

Hit Sack and Will Be Back

Santa headed home and hit the sack,
And next year same time will be back;
Always cared;
Gifts shared,
After he slide down the chimney stack.

Jim Horn...

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hit the sack, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Hitting the Sack


When wife and I prepare to hit the sack
it brings on visual and mental stress
as we gingerly prepare to undress,
and of late we’ve noticed that our bodies
have taken on bizarre anomalies
(we like to call them age distortions)
made more obvious by their proportions.
So rather than our eyes and minds wrack
we prefer to strip down back to back.
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Categories: hit the sack, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Trump Pontificating
Trump Pontificating

Trump I  presume when  he pontificated,
Am sure many he must have humiliated;
With gotten away,
Done day by day;

He had distinguished and demonstrated.

Jim Horn

Some poets off often do seem to slack;
Maybe any time to write they will lack;
Eat more ice cream;
Poem about  dream;
So I am older now and will hit the sack.

Jim Horn...

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hit the sack, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Halo
It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.

you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.

you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself  unattached.


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Categories: hit the sack, angst, devotion, funny, happiness, love, passion, sad,
Form: Quatrain
January 13, 2015
Dasher, Dancer,
Smoke a pack
Prancer, cancer
Hit the sack.

One day you'll wake
And realize you
Need to stop
For their sake, too.

You want to be there
When they graduate
You want to be there
When they take the leap.

When the baby
Takes his first steps
When Morgan dates
The girl with the pep.

You cannot be here
If you're smoking a pack.
You will be in bed,
And will have hit the sack....

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Categories: hit the sack, cancer, children, christmas, emotions, family, feelings,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member COLLABORATION
And yet
Early to me is 11 AM
With my hair a mess and not yet dressed
My wrinkles are my prime concern
Now all I see is Jeopardy
On my 54” TV
Old they say
Getting grayer each day
But Revlon saved the day
My teeth always shine
Using my denture Cleanser
It is now 12 AM
Time to hit the sack
For a short Nap!

Contest: Play With Me, COLLABORATION
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date Created: 08/15/2019...

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© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hit the sack, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Insomnia
Now I lay me down to sleep
With tired back
And achy feet.

Today I've been to Hell and back
And still can't seem to hit the sack.

Problems, problems in my head
Heart pounds loud enough 
To wake the dead.

House is silent as a tomb
All around is doom and gloom.

Feel so alone at this late hour
Oh God, if it be within your power
Please let me sleep for one good hour.


Josette Davis Key          2014...

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Categories: hit the sack, angst, depression, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Life In Black
Hot to trust
Born in lust
Burning, yearning
Need so much

Love the pain
Keeps me sane
Teeming, dreaming
Fear, so vain

Have a taste
Body race
Trucking, fucking
Up the Place

On the ground
Hit the town
Sinning, spinning
Going down

Somber days
Fade away
Grooving, moving 
Time to play

Find a who’
Give her dough
Flying, lying
Make it so

Burning gates
Getting late
Crashing, smashing
Call it fate

Hit the sack
Lying flat
Giving, living
Life in Black
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Categories: hit the sack, celebration, lust, sexy, youth,
Form: Rhyme
sweet nothing
Sweet Nothing 
I trapped the wind that made
dust dervishes dance in the back yard 
Lured it into a sack with the promise
it could create a storm.
 I hit the sack with a hammer this for
the wind had stolen my hair 
and made me bald as an American eagle.
And Silvio works for me.

I beat the sack until the wind died.
and it got unbearable hot without
a cooling breeze.
I opened the sack and the winds was
blue as a Parisian afternoon.
Windmills and zephyrs will they ever be still?
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Categories: hit the sack, humorous,
Form: Sonnet