Short Hut Poems
Short Hut Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hut by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hut by length and keyword.
A man of pure heart
hurts by hate
As is going to the hut
That is near the woman with cat,
Who is having haircut.
In confluence of the river of life
Who hymn lots to gain
gets pain like hell besides having
a lot of gems and
wealth.
Those whose biography sails
love and compassion fair and faith
lives in love in words and thought
heaven they deserves to got
though may live in
dilapidated
home.
The romantic hut
Sights holding
As from a bud
Flower blooming
Smell spreading,
For the beauty
Birds are singing,
Butterflies dancing
Saying it is spring,
It is spring,
Come all out of door,
Have a tour,
Sing a tone for life,
Life is nice, rich,
All are wealthy,
No one is poor,
Help one another
To be really happy.
Little green hut was embarrassed and alarmed,
After renting a room to selfish rooting pigs
Both had bamboozled her; she was easily charmed.
They had messed up her house, ruined her digs.
Left muddy footprints splattered all over her wall.
She explained that they had been friends with some of her kin.
You were fooled neighbors said, making her feel small.
Humiliated, little green hut ran away and was never seen again.
Love in a beach hut came my way,
and, a bit cramped, we lay
until the moon rose over
Kettle's Bay.
Polly, the maid, came opportunely,
to bring us tea
and the three
of us sat happily.
Love out of a beach hut came my way,
and Polly came half-way through
with tea
and that's when we threw her in the bay.
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8/3/2015
Contest - Just make me laugh
Sponsor - Christine Lehman
3rd place win
There between the sandy dunes
And the ageless azure shore
Stood a little driftwood hut
That I’d never seen before
The beach grass waved and whispered
And the ocean waved and roared
As I found myself enticed
To step inside the door
Who had built this humble house
This sturdy little shell
To listen to the sea’s song in
Or let some hermit dwell?
Or maybe it was meant to be
A place to meditate
To find myself inside myself
While I sit and wait.
The strands that hold my heart
Wither with all time spiral of smoke
In thy dense foggy village hut
My sweet soul is all soot coated
Someone has to lend it a white robe
that which has no cobweb mosaic
For the serenade of the winds invites
it to a wild party...
There is a crescendo of hooting
amid excruciating incessant looting
of the treasures of happiness
The pods of the hurt heart
may forever abide in thy hut
for the World party is invite-only.
I do not want to insinuate they are dangerous but….
I hide in the brush when I meet one or run to my hut.
I am careful to never make eye contact or make a loud step
Green elves and ghost goblin gremlins all have a dangerous rep
They are masters of animals, especially good with a wolf.
A cyclops runs from them, or he ends up with them on his hoof
They are intensely intense – their stare will dazzle your eyes.
I am running away from one now, no big surprise.