Short Imp Poems
Short Imp Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Imp by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Imp by length and keyword.
I can’t seem to find my wand,
without it this spell won’t bond!
I had it last night,
with those imps who bite.
I’ll summon help from beyond!
She fights her way through hell
to free his unsaveable soul
Dainty haze
imp fern no
only 1 imp per tent
just me beeing(See my last poem)....
Let’s have an upside down and backwards day
Says the imp who almost got away
He causes havoc and laughs with a bray
The upside-down imp who showed up in May
After cautiously drawing another card,
Have heard that old habits do die hard;
Us likes to whip;
Give us the slip;
Trump's brain is like a lump of lard.
Jim Horn
fantastic faerie
powerful pixie
generous gremlin
darling devilkin
greenish gargoyle
ferocious fey
terrible troll
spirited sprite
goofy gremlin
dragonfly
damselfly
hobgoblin
brownie
urchin
imp
With what emotion
does she peer with wide green eyes
as her two hands cup her face?
Behind those hands with
nails painted a vivid red,
she conceals an impish grin!
9/11/17 For the Poems that a Picture Contest of Silent One
Want to make the imp possible
Turning the sword to words
Breathing out because i need to breath in
severe verse not in reverse
Words often remain deceitfully silent
And hid den or for bid den
Pauses holding moments
Where nothing needs said
Scantily skipping imp,
Feet floating
Like an electrified shrimp,
Shoe sole flapping
Like an unpaid pimp,
Flamp-p-p
Listing limping imp,
Toes knotting
Like a ballerina chimp,
Shoe tongue flopping
Like a deflated blimp,
Flimp-p-p
To all those i was unkind to
I'm sorry i was
here free kick to the genitals
Sorry didn't mean to flip the ant
Forgave everyone but
There is no elf but an imp in the simple
Feel that
that is your jaw
slightly ajar
as i take the breath
away fae you
(fae is Scottish for from)
her hair opened in a flowing part like a book
butterflies graced the edges, and the covers
her pale blue eyes held my imagination
dreams never looked this gorgeous
was she a faerie, an imp, a princess?
she stared into my eyes and I was astounded
I have never felt more mesmerized or intrigued
Shadows play upon my skin,
ebbing, waning, flowing
from their gain,
their touch leaves a shiver
from the fanged release of sin,
a shudder down my spine,
a reminder of the unknown,
thoughts; did I let them in?
So do I welcome the shadows,
as they linger and fade,
leave a residue calling
card for their Empress shade.
from a challenge to use a random set
of unconnected words in a poem)
The syncopated rhythms of my
infatuation with you have left
an indelible mark
on my metrical heart.
I am M'Adam to your "Y'ves,"
biting into the luscious apple of temptation,
while Lust, with his pitchfork,
prods us from behind.
Women, sure, are fighting back:
Don’t rebelling energy lack;
For men’s vicious and hateful whacks,
Their sometimes murderous whacks.
Each time one is made to seem an imp,
Some male body goes down or limp
A confused one begins to sex starve
And can attack with what women have.
You don’t a woman try to jilt
And she sits back to watch you or wilt
A time to patronize men she would dump
Better that than a throat with a lump.
There's an imp that lives inside of me
I simply cannot control.
It often whispers in my ear,
"Go ahead....be bold."
It knows when it is naughty,
and has gone too far.
I must say I like it.
To me it is a star.
If frees me from the ties that bind.
Social mores it leaves behind.
Stuffy rules and regulations,
to me seem so unkind.
We only pass this way but once.
No chance to recupe.
Days fly by in the blink of an eye.
So I'll be bold until I stoop.