Short In Hock Poems

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


Yesterday's Past

Hiding behind his writing,
he went from day to day

Whispering memories from yesterday’s past,
the truth in disarray

Buried in moments now borrowed,
the clock running shorter than long

All words out on pawn, tomorrow in hock
—his message forgotten and gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Form: Rhyme


Carolyn

Carolyn Devonshire
Sunny day golden locks
Friends till the end or in hock
Cheery jewels and holly socks

Entertain us with your verse
Until they take us away in a hearse

Poetess the mostest and a lovely hostess
Holiday with a snowflake princess

Thank you for my lovely cheering wishes
Surprised me into a better day!!
Form: Rhyme

How Absurd

Please, slap the cook and  test the meal-
the farmer’s shocked, that he’s in hock, 
For the cook taught the pig to steal.
Please, slap the cook and test the meal
The pig got caught now things are hot
The cook killed pig for he did squeal
Please, slap that cook and eat the meal
the farmer’s shocked, that he’s in hock,
Tom turkey must now seal the deal
for the cook taught the pig to steal.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What Friendship Is For

Why despair
  Instead repair

Wherefore cry
  Tomorrow's nigh

In hock or shock
  Don't sweat just yet

It'll happen for you
  There's luck all over
Near the Cliffs of Dover
  Sits your four-leaf clover

If not in a Parisian Cafe
  Or down Acapulco Way
Perchance by Monterey Bay
  Face up on a California quay

Just think of me
  When your ship comes in
Of how happy I'll be
  That you lit up my grin
Form: Rhyme

Sammy Has Mammy Living In Miami

we heard that sammy
had a mother called mammy
won grammy in miami

button and button
after we had gone hunting
who has the button

we started to search
in a place where he would perch
on bench made of birch

were with many fears
they even had bought some steers
after rounds of beers

money disappears
when their twilight nears
in hock up to ears

you should see long spears
they did use to kill a deer
poor at changing gears
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


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