Short Interject Poems
Short Interject Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Interject by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Interject by length and keyword.
a critique is a critique
Ooh
is a comment
;)
The simple on the page
What comes next
What to reflect
What to interject
Haunted by the space
Looking to touch grace
Letters crawl across the thin sinew
Filling the pauses
with particles of self
Each word stealing
from the
What comes next
be back in a couple of secs
Me,
I
am thee,
she naked
Amidst bodies, I
interject myself upon he
With unknown aplomb, reaching sexual crescendo
He now lies spent, taken to the limits orgasmically, by she, me, naked I
.
Syllables counted from 'The Free Dictionary' differing from the 'Soups'
Her ginger pigtails remind me of something he says.
I stare at him. They are like Pippi Longstocking, I reply.
No, that’s not it.
Yes, it is I think.
I think it was someone on Tik Tock.
Pretending to be Pippi Longstocking I interject.
Not even close, he replies.
I stop trying.
Knowing his mind is closed
Or maybe he is too young to know
Where these pigtails originated
Back in the forties.
I don't know why I am always being questioned
My decisions and actions are never protected
No matter what I have said or what I do
People seem to tell untruths to you
I am just a human by no means perfect
But all you on-seers need not interject
You may roll your eyes and shake your head
That may be because you have never listened to what I have said
I am who I am, no one will ever change me
Ignore the rumors and just let me be me!
copyright@2012 Monica Payne
Remembering the ways of the inner self
Knowing change came with much to upset
The perfect time to interject
Great worth
Tools of the completeness
Moving in place
Called help mate
Showing ture grit
Settleing for much less
Being content
The long haul cemented ahead
Faith in the main line seat
Erasing holds wanted need
Quick in the manner of solutions
Ready for the next set test
Lined with padded sureness
Ways of standing meeting the blank
Lessons learned in halls of wait