Short Juiciness Poems
Short Juiciness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Juiciness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Juiciness by length and keyword.
Little slices of the most lush and red watermelon,
Swollen with juiciness and a natural multivitamin.
Deliciously filled with glistening liquid in green rind.
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We drool with anticipation at the juiciness we acquire
Why do we revel so
As in smut, we wallow
It sure isn't difficult for our minds to decipher
C omes in red ripening sweetness
H ave you ever ate a cherry anything like this
E ndless juiciness like a wet sweet kiss
R eal fruity aroma in the wind
R uby red blossoming skin
Y es with one bite, I suck that cherry taste in
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Mouse with a raspberry so sweet
Giving it a tiny taste
Taking his time with berry meat
Not a drop of juice he will waste
Mouse with a raspberry to eat
Languishes in the sun
Slurping up her juiciness
Having all kinds of fun
Mouse had no idea
Berries are so incredibly tasty
He is taking his time for sure
In no way being hasty
I hear the conversation and I know
All of the players.
They do not know this, so do I tell them who I am?
They are in a public place saying mean things about my relative.
Do I keep to myself? Pretty soon with the clues I know who this person is.
My cousin cannot say anything nice about her either.
I wisely go about my business,
Keeping my mouth shut.
Not sharing any of this juiciness.
Saving myself heartache.
I love that added tenderness in my body each month;
it's like I incarnate the spring myself:
delicate bloosoms, that juiciness,
ready to bear and bring a new life on the Earth.
But the pollination never happen,
because my husband died four years ago.
Thus, instead of adoring the fetus in my womb,
I'm adoring my poetry on my notepad:
from my pregnant mind they comes out to fill my life
and reduce the emptiness of not being a mother of a human offspring.
The tree house was massive; it held a village of gnomes.
Had a plethora of projects, apartments, huts and homes.
The faeries soon joined them and named it Faerie Town.
Who do they think they are? Asked a gnome in an azure gown.
The trolls were excited about the tree, and the next to move in.
They brought a juiciness to the village that seemed like a sin.
This mystical oak was joyful, the most excited I’d ever seen.
Why not? It held the largest fey village in the forest of green.