Short Knacks Poems
Short Knacks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Knacks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Knacks by length and keyword.
Giggle and jiggle the pudgy belly.
With a thunderous boom, Santa's jelly
were diet-free snacks.
"Breaking some knick-knacks,"
ordered Rudolph to the nearest deli.
Knick knacks were at the top of my gift list
one stood out and walked over too brisk
slow motion it fell
still intact I could tell
sudden turn with huge purse a high risk!
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Baubles and bangles
doo-dads and what-nots
Trinkets and knick-knacks
don't stir my pot...
Excitement, adventure
discovery, peril
Launch me over Niagara Falls
pulling levers in a barrel
our love is finished
going through your leftovers
find nothing to keep
tossing of pictures, letters
souvenirs, knick-knacks, trinkets
all reminders gone
nothing left but bitterness
one thing I must keep
I found a picture
Cracked and covered in dust
I found it in a box
Taped tightly shut
I found a few knick-knacks
And fought back tears
I found some supplies
And fixed the photograph
Even in death
Your smile is radiant
Even in death
You give me strength
Quiet pleasures in
A sounding fury.
I'm sworn to there. Through whom stilled
Is by stream, gushy.
And here, more staggering yet
For unlikeliness
Through my own at the window
Contemplative knacks.
A thunderous rain nigh cracks!
Storm-tossed. A treed mess.
Dance of a spring storm brought some rain along
Sparkling mountain tops with glitters of charms
Decorating foothill trees with fluffs of knick-knacks
Caressing blooming plants with respect from heart
Adding further to rivers, reservoirs, creeks and ponds
Carrying exuberance to rejoice, appreciate and dance
I Weep
From childhood I revered them
Huge chunks of gray magnificence
Now my home holds their image
in herds of knick knacks
I am old and almost dead
My elephants are fading too
Man has stalked them
Hunted them
Stolen their habitat
One of God's
most noble creatures
Loving and faithful sentinels
who face extinction
I pray I go first
Today I feel unreal.
‘Decohered.’
Like a suitcase full of writings
and knick-knacks and scribbles
torn asunder.
Splintered.
And the collection that was contained
therein can no longer interact
in the same manner.
But then calmly you sit
and take into yours my hand
so that one thing remains-
I want to stay here.
Snowflakes shimmer like our smiles of happiness
Keeping us all in white oceans this snowy week
Incredible knacks on our skis, they’re sole witness
Incomparable experiences they cater in limitless peak.
North to south, east to west…all in joyful gliding
Greatest winter’s delight is friends to families’ joyful bonding
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How can we give to the Temple of God
when the whole world belongs to Him
We, His temporary custodians
on this earth while we've vigor and vim
Seems to me God wants a place in our hearts
that we build Him a home right there from the start
For the gift that He desires is the gift of ourselves
Not knick-knacks selected from hardware store shelves
Students at Work
See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
Form:
She still fills her housecoats
on cold nights.
The cat will always be
the shadow of her hand.
He will dwell in this home
that she wove around his recliner,
scrimshawing each thought
with her presence.
He mourns, not at the cemetery,
but from the other side
of a double bed.
He rearranges nick-knacks
by not touching anything.
He does however
place some sepia moments
in a shoe box
she has provided.
The Gay Woman
My best friend is lesbian we get along
like a house on fire and her office is
not cluttered with flowers and knick knacks.
I do not have to kiss her when we meet,
a firm handshake is enough.
I live in a country where women cut you up
in traffic, want you to give way because
they are females. And it is tiring to always
be the gentleman...and I remember a sentence
from Pygmalion by Bernard Shaw:
“Why can’t a woman be more like a man?”