Short Limber Poems
Short Limber Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Limber by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Limber by length and keyword.
slender, graceful, limber limbs
swaying gently with the wind
slight of frame, strong of root
softly bending down to shade
.
Bam
into
the limber
(i meant lumber)
he plow'd his wedge
Bam
Long lean limber. sultry, slender,
Pretty pout, neat nails, great grin.
Fatal flaw?
Incredibly clumsy, elbow bumpy,
Tripped twice, shiner. Shucks, chagrin.
Limber Dick knew a neat little trick
He would tie his long nose to his dick
But when he did sneeze
Created a breeze
Then his nose to his dick wouldn't stick
lanky lean lithe limber lollygagging Leo loved a little lampoonery
loving lasting laughter, leisurely learning lemonade lessons
lickety split, laundering little leagues of lithographs in lime
Yoga positions
pretzel launching pad, painful
crowd wilts from fitness
senior endurance
festiness charges living
folks uncurl, relieved
Senryu composed August 7/21
there finer limber choice
beg of me,
dig deeper near
man of full force
loud and clear...,
chase back your dream
another fat lady scream
choicer to fire
blown up in hidden dersire
an empire
Statues, iconoclasts love to destroy
Toppling monuments brings them great joy
Keeps them all limber
As they shout ‘Timber’
Columbus crashed down saying ~ ‘Land ahoy’
Bring your alibis on board
Your defense is death
And your life is limber
Time terminates your time here
As the earth swallows you up
In your shallow grave
I’m digging for dirt
To place over your concocted coffin
Form:
Lyric
Life’s longing to sing out -
Lovely or lamenting,
Lively in lusty breaths,
Liberates lonely hearts,
Librettos live in love,
Limber lines of stage light
Lyrical luxury.
10-26-20
Contest: Pleiades #3
Sponsor: Joseph May
Mary Jo's from the country, a real backwoods lass
Chops wood like a lumberjack they're not in her class
When Tot yells timber
You'd better be limber
Better run, don't stand there like a silly old ass
© Jack Ellison 2015
Are weddings only for the young
Dancing up a storm
Limber in sleek outfits
Graceful in their form
Older folks gaze wistfully
Perchance they are quite jealous
Recalling bygone celebrations
Sealed in tears they will not tell us...
Green!
Alive
on tall grass,
blithe, lithe, limber,
swaying long and lean
in their beachy masses.
The deadpan sand eavesdrops as
breezes wave blades like silk banners.
Whispers whir with emerald voices;
long-winded grass gossiping with zephyrs.
There once was a girl named Theresa.
She looked like the Mona Lisa.
She didn't fight it.
Because she resided
In the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
There was a girl named Theresa.
She thought she had amnesia.
She couldn't remember
Why she was so limber.
She had taken too much anesthesia.
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Love is buoyant, bobbing and bopping.
Love is lolling, limber and lithe.
Love is exuberant, effusive and effervescent.
Love it sparkles, shimmers and scintillates.
Love is capricious, unwitting, unintended.
Love is deliciously unfathomable.
Above all else,
Love is what you want it to be.
The echo smitten...
From distant shore...
hollowed sand...
limber your crash...
Tip ocean sea bed...
curl your path free...
Withheld echo...
The echo smitten...
Waves staggered like staircases...
Roar through coaster tube...
The echo smitten...
Limber your crash...
Tip ocean sea bed...
Cats be limber
Cats be quick
Cats climb up a carpet stick
Dog’s lay around
Dogs bark all the time
Dogs do not climb carpet sticks
Fish swim around and around and around
Birds are the best you let them go
Never to be seen again
No cleaning or feeding ever again
Which one should I choose?
Your long term plans, I have not seen ‘em.
And all those love vows, you don't mean ‘em.
You have only got eyes
for my long limber thighs,
and that small bit that lies between ‘em.
09/26/11
*Adapted from a Limerick by ‘Poet Unknown’
Hangin' in there is all that I can do
My owner has trapped me, stuck me on a peg
All I was doin' was fun to ensue
Running as fast as I could on my limber leg
Right now I really don't like my owner Meg
Contest: Hangin' In There
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Date written: 07, 30-31, 2011
If I could pen a bawdy Lim, I would
About Sally, who was misunderstood
She was very limber
People yelled timber
When she did, a mean split extremely good
Alexis Y.
07-09-2021
* My first attempt at a bawdy Limerick. I probably failed
big time- enjoy
Supple, limber perfect leather
Graceful in it’s agility when I
wield it by hand.
Supple are the contusions upon
your back as I teach you
to tease my attack-
When I train you, bull whip in hand.
Supple is your insolence- soon it shall
No longer exist,
after my punishment.
Darling I love you so supply and intimate.
Air conditioner is loud and steady
Wind chimes prove the wind is ready
Balmy spring day bringing us March
Limber and lithe, not a bit of starch
Dogs stare at me on this lazy day
Loving the country in an appreciative way
Not a single sound, no tweet, chirp or peep
The kind of day I could do a lot of serious sleep
Shattered minds;
Distance skies;
Broken heart;
Fleeting times;
Battle cries;
Blood pressure has risen pops!!
Voyage is limber;
Token miss figures
Confusion surprise;
Anxiety montage;
Arrive at this dissension
Help us O' Lord
6/29/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
From Anthology “Intermittent Praises”
Went Into Deep Slumber
Woke up and went on long walk to limber
Someone said there she goes and timber
With all of the wood I then went aboard
Wood became paper and I looked forward
To writing more poems that I remember.
Jim Horn
PS. Leaving tomorrow for five days and will
not be writing any poems during this time.
A tiny blossomed flower amidst a flat and barren ground
It shimmy’s in the wind with no buffers or surrounds
A mornings limber stretch to greet the sun-filled sky
Offering a gazing gift to any random passer by
If only to be remembered when it’s persistence is through
It’s life of simple pleasure bestowed solely upon you