Short Links Poems
Short Links Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Links by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Links by length and keyword.
Most of us linked in this world
by chains or by freedom
When we leave ~
by grave or mausoleum
Links of chain intertwine
Strong and sturdy, all one of a kind
Some may break with the passing of time
But the ones that hold are true lifelines.
Trump's golf course has a Miss Fore Play
Who's on the tease most every day
At a random hole
She swallows a pole
To the chant and cheers of, "au lait!"
Tuump's Mind and Missing Links
Trump's mind is part of missing links;
Should see his face found on a sphinx;
Hands so small,
That does appall;
Has kinks and must see some shrinks.
Jim Horn
Eye catching and attracting
Your beautiful piece of ring
Fitting to your ladies finger ring
How came to you this thing
From a shelf of lovers you did bring
Or else
In love of yourself to someone’s link?
i let life pass me by
even though each day i cry
holding my life deep inside
the pain is never going to pass by.
even though you lied
its not going to change my mind.
I love you so much, nothing will change that.
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Don Papa is running Multiple Whatsapp accounts on Indian & European Numbers and he is capable of making whatsapp account on any number of his choice to trap his target which is not possible without the help of intelligence department.
Conan Doyle LAY of the LINKS
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A little of it
Then a leeway
You carried the day
So smart.
But a little of it
Is never okay
There shall come a day
To protect it.
As defence
You put up another
To cover up the former
Then peace?
Soon it dies
How can it last
When it was built
On links of lies?
You trespass the limits of reality
Like bright stars stalk my nights.
Sweet words consume, ignite love
Views enrich the forgotten world.
Elegance in friendship of hands
Pink rose bud sparkles in clicks.
Heart beats quicken the melody
Ecstasy vocal calls for the muse:
Devour not my virtual thoughts
It is the beauty of word to speak.
You trespass the limits of reality
Like bright stars stalk my nights.
Sweet words consume, ignite love
Views enrich the forgotten world.
Elegance in friendship of hands
Pink rose bud sparkles in clicks.
Heart beats quicken the melody
Ecstasy vocal calls for the muse:
Devour not my virtual thoughts
It is the beauty of word to speak.
Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks?
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!
He Slinks Over The Links
He raced to the first golf hole, par he winks
Three wild shots later a turkey gobbles
Cuss words escape his lips, as his drives stink
Another dying duck's hit, as his legs wobble
Ploop, another drink of the pond, how awful
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8/12/17
Inspired after reading entries to-Write about an activity as if you are doing it at the moment
The morn sun sings
a joyful song
for the children of Earth to enjoy.
The sleek fingers
of enlightment
paint a thousand smiles on a road
that was embedded in our palms.
My thoughts still hold
to those nights, when I chain-smoked the stars
that promised me to find my old sway
against a virulent wind of solitude.
Ah, the morn sun
sing a joyful song and when it does not
gray is the color of night.
There was a day when everything
broke down,
structures collapsed ...
All our childhood dreams shattered...
teen fears wiped out but
and strength of maturity erased ...
Tenuous lassos made from the past,
remake our present day ...
What was lost flew to the afterlife,
on the wings of eld angels and what's left
insists on following us forever
amid calm and storm
In a box in the closet,
Beneath lots of shoes,
Was a bundle of greeting cards;
All did effuse
With good wishes, congrats
And excitement galore
For the birth of a baby
A short time before.
I read every card;
Some had names I don’t know
For they all had been written
A long time ago.
That baby, my son,
Now has kids of his own.
At 38 years,
He’s officially grown.
No need to hold on
To these links to the past.
I took a deep breath
And I ditched them at last.
It’s the past that got me here,
Looking back its so dam clear,
All the things I used to fear,
Has disappeared behind my tears…
When the present that I’m in,
Has me hesitant to bend,
Standing strong as I defend,
As it cycles once again…
So the future that I hold,
Has the best chance to unfold,
And become the story told,
But not the one that glory sold…
When you realize that your name,
Will exist in all three planes,
You consistently remain,
The strongest link within that chain...
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