Short Lisping Poems
Short Lisping Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lisping by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lisping by length and keyword.
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Our thoughts
tumbled
while we kissed
lisping
"i love you"
Charmed, stunned…
That’s what you did!
My eyes are all in your pictures.
It’s a stealthy feeling.
“To play or be played”,
Both are my menacing games.
My druthers sound too high
But I wind up lisping your name.
Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.
Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout.
‘ Intelligence-Impediment ’
There Was A-Lisping Professor, Named Panamo’
Who gave his Students, an Assignment on Plato’
… But he was quite perplexed in Mind
… When They, came with clay-figures of some Kind
Not Realizing, They All Thought, He’d Said, ‘Play Doh’ ...
I try to mimic
your lisping speech—
because it's amusing,
because it's childlike,
because it's so unlike an adult,
because I never improve,
because you've married and moved away,
because we've become distant.
All I can do now
is imitate you
to get through
each day.
Letters wait in grey clouds
Loving lilting lisping
Looking for the rhymes of
Lovely leaves of olive
Lungs relaxed in blue breath
Laughing cups of pink time
Longing for a lush rain
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April 16, 2017
Pleiades L contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Oh, God and Goddess are all around us.
from place to place unguided,
they’ve found us.
Land of limpid eyes and skies,
where mystery abounds.
‘Mongst lisping lips, oft heard
Gaelic limericks sound.
While gale gusted winds whip wave
dashed waters to mist;
atop the high cliffs of Moher
the Fairie found us.
Woman of Fertile Earth, come sing to me
let these hands, feet explore your hidden wonder
to submerge into dewy grounds rippling life's music,
of infant buds lisping tenderly among field's roots
as nature grants lush springtime its tuneful arrival.
Rooting For 8 To 5 !: nette onclaud's Contest
4th January 2017
Sylvester the Cat,
the lisping schemer, would get smashed flat
by Granny swinging her broom in a rage
when he tried to lunch on her bird in a cage.
Tweety Bird,
clever canary, spoke when danger occurred.
Inside his cage the wee, wary one sat
and said, “I tawt I taw a puddy tat!”
September 2, 2021
entered in the Cleritoons contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
I want to go to Jar Ducks Toffee, he said.
I thought he was lisping and he meant the coffee place.
The one I despise, because their coffee twists my bowels up.
After drinking stuff from this place I am in pain.
I cannot go there, I tell him.
I am sorry, I love you, but not that place.
He is surprised, because I am his grandma, and I love him.
And now there really is a Jar Ducks Toffee place here.
SPEECH IMPEDIMENT JOB-SEEKER
An aged respondent called Smith
Answered the newspaper job-list herewith
“Man wanted as geologist
Great skill at digging out schist
And now and again a large batholith.”
But this geologic skill was a myth.
Because like rock-hound kin and kith
They just wanted a man,
Not the lisping old gran
That they thaw when she gave them a kith.
Your little face;
Like a flower in the morning;
You might recognise me from afar;
When I see you,
as hiding your head in the lap of the mother;
That time I miss my mother;
Your Half hidden small cute face;
Looks like a bear toy;
When I show you my hands
You do intriguing!
When you take your little hand in mouth;
I scold you;
But still give you smile!
When I teach you to speak;
You tend to be quiet;
But I love your lisping voice!
- Sujit
My wings of eye,disturb my I
as tears form to fill the sky
eventually fall on such unrest
while manys effort try their best
Calamity's enmity
difficult for most foresee
wounded sparrows fractured wing
altered flight in awkward lisping
Where songs are sung now off key
tuning forks remind the BE
from deep within' the musics felt
to blend and melt,in time it shalt
Harmonize to recognize
inner peace our inner prize
coordinate how relate
love will vanquish growing hate....
Scrolls raked along
the crevices;
limits of a breath
patched, thick.
Chiseled down the
rumbling bark,
brimming loops,
cross road nooks of
trembling passion,
scorching rues.
A crumpled hearth
of perpetual dormancy.
Raw upon the
lisping drones of the
bamboo,
broader than the
clearest black,
an influx- grim, vivid;
cryptic on
morsels of my
slumber, dampened
ears...
Flashes of detached
voices, intuitions;
monotonous as this
tread-
a lurch; different
yet whole.
The cute, lisping leather jacket
births from the door like
God's only child
and coos on the phone to
God
knows whom.
He is the messiah
the one we've been waiting for.
Beautiful browned skin isn't
what the good were expecting
But,
it is He who takes my
breath (with a veiled sashay)
He who makes the
waters ebb and sway
the flowers grow old and
our earth shake
(as fine bone china
plates fall end over end
and break)
The cute lisping Latino boy.
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