Short Lounge Poems
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triangle eye views
long jumps through Light heavy air
finite fears tumble
infinite touchdown ranger
soulful longevity lounge
At the airpor-T
used credi-T card
buy firs-T class seat.
Went to first clas-S
lounge for drink-S of
their Hou-Se Champagne.
.
ooh
i'll settle
for that
'pon thuh settle
Deep end diving; shallow end Fear.
Barbecue host and nobody near.
Crystal, shimmering; fish to eat. . .
Lounge chair Dolphin wets her feet.
in the dimness of the tea lounge
i stared into the dark depths
that were your pupils
and
clung to every word that escaped
the curve of your lips
Form:
A rainy day
for doing nothing
skies so dreary
bones so weary
cop some z's
lounge around
anything goes
watch TV shows
you'll only miss
a rainbow
best chill out background
smooth relax lounge endless slow
dream hour jazz chords
laid back saxophone
mellow piano music
coffee aroma
stan sand
Harley dressed in elegant tuxedo.
Always in the mood for playful cuddles.
Prefers to lounge at home.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sell a black man his favorite enjoy,
a lounge chair plush leather Laz-e-Boy
Such rich cotton irony,
poor speech pickaninny
Risky retail fighting words to employ
In the club, everything is the same:
Lounge, tables, chairs,
music playing..
Only people weren't
the same... They went to
to the salon, longing...!
It's my day off I should be chillin'
My mind and body are not willin'
To relax because they need
To do chores so I can see
All my errands are about
Getting done as I lounge out
Just think, pops
With your voice
You could have been
such a lounge lizard...
With your eye for talent, son
You may yet find your calling
as a top birddog in Oz
for the Wizard
To lounge upon so cosy
Petal-padded, a thing!
But who does? Just this bee, see;
Bum up; buried therein.
Be lulled into so easy
Petal-perfumed, a sleep!
But who is? Just this moth, he;
Twitchy focused; as deep.
I believe I will be a beach cat when I grow up she said.
Mrs. Lounge Layer, with striped fur with tinges of red.
I will lie on my chair, with my fluffy cat feet in the air.
And I will soak up those Vitamin D’s through my head.
An eerie stillness enshrouds,
the street I lodge in,
lone shadows loiter and lounge,
dark ink creatures peep
wet croak from a gaunt hermit,
slumped on granite bench,
faint cry from flitting figures
estranged by night chill
As I lounge in outdoor living room,
My blessings all around me zoom.
Without a care to cause me gloom
And no hard duties to assume
I thank Him for my yard in bloom.
Won 8th
For Aeleke Adeite's "Golden Gratitude" contest
Limerick : Once a Veep in a V.I.P. Lounge
Once a Veep in a V.I.P. Lounge
Laid low till Mary Lynn took the plunge
Then put on airs of Chief
Whipped her in the mischief
Till the Chief threw in the bloodied sponge.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Last call at the Trees Lounge
Been there many times
Buscemi movie of it,
Wonder if I ever met him
Odd how pieces of your life
Just show up unexpectedly
Scene of places I knew well
And a good movie to boot
Some places are worth remembering
You’d be a galah taking a bow
To be outside in the heat now
It’s 46.2 degrees C
And if it were up to me
I know where I’d want to be
A cool ocean breeze off the sea
Sipping a long cool drink
On a lounge - what do you think!
© Paul Warren Poetry
As a door is tied to its hinge
The lazy are tied to their lounge
When the diligent will prosper
Sure, the lazy ones will suffer
July.6.2022
Sin of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsor- MargaritaLillico
LOUNGE ACT
Lounge act
She knew his needs
Life’s passions unfulfilled
Her body held the secret keys
Unlocking pent up ardour and delight
Yielding to uncompromising
Erotic seduction
Satiated in
Lounge Act
© Kim van Breda- October 2014
Percy
If I were a human I would be soooo cute
I wouldn’t just lounge in my birthday suit
I would dress so nice
With shoes to match
To cover my bare feet
I would even wear a hat
As it stands, I’m happy as can be
Cause I’m a teddy bear
All soft and cuddly…
sandy wooden slats
coconut covered lights
dried out palms
an assortment of bottles
lively bartender who knows my name
I spend Saturday nights here
meeting friends who aren’t really
pretending excitement that I do not feel
I am a bit of a lush,
here is Charlie now
Colored sails dot the horizon
fire-orange flecks dip and rise in
Turquoise palettes, sherbet skies...
Demigods lounge g-stringed
in ocean-front's warm sands
Bulging their muscles
Glistening their sweat
~ Tan, the sole tint
they're aware of as yet
Love doesn't dash, it loiters -
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments.
Love does't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms.
So dally my love - lollygag,
lounge and we'll share breaths
and mess about.