Short Lounges Poems
Short Lounges Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lounges by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lounges by length and keyword.
jay lounges on sill
grasping worms for morn's breakfast---
trilled choir forgotten
Bird themed haiku for Tania Kitchin
7/27/2018
He wants what he wants and that is that
Lounges around but never gets fat
A kept cat no doubt,
That plays till passed out
The stressful life of Joker the cat!
All Democrats Do Like;
Democrats always do like and enjoyed;
And with Republicans, we are annoyed;
Often scrounges;
Mostly lounges;
Which is really why them we will avoid.
Jim Horn
a mindful watch
lounges immanence
simple measure
across the diamond sky
stars fall
remarkable moves
visible light
blinding silent
narration is the shimmer
impressions exhibit
touch battered and savage
As graceful spine bends with the night
That every movement draws delight
Like a bone of pinion on flight
While my own wings cuddle her tight---
But in slumber, she lounges bright
And coiling near me, I alight---
As graceful spine bends with the night.
Lovely Bones
A graceful spine bends with the night
That every movement draws delight
Like a bone of pinion on flight
While my own wings cuddle him tight---
But in slumber, he lounges bright
And coiling near me, I alight---
As graceful spine bends with the night
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John Hamilton's Contest
4/30/2017
the eyes of an angle
the smell of scented roses
the strut of a diva
beauty is her desire
to cast away stress
to always look her best
always captivated attention where's she goes
eyes pausing, and lounges dropping at the sight of her
ones beauty is the affection of an image
just a dreamlike fairytale
the queen of beauty
she strikes with gods perfection of pure beauty
Form:
Felix, Tom, Boss cat too
Our feline friends, not in a zoo.
Cartoons flicker across our eyes,
Long lost pussy's in the skies.
Tommy and Lucy, 13years on,
Slower but still going strong.
Lucy black, still likes to play,
Though lazily lounges throughout the day.
If I could, I'd have a cat,
That wore a monocle and a top hat.
It'd ride a bike, along our road,
Stay fit and youthful, never old.
Staring up at the ceiling floor
As the big hand on the clock
Races past one
Hearing the mouse rouse out of his
Long sleep
To gather tidbits and play
While the pussycat full belly and all
Lounges blissfully counting mice
Feeling a drop of sweat on my brow
As the fan turns upside down
Not day dreaming at night silly
Just dreaming today
A sunny Beautiful day
In...December
Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest
The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office.
The evening sun reclines, dips
her trailing skirts into the fire;
she lounges on the edge of dusk,
her sultry lips, crimson desire.
With violet tints, her painted eyes,
brazen behind a blushing cloud,
stare at every lake and pond
to view the beauty she's endowed.
We sigh to see her slip beyond
the rim of sight; her lovely face
may never be just quite the same
as now, framed by the black tree lace.
Faye Lanham Gibson
The protracted barks of a chained-
Up dog pleading for company:
Beseeching, entreating from us
Attention he sadly deserves.
His master lounges unaware
In his grand house of glass and wood
While the pooch lives in misery
Neglected and misunderstood.
If perchance their places were changed
For one single day you can bet
The pet not a bit inhumane
But the man insisting complains
That his collars too *oddamn tight
And you’re letting me in tonight.
From buka to butry to batcher to barrow
Mothering many they will never know
Feeding the ever growing population
Even men have joined to meet the need
They site at points easy to reach
They are even mobile to reach all
To sustain humanity they can reach
Playing Vishnu in the theatre of fun
Some grow to restaurants and lounges
Available to all social classes of human
Serving the same function to always support
Feeding humanity as an obligation chosen
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four