Short Lumbered Poems
Short Lumbered Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lumbered by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lumbered by length and keyword.
edgar
...all in...
po'ed
...his thoughts...
in a pit and
...pen-dew lumbered...
his words as stains
...on poe...
at tree
stans sand
rough lumber
and 32 inches of
concrete stabilized cobb
with interior and siding
and rough lumber ends
to make the interior
look like a log cabin
a overlapping roof
with windows centered
16 inches inside
the
rough lumbered walls
a rustic modern
living area
to sheild the
persons from the
ruffs of winter
and the harsh heat
of sumer.
SO SAD
its sad
so bad
to stand
on land
where wood
once stood
ancient
patient
to grow
so slow
to wreck
a sec
lumbered
plundered
fauna
flora
morel's
bluebells
evolved
dissolved
churned
burned
debate
to late
no right
to blight
plan 'A'
no way
plan 'B'
plan 'C'
clever
never
morrows
sorrows
of snaggled toe
ten ragged nails,
her bedtime woe
his humor fails,
oh, feet of ice!
oh, careless sleep!
oh, what fell price
for cruel Morpheus's leap?
to kick, a shove
betwixt linen's divide,
sore test of love
for this jaded dusky bride,
unspoken ire
with mantle clutched,
eye dark pools of fire
on pillows crutched,
sunset duel fought fair
with unmoved snoring grouch,
with lumbered glare
retired to hushed and waiting couch.
the pumpkin coach pulled up next to the eerie haunted manse
A footman leapt off of the driver’s seat, with nary a glance
The ghoul who exited gave us a high five and a tiny dance
Before she leapt into party mode and lumbered off in a prance.
It was Hallow’s Eve night, in the city, for sure.
The goblins and witches were heading in, not so pure.
Ghostly entities would not wait for the party to occur.
They were as excited as their furry familiars who purr.
Early in a damp woodsman's camp
seeing sawyers from a logging town
to stop the conversation bogging down
as asked my age among other things
I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,'
then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed
made a bee-line through the trees
so as not to lose my noggin
when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe
I ducked and dodged his mighty swing
which (in a nonce) saved my bacon (and my bonce)
and them's the actual facts
They thought in a dance they'd engage
As they lumbered about in a rage
These two with their scales
Thrashed about with their tails
Shook the ground in this pre-human age
They be-bopped with all of their might
These beasts that were really a sight
Not known for their grace
These giants saved face
By causing each other dire fright
So into the night they would dance
A sort of behemoth romance
They made history
An unsolved mystery
And quite a bizarre circumstance!