Short Mangling Poems
Short Mangling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mangling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mangling by length and keyword.
***** Trump Is Dangling
As usual ***** Trump again is dangling,
And several deals he will be wrangling;
Deep in debt;
Suitors upset;
Minds of many more has been mangling.
Jim Horn
A distraught driver drove to Dover
Running roughshod in his Rover,
Crushing cultivated clover,
Mangling marigolds, moreover,
Pancaking progeny of plover.
Liquor-laden lies to lover;
Outcome: outed, ousted, over.
Life is the fragile substance
the only that can
disappear in a breath
and make a bluster
in the silence
mangling multiples
hearts
Married by the same pain.
Cavewoman, sitting in her cave
Angry as hell: her best spear did stave
Vinny the Caveman is at fault
Eagerly chasing deer, he failed to halt
Witness what happened next
Oh, his mighty muscles did flex
Mangling the staff
And breaking that gaff
Never thinking of Rita's best spear!
TO THINK
the frequent mangling
thoughtful tangling
factuation intensified by the love of the wise, is no wiseman at all, but
a commoner sequence going on and on. resplendent is the word,
complex is the verb. and the orderly brain functions that allow your
nerves to feel all is the fall.
ADEC Visions (adecvisions.com)
The cat and the dog are wrangling
I see a paw hit the canine.
A row and now a tangling.
I put my bet on the feline.
My job is to see no mangling
and not one hit at all is fine.
The cat is now fandangoing
to put the big dog in line.
How did I get in the jumble?
I try to get out and I fumble.
Hit by the cat, I tumble.
Tit and tat is elemental.
I say to the cat, "be gentle"
It may be the dog is mental.
4/7, 16
Paisley bow-tie
orange socks
polka-dot knickers
suspenders dangling
Crazy Marvin's
testing 'wonder-drugs'
to get his bank
account jangling
Clouds of smoke
puffs of steam
strange whistles
bells jangling
Delirious, dizzy
all in a tizzy
Marvin's predictably
mangling
A formula for
the tutti-frutti, raspberry
bubble-gum serum
he's angling
To shove down
my throat ~
Help me!
I'm strangling
My mangling of words
begins again.
I chain up syllables
and thrash them with punctuation,
twisting them into
emotion,
stitching them together
to offer to you.
Severed letters
pile on the bloody floor.
Keeping only
the oozing essence of the body
I lay them
quivering
on the page.
They beg you to read them,
(save them),
but they can expect
a lifetime of torture
until I lay with
my dark mistress
in the earthly bed.