Short Mannerisms Poems
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You have your Grampa's eyes.
You've got his easy smile and mannerisms.
You radiate contagious good humour.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
middle school
girls become imitators
copying mannerisms and styles
mimicking those they admire
often losing their own identity for a year or two
sad pretenders, not living up to themselves yet
I have a best friend
A look alike
An admirer
She has my face
Her freckles, her laugh, her mannerisms are also mine.
People asked me what having an identical twin feels like.
It feels like love, I say.
My lonely mind
It cannot forget you
Your ways
Your mannerisms
So emblazoned in my brain
Deeply seeded
To grow new memories
And new thoughts
To pollute my mind
With images of you
And the way things were
Form:
I do not love you
because of your particular
physical features
your personality
your mannerisms
your thoughts
your actions
your dress
your friends
your parents
your past
or your future
I love just you
His appearance was overbearing
for a small guy.
He had the aspect of a Pitbull
playfully chewing on a horses leg,
the pugnacious look
of a blowfish in heat.
When I studied his mannerisms
I was reminded of - me.
Her moves carry the grace of an angel
Her quite mannerisms more so attract
Her easy manner makes her a fav one
Her ways and means allure in promise
Hers' is a gracious essence that attracts
Her charming light I now so daily desire
Her mannerisms personality HER talk HER walk The way SHE MOVES! That's the Beginning of FALLING for HER....
VOICE! The mildness of it. Even when that musical
instrument rises higher . HER WAYZ AMAZE! This IS WOMAN-- THE
FEMININE MYSTIQUE!
She had an adorable cheekiness
Impish mannerisms, coquettish way
There was a fresh earnestness about her
She was not a rogue, but close
Loveable as a three-month-old puppy
With ginger hair instead of fur
And those large chocolate puppy-dog eyes
an inclination
to
reclusivity,
leave
everything
to chance,
for a
quiet life:
the solitude
alleviates
the need
to talk:
complex
in mannerisms
passive
sensitive
conceptual
articulate
living
at the margins
Poetry
Polite mannerisms
Often go unnoticed or ignored
Elephant trumpeters marching in the room
Talk of fiction and tall tales
Regarded as falsehoods or popular talk
Your voice and perspective counts a whole lot
Marckincia Jean
Acrostic
10/02/19
I listened to you.
I put on your shoes,
Walked a couple miles.
Mimicking you mannerisms and style.
I saw what you see
It's obvious life is cheap.
I listened to you,
Put thought in your critique.
Now I'm lost more than before.
I'm in need of help?
Do you not hear my screams.
Can you ignore cause you can't see.
I listened to you.
Now can you listen to me
the way you walk, and talk
is at the mercy of tides and shifting dunes
the foibles,
the characteristically odd ways
of your individual life
its mannerisms and behavioral peculiarities
will fall away by and by
and what will be left
is this perfect alien species
formed by your every dazzle and daze
a translucency
all shall recognize as themselves
You stir your latte slowly
an old habit of yours
a delicate studied frown.
I wonder when your mannerisms
became perfectly packaged
fashion statements?
When did you turn a camera
inwards into your scripted life?
Just when did you begin
to act-out this caricature?
As you turn your spoon,
as you gather together
your carefully prepared replies,
my interest in you
flat-lines.
Hold your head up brother and stick your chest out
for you are somebody
whether you know it or not feel it or not. Believe it or not.
Its time to unlearn what was learned and reprogram
what was programmed into you because you are breaking cycles of old habits,
patterns, mannerisms,
belief systems and ways of being.
As iron sharpens iron a bond
stronger than steel is being made.
stop connecting
dinner plates.
There is no room
for nourishment
or meaning.
Forget dessert.
I will be there.
Let me dance naked.
I will be raw
and incorrect.
I am full of manic
mannerisms
and dramatic
gestures
that dance,
however desperately.
Tomorrow
I will edit
the imperfections.
Today,
let it be
in the uneaten peas
on a plate.
The errors
illustrate me.
He's found another heart to devour.
Reciting the perfect words, perfecting gentle mannerisms.
Cleverly burrowing his way in.
Feeding off the shadows of weakness.
Eating the beat of the flesh.
Making its way into the center.
Seducing embers deep within its heart cage.
Then licking it into pieces.
He carries no oxygen,
only the soil of past conquests.
He's your latest heartworm,
your sticky rosary of death.
I am stuck in the Eighties
I am being reminded of you
Every memory of Sherri
Is being invited and excited by
Emmaleigh
She looks so much like you
My dear Sherri
So much it's scary
Her reminder of you
Leads me to the times of our younger selves
In the depths of memories I delve
Even her mannerisms
Remind me of you
Every time I see Emmaleigh
I am taken back to when we
Met [fourscore and seven] in Germany
Society wants to stick me into a chair and label me.
I think it is hilarious.
I have an identical twin.
If they gave us each ten labels, we would not end up with
a single one that is the same.
We have the same face, laugh, voice, and mannerisms.
Society would not understand.
For they are not us.
They cannot get into our mind.
They want to tear our hearts out by labelling us.
We are the same in this only.
We both laugh at her.
Mid morning in the now leafy white poplar, tall and symmetrical,
four flashing light and dark magnificent magpies tea leaf, steal the
mannerisms of tinier wagtails by moving their tails up and down dancing
around from branch to branch leading following each other and chattering
away as though they have nothing else to do all day, for on this lovely day
their instincts start to do what all other young adult creatures do in Spring.
Mafiosos love fat women insecure sensitive vulnerable this allow the men to pounce at strip clubs sadly all the women in my family are small size 7 shoes Italian Irish American women I cater to the mannerisms of mafia wise guys needing full figures fat women giving them an excuse to pounce I'm truly blessed natural nubian Halle Barry figure however I dress down not to attract mafia prey does that make sense I'm wrapped in the finest garments
an inclination
to
reclusivity,
leave
everything
to chance,
for a
quiet life:
the solitude
alleviates
the need
to talk:
complex
in mannerisms
passive
sensitive
conceptual
articulate
living
at the margins
the wind's kiss
wayward,
lingered:
in the sudden
solitude
confidence
was restored,
the conflict
forgotten,
the unknown
opaque.
I turn
my face unto
the 'morrow..
with hope
Her hands appeared empty at my first glance
I walked in her direction for a look
A little bit shy but I took a chance
I then noticed she was holding a book
When she looked in my eyes my insides shook
I gathered my courage to say hello
Would she talk to me I really hoped so
I was so thankful she treated me nice
Her mannerisms were easy and slow
Seeing that book helped me to break the ice
Inspired to try this form by Russell Silvey. Thanks for the explanation Russell
the confidence of my heart is going blind
since you crept away from my existence
the advancing state of my loneliness leaves my sanity in a bind
i am feeling blue all over with no hint of resistance
the smell of your sweet scent drives the last calm elements in a rage
now that all feelings that i once felt has no sense of meaning
i might as well be a moping misanthrope locked up infinitely in a cage
i am now driven to childlike mannerisms with an odd obsession for weaning
Superbly agile and acrobatic creatures.
Quirky zigzag moves and mannerisms.
Unique techniques for stealing seeds and nuts.
Incredibly strong front incisors that keep growing.
Really smart, mischievous and very entertaining.
Ready to rob and tackle any bird feeder, even squirrel proof.
Extremely resilient during harsh winters.
Loud chirping and chattering when near by.
Sometimes they are white, but mostly grey, red or brown.