Short Mannerisms Poems

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Premium Member Ethan

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
Form: Other


Premium Member middle school girl imitators

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

Premium Member It Feels Like Love

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

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:

Premium Member I Love Just You

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


A Certain Aspect

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.

A Flutter Of Wings

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

Premium Member Woman: The FEMININE Mystique

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!

Premium Member Adorable as a Puppy

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

Premium Member Artistic Foibles

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
Form: Verse

Poetry

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
Form: Acrostic

Listen

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

By and By

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

Meeting You Again

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.

Breaking Cycles

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.

Premium Member Colors and songs

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.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member He's Your Heartworm

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.

Premium Member Ode to Sherri

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
Form: Ode

Premium Member Society Wants To Label People

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.

Wagtails

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.
© Peter Dorr  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I wish I was fat for the mafia

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
Form: Lay

Premium Member Living Today

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
Form: Verse

Premium Member Ice Breaker

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
Form: Dizain

The Confidence of My Heart Is Going Blind

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
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Squirrels

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.
Form: Acrostic

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