Short Messy Poems
Short Messy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Messy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Messy by length and keyword.
His life was messy as hell
Because he didn't live well
He looked at me with such hate
Because I would never give him a date
Youngin Greg found an egg
Struck it with his mummy's peg,
Only taking one baby stroke
Out came the gooey yolk
Running down his leg.
I once had a buddy named Bob
He was an unbearable slob
I pressed him a suit
And dressed him up cute
He dirtied it quickly, the knob.
Bessie, out hiking, had to pee,
She glanced about, choosing a tree;
To her distress
She made a mess:
Windward, she’d squatted, not alee.
How arrogant is your jaundiced eye!
Let's humble it with a slap of pie!
Written on 11/22/2015
messy with a capital P
That to me is creativity
persnickety muse showing mean to me
being the best grizzly bear I can be
I am in love with creativity
Cleaning
Under the greasy stove
Behind the washer and dryer
Inside the smelly refrigerator
Under the bed where the best shirts hide
Such a mood lifter
Cleaning
Washing coffee-stained cups, greasy frying pans and big pots is a very simple chore;
leaving a pile when turning the faucet on may clog the sink and cause a messy gore!
Messy dark hair or mischievous eyes,
it could be my bite on your cheek.
Pluck that’s one in a million
tests all your self control.
A ‘Follow me’ smirk
so compelling
is a spell
to crave
me.
fighting hate with hatred
leaves us hateful and hated
Matthew 5:44 But I say to you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
Messy? A child at home word.
Not this crone's, outside.
Whose own litter, leaf ,log-felled
When least by repelled.
Whilst strewed with shrieked delight, not
Demented fury!
And heard, laughed for us, as sore;
Kicked through; and jumped o'er!
Righteous cleaning crusade clashes,
Make sure that your mania matches.
All must serve at our behest!
In this unbound purging quest.
Others' motives be assumed,
Adverse dispositions doomed.
Blame, demands, uncaring halts,
Justified by end results.
Just because I've got messy hair doesn't make me a bad person
Imagine if I ran around reciting Skakespeare t'would surely be worsen
The general public isn't ready
Would make most unsteady
Kiddies would cry, old people would turn to perversion
Messy,
Messy lives,
Tangled lines,
Often making strong distinctions,
Only after feeling underwritten,
Yes I've made some strong statements,
Now I see I needed them for grounding,
To be able to come back to center,
And not worry what yarns spin around me.
I Want to live this world amazingly
But the habit of overthinking
Has been making things messy
The what ifs are being overpowered
The big childhood dreams
Are being shattered
It's like living in a time loop
An unstoppable droll
To which I must reroute
May has dawned
with wind and whiskey
and sideways glances
a rendered heart
and maybe a start
with an eye for details
i would love to see your
entrails up close
if they were spilt and split
with a sigh from the hilt
they would smile with a
turn from my hand
Messy house
Messy floor
Messy porch
Messy door
Messy mania
Alive and well
Chaos is where
I like to dwell
Chaos is my usual norm
Without chaos, I am forlorn
Messy is what makes me think
Messy makes me feel pink
Messy chaos
Messy me
This is how
I like to be.
grandma, She rises from her gentle bed,
grandma, With thoughts of kittens in her head,
grandma, She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Lower face, lips jaw sticky/messy..
You see granny had forgotten her "teeth" on the night stand..next to a jar of taffy.
6/1/19
Easter eggs and rabbit's feet
Are quite easy to be found
Nice to find an Easter treat
When the bunny comes around
Children laugh and children sing
When they find some colored eggs
Messy faces- bunny brings
With chocolate bods and legs
*(A, B, A, B) - (7 syllable count)
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If you are squeamish
you may not be ready to be a mother
babies are messy and smelly
their odors are horrible
they spit up and squirt out
your clothes will never be the same
toddlers eat dirt, sand and bugs.
there is no time to be finicky or prissy
the average person consumes eight spiders a year
in their sleep,
knowing this might make motherhood easier.
Outraged at what I saw
I covered my eyes and hardly peeked
I couldn’t believe the mess on the wall
And the way the kitchen sink had leaked
Damnnit Susie!
Damnnit Charles!
Go to your rooms,
And don’t you come back down to supper!
Removing my hand shakily
I began to clean what was in front of me
I started to get up angrily
How could my children do this to me!
The morning may be messy
For the people who commute,
With highways slick with ice
Before the snowplows clear the route.
For those who will be driving
Some anxiety’s at hand,
‘Cause Nature may disrupt
The travel that you might have planned.
Alternatives start floating –
Do you heed or take a chance?
The young may risk it but the wise
Bow down to circumstance.
So much patience is hidden behind the anxieties.
If one dives deep into the oceans of fear,
they get webbed up in fiery situations.
Miffed time tells some puzzled stories; people
love to laugh, but they get puzzled
in tears of glory.
It is the taste, but the taste of messy things
tastes like having heavy food. It can be digested
through struggle but with a positive mood.
A fraction of home,
Can she come to me? See?
Ignore the useless bodies,
They can’t have what’s mine.
Can’t even tell what’s a lie,
What is living? (Living, living, living.)
Why do you come back?
Dread is all it is,
It can’t hurt me, but my home SUFFERS
My hands are gross, coincide with my arm,
One is insecurity, the other is selfish.
Do you drag? Do you wait?
Why do you stall?
two milky way wrappers
how long have they been sitting here?
the paint has worn off the c and the v on this keyboard
wedged between keyboard and monitor is a small roll of toilet paper
I am such a pig
there is the washing machine oxygen powder
I wondered what happened to it
three notebooks and a sketch pad are propped up next to my typing fingers
three pairs of readers lollygag around here
I am such a pig