Short Middles Poems
Short Middles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Middles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Middles by length and keyword.
I’m still rags all over
with holes where other people have
love stuffed in
warming their middles,
I get to feeling tired of it
being cold in patches
skittles got ambushed by slap happy griddles
bending and bowing, flexible in their middles
happy tea dunkers hung upside down from the piddles
consternated, I played six of my craziest fiddles
teacher was astounded; her name is McLiddles
orchestra complete, we thanked the musical griddles.
On an October afternoon
a breeze sweeps the land
a chill descends
under a cover of clouds.
Clouds linger in the sky
well into the day
a sense of doom
a passage of the season.
The season weighs upon me
a whisper of my many lives
memories of time
as I tell my stories.
My stories each possess
beginnings, middles, ends
all passages borne
on an October afternoon.
You ooze
Like the macaroon middles
You so delicately designed
Your hazelnut centre
Crushed
Encased by something slightly more than air
Jaws biting down
Of those around you
All those hours
Gone
In a single swallow
Empty plate gratification
Sweet salvation
For a macaroon moment
Gone from now
As you lie in bed
Eating your cake
The others made
Not nearly as tenderly
It never tastes as good alone
Underclass ; a running box that middles
the center of a (not)living room.
Kidney table; an African girl beams
down into the smoke
an ashtray of burnt souls.
Faces full of thin beer admire
the box lights of the estate,
double binds, grins, hopless rutting.
Far ; the black flat of fields
owls and air, silence.
male woodland elf with your handsome smile
frolicking between oaks and maples
shimmering green and silver leaves with pride
hugging willow trees around their middles
leaving the purple violets wanting more
as fey as gnomes, faeries, and brownies
i sense you slipping in and out of the forest in silence
delighting in the mushrooms and the mosses
intriguing the innocence of the woods
playing your mesmerizing melodic flute
Iridescent wings of rainbow hues
Flitter amongst the lily pads
Will she light or is this a drive by?
Dragonfly sighs upon finding the delicate pinks
Their yellow middles calling to her shy side
She decides to stay for a few minutes
The frogs go silent; no more croaking
There is a delicate fragrance in the air
Is it cherry blossoms or the lily pads themselves?
Dragonfly cannot leave yet.
She feels rested in this tranquil place.