Short Mittens Poems
Short Mittens Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mittens by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mittens by length and keyword.
frost colored leaves crumble beneath my feet
low november clouds above
chilliness in the air
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
kittens and mittens,
claws and paws,
look at that messy yarn all over the barn,
all over the barn,
look at the kittens fur so high,
why the puppies chase them!
Form:
An old lady in Cincinnati
Is mean, vindictive and chatty
She has fifty-three kittens
She calls them all Mittens
It’s no wonder she’s frazzled and catty
2/11/22
An old lady in Cincinnati
is mean, vindictive and chatty
She has fifty-three kittens
She calls them all Mittens
It’s no wonder she’s frazzled and catty
Written 3/19/22
Lined up like third-graders
on the fence of a deserted ballfield
after a week of Indian summer –
cast-off sweaters, mittens, coats.
From a treetop, birds recite
the morning lesson.
Bundled in mittens and ****,
A scarf on my face to my nose,
My breath coming out in a puff
And icicles under my toes –
It’s winter, and I’m about froze!
for Andrea's Catch-Phrase contest
Three ducks waddling through the snow
I see their bare feet and hope they do not have far to go
Where is the pond? Is their habitat gone?
I wish they had mittens, coats and tiny boots on
Soft and pink little mittens
on a hands of an angel,
reminds me of a delightful feeling
when I gave life last December.
Four pairs of little mittens,
made my life a worth to remember.
woodlands wait by the edge
where sassafras' three-lobed foliage flares up
like mittens in striking papaya and gold
tiger butterflies, squirrels, and birds flock
beguiled by the pendulous clusters of berries
When I am working in the kitchen
Removing my warm mittens
Pouring and measuring
Mixing and stirring
Preparing a sumptuous meal
Of some curry or veal
And when asked for seconds
My eyes glitter like diamonds
gloves are bodyguards
that guard the skin against scratch ~
like shield against itch
January 16, 2023
Of What Use Are Gloves To Fingers That Only Understand Mittens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
toasty variegated yarn from Oskaloosa
the hues of colors
red blue yellow green
knitting needles are clicking along
warm mittens and slippers
afghans and shawls
a dress for a toddler
clickety clack clickety clack
My hands are cold today
Is it freezing outside?
I open the door and wind hits me hard
My head whips back
I thought spring was here
Until it arrives, I am keeping this door closed
And wearing mittens made by grandma
they were staying at grandma’s when mama had her litter
She was knitting a green sweater, their sweet babysitter
Who is the yarn puller? She asked both of the kittens.
If you keep doing that, you will not get any mittens!
Dazzle, Delight and Diamond, of the same litter,
Snow faeries teach others to make snow into blue-white glitter.
Enjoying winter, especially when the cold is bitter,
They are wearing snow mittens from a well-known knitter.
grandma's warm mittens
reflect love in icicles-
angel in the snow
*My daughter wears mittens my grandma made for me in 1983*
January 10, 2017
man.....grab dos taters
odda won....they hot potatas, day hot potattas!
man.. pick dos mattos
odda won...day hot potttas, day hot potattas!
drums & horns. wook, wook, whirl!
rest o them.... day hot pottatas, day hot pottatas!
I am a mitten knitter
And I love mitten knitting
I knit to keep your hands warm during those long cold winter nights
I am a mitten knitter
And I love knitting mittens
Mitten knitting and knitting mittens is my passion
I am a mitten knitter
Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!
Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!
Whistle... and I'll come to you...
Through the sea, across the land
And with my mittens,
Warm your hand
[Inspired by reading "S.O.S. Titanic" by Eve Bunting. Read it to see.
This is dedicated to them, it is not a poem from me to anyone else.]
Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens as well as coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!
Oh, this lovely warming trend,
mild temperatures wind does send,
flowers bud and birds awaken,
snows are past, to be forsaken,
sweaters are shed, and mittens too,
sky is now a beautiful blue,
but most of all, I think you’ll guess,
I like that now---people wear less.
Both black and white
Kittens wearing pink
Mittens, sit playfully,
While facing the
Enchanted mirror
To their great surprise,
Those lovely kitten eyes
Witness a paper tiger
Appearing in the mirror
With a great big
Cheshire cat smile
Then, asking, who
Are you
Came
snow flakes
onto hands
grown arthritic,
hands wanting mittens.
Flaunting, frigid Mother
displaying her wicked winds
with a thoughtless ferocity.
Only a crackling fire brought
a heart lifting in anticipation.
for Constance "Let It Snow" contest