Short Moans Poems

Short Moans Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Moans by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Moans by length and keyword.


Fair O Moans

Its difficult to be true
When lust gets the best of you
So swallow your pride
And enjoy the ride
It could be your last great screw!
Form: Limerick


Fairy Moans

Cupid's arrows soar through the air
Like pheromones seeking despair
"To know the truth,"
Says Dr. Ruth,
"Like it or not, we need to share!"
Form: Limerick

Makita Ii: Black Moans

Hazel mirrors glisten

In pages of tribulation

Taciturn apparitions moan

Designing rueful brands of sin

Upon the shaken sands she weaves

As she is forsaken

To drink of harrowing memories
sad
Form: Verse

Premium Member Moans and Groans

We've become moaners,
Grumpy and groaners,
We talk lots of piffle
We cough, and we sniffle.
We mumble and grumble,
We are not very humble
Sighing and crying
There's no denying
We've become apathetic
That is pathetic
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tongues Speak the Language of Moans

Moonlight blushed as passion heightened Hormones raged in aged bodies Tongues spoke the language of moans Fingers roamed across wrinkled plateaus and into deep creviced valleys Flesh was heated, engorged with anticipation... We did not go gently into that good night Morning found us entwined, weary and sated.
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Premium Member Where My Writing Moans

 
Dearest sister, if you are reading this-   I have passed on,
will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon;
      the stone that marks my decaying bones,
              where my writing ever moans . . . 

___________________________ 
April 21, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/Where My Poetry Moans
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1136-387-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Excerpt from my poem, Muse, A Sweet Bird Flown
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Phero-Moans

“Phero-moans”

Oh, joy
the skunk is back.
No one has seen her
yet all know she’s here.
There is just an air
about her
that turns the head
(and stomach).
She is so cute
that wiggle waddle,
those cute eyes,
fluffy tail,
magnificent
white racing stripe.
Her rather overpowering
femme fatale
pheromonal presence
assaults the unsuspecting.
A sensually aromatic
two by four
come hither.
I think the dog
just had his heart broken.


John G. Lawless
2/20/2018

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