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Short Moister Poems

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


Halloween Nightmare
Moister dripping
With eyes red
Lips quivering
Heart exploding
A soul with unrest

Sparkling eyes dimming
Smile disappearing
Tiny hands upon face
Squatting on her knees
A crushed fathers heart

I did not eat your Last
Peanut butter Cup...

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© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moister, holiday,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member First Day of Winter
First Day of Winter

First Day of Winter
Temperate dropping
First Day of Winter
Moister dripping
First Day of Winter
Cloudy skies
Spitting vertical drops of dew
Clear white crystalline drops dots of iced hues
Brrr!! it's cold
It's Winter
First Day of Winter

12/21/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©...

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Categories: moister, analogy, weather, winter,
Form: Free verse
Relishing Cake
Have you ever been told that you want your cake and to eat it to.
Well of course, I do.
A Tres Leche cake…you would too.

A moister cake…there is none.
This cake is creamy, dreamy, and fun.

This cake almost melts on your tongue.
Three kinds of milk are soaked in this sponge.

Fruit and, whipped icing, blankets the top…
If my mouth could dance, it would be-bop....

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Categories: moister, food,
Form: Rhyme
Raisin Wrath
Black heart shriveled by pain                                                                                           
a world to lose a God to gain                                                                                       
Sour raisin repent and be replenished                                                                           
before last moister squeezed it is finished...

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© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: moister, allegory, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Corruption of the Mental State
In the corruption of the mental state, 
Everyone's body is packed in a crate. 
Torn to pieces and thrown away,
No, this is part of everyday. 

Shadows creeping closer, 
Your eyes getting moister. 
Don't try to cry, 
You'll all eventually DIE. 

In the corruption of my mind, 
You all think I'm very kind. 
It's a mistake to try and hurt me, 
This is everything I wanted to be. 

Rotting in my insanity, 
Don't pull me out, let me be. 
This is the best, 
Better than all my rest....

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Categories: moister, horror, how i feel,
Form: Free verse




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