Short Mon Poems

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


Mon Dieu

Si chaleureux
Avec espoir
Tu me fais croire
Prière à genou
Parmis nous
Soleil qui brille
Continue à m'écrire
Bien rédiger
Nous allons riens manqués
Un avenir de bonheur
À ouvrirs des coeurs


Premium Member Hoots Mon

In Scotland the reindeer arrived at a canter And Rudolph gave Santa some humorous banter His outfit was red But sat on his head A bright ginger wig and an old Tam O’ Shanter
25 November 2022 Contest: A Funny Christmas Limerick Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Mon Amour

~Mon Amour~


             I adore my lover! 
             So enticingly, bubbly,
             A spiritual heart!
             A philosophical Greek.
             When he dances, the stars sing.

 
         
              November 30, 2019

     


              Tanka
Form: Tanka

Mon Ami

I needed a friend
but knew not what it was;
indeed had never known.
Needed a lesson,
required a teacher
to show, instruct.
She stood on my toes
which were in her way
that day -
damned if I knew why
because I was wined ?
Come and tell me who
understands just what it is.
Period.

Marilyn Mon-Whoa

WHOA!!!
I say loudly
As she passed me by
Girl,
You look like Marilyn Monroe
Glamorous through my eyes
Her shirt was black
With spaghetti straps
And a white tee underneath
Tight beige pants
Turning heads, causing cramps
I hear someone grinding teeth

OH, 
That's me!!!!!


Jared Pickett......09'


Cool Mon

I left a climate control area
Not even air-conditioned just fans Mon
When eye got outside it was hot Mon
Eye placed my shades my sunglasses on mon
Now im cool mon 
It’s not meant to replace sweat Mon
Or Chinese food
It’s cool to be cool Mon
Even for a little
Even for a Mon 
Its hot Mon
It’s cool
mon

Premium Member Adieu, Mon Capitan

Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,

Your voyage, hence has ended,

This Voyager, once befriended.

Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,

The thrill for you, sailed the Seven Seas,

The will of crew, ever would appease.

Adieu Ami, Mon Capitan,

Your ship and crew behind you,

May Heaven soon remind you.
Form: Rhyme

Obsessed

Soft hands, intertwined with mine,
Increasing my grip, for we have no time.

Your bright eyes, your beautiful smile,
Down to my knees, I fall again.

Mon amour, you belong to my heart,
A tear falls to the thought of our depart.

Your soft hug comforting my wounds,
But I can't seem to let go of you...
Form: Rhyme

Mon Frere

Mon frère


T*ts and a$#
Hips and thighs.
I look at you 
In surprise.

For i am more,
These things don't define me.
Wanna know the score?
Strength, courage-intellect combine me.

So please, reflect on Your flaws,
This burden's not mine to bare.
These mistakes are yours
We're all us born equal Mon frère.
Form: Rhyme

Mon Mourning

Dogs howl, people also,
that moonful yowl is a sustaining thread,
a link to soul.

Most folks beat the bushes
looking for God knows what?

Only those who've done with howling
get it -got it - know it -
they've got that sustaining thread,

even so, now and again,
everyone’s still got to bay a bit,

just like any other dawg,
even so.

A Mon Stalker

S'il vous plaît nous 
laisser seuls déjà
Nous en avons assez de vous
Vous avez consacré votre temps 
à nous harceler
Veuillez simplement nous 
laisser tranquilles maintenant
Vous avez fait tout son 
pour nous intimider
Votre obsession avec moi
est dangereuse
Veuillez simplement nous 
laisser seuls
Surtout s'il vous plaît laisse 
mes enfants seuls
Merci'
Form: Concrete

Premium Member Mon Paris

My love, I cherish
Your words
Your thoughts
Your soft lips

My love
I cherish the walks
The soft winds of fall
le jardin, L'eau

The flowers in bloom
The cafes and cloudy skies
Madeleine, columns of the past
Your eyes, holding on, to the last

The streets so vibrant, your touch at my side
And as we stroll along life's garden paths
Your soul sings in silence
Paris at last

Premium Member Mon Cherie Amour

Mon Cherie Amour

Always in my heart....you beat,
Like a drum being played in 
summer’s heat.
Cymbals I do lovingly hear, 
Whenever our naked toes are near.

You, the ever-present, inspiration.
The driving force, behind my simple, 
poetic creations.

I wonder oft, are my poems dull or 
boring?
I shan’t apologize, as my wish, is
to set other souls soaring.

           
                11/14/2021
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mon Chevalier

He rides laughter like he owns it
exclamation marks
exhileration online

Mon chevalier galant
who uses music for shield
pen for glaive

Who writes warmth
through cold white days
and sometimes silence

He'll walk out of his books
mon d'Artagnan
to conquer me...

... he thinks. But has forgotten
que je me suis rendu 
il y a longtemps


***

Copyright © Darren White 
January 24, 2017

Rio De Janeiro Mon Amour

The Christ
      outstretched
      arms

      greets
      all
      people

      chinese
      White
      afro

      there in
      low
      bay

      Beach
      impressive
      glow

      Rio
      welcomes
      all

      sacrum
      mantle
      praise

      without
      creed
      color

      Rio
      kiss
      all

     with lovely
     cheerful
      mouth...!

Mon Ami

A true friendship is the place you go home to
When peace you cannot find. 
It keeps a part of your soul
And is never far from your mind.
A true friend will forever forgive you 
And never count how many times. 
They will teach you how to 
Make limeade when all life gives you is limes. 
When you are hurting in your own little hell,
No matter how far you may stray,
The truest of friends who knows you so well,
 Will always know exactly what to say.
Form: Ballad

Un Poeme Pour Mon Pays

Un poème pour mon pays

Chère patrie

Le berceau de races
Vous êtes parmi les nombreuse
Avec une grande diversité de vue 
Dans ce mulâtre des langues occidentales

Oh grand triangle!
Tu te lèves et te couches
Comme les marées océaniques
Dans ce beau paysage
En patois et en cultures

Dis-moi que tu n'es pas corrompu
Refuse la discrimination raciale
Pays de paix
Rivière de crevettes, Afrique en miniature

Oh Cameroun mon beau pays !

Pokey Mon



He just can’t seem to control himself,
always placing his hands on someone else
Poking around in sensitive places,
mon dem fingers love groping at de silk laces

Always has a salacious sneer 
to offer reluctant gender opposites
Mon loves giving a lewd leer,
as his prurient poking never quits

Pokey sits pouting in a pokey today ...
in de dog pound there’s a lot of strays
Mon don’t feel bad for him, no — 
he in de right place where de social trash go

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