Short More Or Less Poems
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Where will we be tomorrow?
Will you care more or less?
Have you decided you love me?
I certainly won't settle for less
reduction, deduction
less and less intake
more and more output
weight watchers
reach their goal
more or less
February 22, 2020
what a wondrous gift you've granted me
the right to live with heart set free
no need to try, no need to be
no more or less than I may be
More or less..
It be time we dressed !
I confess, It's the best Mistress !
It's pointless.. I missdress..
Nevertheless !
We shall wait
Form:
The more I do, the less is new
The less I do, the more for you
The less I do, the more is new
The more I do, the less to chew
Spring ahead Fall back
Its time to set your clocks back!
One hour more or less
You may catch up on your rest
So that now you look your best...
Brian Strand loved his poetry organic
reciting on youtube,his choice pick
with blogs&contests today does confess
to thousands thereof, more or less
drinking wine in my new stemless
less is more
more or less
the stem that is
swim in the stemless
with
wine turned to water
exception: celebration
the puzzle that’s life~
gathered bits and pieces
fitting more or less
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on March 3, 2020
Brian Strand loved his poetry organic
reciting on youtube,this choice pick
along with blogs&contests today does confess
to thousands thereof, more or less
All my poems are about me
All your poems are about you
all my poems are about you
all your poems are about me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and six billion others, more or less
Pink fancy soap often left an unused scent sensation,
More or less aesthetic used only as a pink decoration
Upon the left back corner of the vanity mirror and sink.
Les Moore went down to the liquor store
But then wound up passed out on the floor
He woke Gin anointed
And guite disappointed
So I guess you might say less is more
A guestimate is more or less what the price will be ~~
and more is what it always costs me!
Written April 21, 2021
M/s Gauthier requests six lines of poetry
No more or less.
A bite-size Poem that's small, I guess
I cannot think of a thing to write.
Line, you will have to be content with just one bite.
You be like my coffee!
Hotter than my cup.
Perfect sweetness, nothing more or less.
Darker and deeper thoughts and stronger to face my mood swings.
Warmth is by heart and not by touch!
Unconventionally more,
more or less.
More isn’t much more,
nor is less anymore less.
Time and faith,
maintaining keen perspective.
Inconspicuously but fundamentally,
it is... undeniably more.
Evermore was all I ever wanted.
All I ever wanted was you forever more.
But you insisted, “Less is more.”
Less is, more or less, all you ever gave me.
And all you ever gave me left me cold forever more.
Lacerate the boils from resplendent shades.
The skeletal wolves tremble from nose to tail.
Vomit soaked in blinded lips.
I echo the thoughts of a maniac.
But they differ greatly.
For I am more or less humane.
How would you feel after a year on the ISS
The word “giddy” comes to mind quite obvious I guess
Earth would be welcome
Even with all it's bedlam
Falling on my insanely gorgeous face more or less
longllved
steady
aloof
more or less
solid
seldom stifiled
ever
open
&candid
animated
never vague
effective
with stature
&compare
never
immodest
always
erudite
&
never
errant
Know about this place
in its own glory and grace
an alluring site more or less.
Chose spot on stream strand
Hope, that will be Great and Grand
to exchange our first errand.
There is a monster in Loch Ness
Which has been seen, more or less
And tourists flock with cameras zoomed
To be quite expensively roomed
And even if the photo shows a grey, grained blotch
At least the bar sells a lot of Scotch.
Betsy Ross sewed the US flag with ease
Fellow countrymen were more or less pleased
A Scotsman stole her design
His wife sewed something so fine
Flags doubling as kilts ~ Waving in the breeze
I am nobody, nothing more or less
than a pathetic line of symmetry.
In this paradox of existence,
a listless, feeble entity.
I am nothing more , and nobody
for the universe to see.
A dissonant heap of dust,
and never a beloved priority.