Short My Style Poems
Short My Style Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about My Style by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about My Style by length and keyword.
I like to chuckle, laugh or smile,
As being glum just aint my style.
21st August for Seren’s What Makes You Tick contest
you're my style
lets talk awhile
love your smile
you got a love child
around you too
i feel so free
you were
MADE FOR ME
When i twist to the right i turn
When i twist to the left i return
Blows of love twist
I dance and feast
It's my style and turn
Freed to be who I really am you see
thus my art folio came to be
Figuratives portraits all spontaneous
my style now extemporaneous
Are really running a great race;
Trying to challenge your pace,
Can't wait;
Poem initiate,
With all of my style and grace.
Jim Horn
Haven't written a poem in quite a while;
That is not normally or usually my style,
Must begin,
Writing again,
And maybe many more I must compile.
Jim Horn
Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies day for a while
Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while
“Attic Salt” by definition means “refined incisive wit”
Finally found a description for my style, I admit
Not bragging or such
Just adding my touch
It's why I'm a sweetheart, now don't give me no lip
A rhyming scheme defines my style
Where magic drips on quill’s potion,
If quintains and sonnets beguile
Hands pray for meter’s salvation,
This secret I keep, to win the throne!
Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round Five
Been kinda political lately, that's sure not my style
But some things outrage me, so I'm standing in the aisle
Yelling “stop this guff
Had more than enough
Need a break and common sense to prevail for a while!”
“Attic Salt” by definition means “refined incisive wit”
Finally found a description for my style, must admit
Not bragging or such
Just adding my touch
It's why I'm a sweetheart, now don't give me your lip
grin
I had a good friend once
Who always looked for my smile
He’d ask why I’d be frowning
I said “I guess that’s just my style”
He asked me why, I said
"I've been walking for miles
On a lonely road
That’s kept me sad for a while.”
Form:
Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not out on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while
© Jack Ellison 2015
My style
Big smile
In place
On face
My task
Wear mask
Hide fears
And tears
Feel down
Big frown
Must smile
A while
Have fun
In sun
Sunshine
Feel fine
Look great
Thanks mate!
Jan Allison
23rd August 2014
I've been writing poems
For nigh on Fifty Years
I've made people laugh
And brought them close to tears
But when asked, what's my style
This is all that I can say
According to 'The Soup'
It looks like it's N/A
by JTCurtis lol.
How Alone Am I
How Sad Am I
You never Know
I never Show
You Smile WIth A Shine
I Smile with Wine
Your Enthralling Eyes
Defines My Style
Missing you is my life
Yes I live, but I strife
Finding you beneath the stars
Misng You my life chars.
I thought for a while
Thought beyond my style
Thought about one person
Ended up cursing
But its alright
Hind sight
Remembering the flight
So I thought some more
Unlike before
Wishing I wasn't mad
Started laughing getting glad
And living
To blow my own trumpet is just not my style
But could you please place me on top of the pile?
My inbox is bulging with NAs galore
I'm begging you, Bobby,don't give me one more!
02.03.19
'I am a winner Poetry Contest' sponsored by Bobby May
sometimes when I'm wiggling
I get carried away and lose my self-control
start giggling
it is my style
to bring laughter as I cajole
a smile
there's worth
found in a soul
mirth
sometimes when I'm wiggling
to bring laughter as I cajole
mirth
I'm a dangerous man
I'm volatile,
I blow things up,
that's just my style.
I'm dynamite,
I'm TNT,
I'm your
nitroglycerine
remedy.
put me under your tongue
and then hold on,
I'm gonna blast you outta your
comfort
zone!
From my heart to the lines on this paper
i pour out my thoughts
my soul
so everyone can read
my mind
learn my strengths
my weaknesses
or simply mock my style
as i am one of a kind
different from the next
Free Your Mind contest
In your eyes I see a valley of hearts
Holding your hand and seeing you smile
Being in your arms is where the nights passion starts
You could buy me flowers and candy but that just lasts a while
Finishing my sentence and laughing in sync is more my style
10/27/2012
When you look me in my eyes
Does my color raise a brown?
I believe it's maybe my style and sophistication
Which makes you wonder how
I walk with my head held up
Pride embedded in my soul.
I am indeed a black girl to be reckon with
I am a black girl in control!
My voice is heard through a pen
Feelings spill time and again
Sorrow, laughter ~ verse and rhyme
Lines written in paradigm
When my pregnant thoughts are born
Ink is blood pricked by a thorn
Sonnets, Limericks beguile
Imagery behooves my style