Short Nails Poems
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some look like tail
like a wail
they don't fail
to hurt
just stay alert
make sure
theyer in a pail
those
with
LONG NAILS
minded has a gloss
that show
i kept them clean
its part of my dream
its seen
to always have pail
to care for my
FINGER NAILS
i uese paint
i don't fsnit
to me theyer or a link
they help me think
am not kink
they never fail
i love
MY TOE
NAILS
35 years tonight without my mother,
Way longer than the time I spent with you,
Missing the fun we could have had,
db May 2014
or they clean
have a gleen
or a sheen
or is this just a drem
i thank of you
washing your in a pail
taken care of your
NAILS
Form:
its still builds
if you have the will
and the skill
than began
take it from friend
just fill the pail
or oder by mail
HAMMER AND NAILS
Pale pastel blue nails
As blue as translucent sea,
Waves pale as white sails,
Complimentary to toes
Matching my summer beach clothes.
some have them cleam
its not or dream
and not mean
to wash have at a stand
as you clean your hands
and dip in like a wail
its
NAILS AND PAIL
the hands
they can
do many things
also be in pain
wipe face if it rain
also protexes from snow hail
play music in a band
its
HANDS AND FINGERS NAILS
Look at those nails
I never saw anything like them
How do you open a door?
Make a hamburger
Thread a needle?
Type?
Hug a baby.
Without puncturing it?
highlighting red nails
while playing the piano
camera is mean
to the foreigner Minto
he can wear what nails he likes
7/25/2016
The Secret Service don't need to shout
They're randy buggers inside and out!
Wherever they go
The whole world will know
They got the girl (reeled in like a trout)!
If husband his nails gnawing like rabbit,
I show the way to quit nasty habit.
No point to treat poor husband with scoff
Just rip off his teeth, or nails his rip off !
to kept the clean
is not a dream
its not mean
and it not a tail
to have nice finger nail
you need the pot drop
water flows like a wail
for the
FINGER NAILS AND THE PAIL
My Nails Started Bighting
Things around now have tightened
And made it has made me fighting
Polls never seem to be fair
Also are hard to compare
My nails have started biting.
Jim Horn
young daughter
gives mom a pedicure
~ chores can wait
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on October 5, 2025 to contest MINI-KU sponsored by Charles Messina - RANKED 2ND
Trudy came to school wearing pink and orange nails.
Everyone asked who had done these for her.
We all made appointments.
Including me, and I do not let anyone paint my nails.
I just did not want to be left out.
Nails
Tool box
Where’s the hammer?
They take a good pounding.
Nails
Nails
Women speak
A good salon
Painted, polished, and glossed.
Nails
Nails
Lone tool
My worst nightmare
Clawing out of coffin
Nails
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Dust swirls where sandals
once pressed into thirsty earth~
now footprints vanish.
A voice whispers through the fig:
Child, why search among the dead?
Fingers
Long, slender
Tapping, painting, holding
Creating tiny canvases for my niece
Pinking, twinkling, glittering
Tiny, cherished
Nails
(A funny Tanka)
Innkeeper: Rooms $15
A night.It's $5 if you make
Your own bed.Guest says:
I'll make my own.Inkeeper:
"Great,"Get you some nails and wood!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September, 10,2014
My brother calls me "Hammer Head"
Cause I eat Nails !
My sister calls me "Tacky"
Cause I eat Nails !
My friends call me "Spike"
Just because I eat Nails !
Everyone says I am a
"glutton for punishment"
I just can't seem to stop,
Biting on my Nails !
I carve out my dried husked hope
And in the cave I hide the desperation
of living
Carefully, I cover the opening with the foliage
of normalcy
The Job
The Wife
Pay the rent
Stop at the red lights
And I wait for time to pass
To pass me by
as I cut my toe nails
I have been eating more vegetables lately
my fingernails are thickening
they were never sturdy before, but they are now
Is it the potatoes? The carrots? The corn?
Could it be the lettuce?
Or is it my age?
Do faeries meet at night and polish them with magic hardening gel?
I may never know
Hammer my purpose;
go on do it.
Tell me why I’m here,
I dare you.
Oh, you don’t have any nails?
Well here, take mine.
Oh, mine aren’t the right ones?
My apologies, go get your own.
Just pin my dreams up,
with your nails and hammer them in.
They’ll be mine but they’ll always be held up by you.