Short Napkin Poems

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


Folding a Senryu

napkin holder...
                                               what an
                                               easy job
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Candlelight

dining with two children candlelit private room could be aesthetic romantic son, set napkin a blaze
Form: Verse

On a Cocktail Napkin

A dance of fire
and a Rootbeer
smile,
chewing french fries,
watching skin dry.


Hot dog buns show us
the true murderers.
salted pretzels
the sinners.

More Than My Sister

Holding her hair back
vomiting not sure smells like feet
Heres a napkin
use my mirror
yours have run
the joker would be proud
Lets teach that er
you hurt them
as her heels slipped off

Premium Member The Soup Is Swimming

The Soup is swimming with amazing peeps Animals and vegetables, loaded with heaps Can't imagine no yummies No Soup for the tummy Would throw in my napkin and sit there and weep
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Scribblings On a Napkin

~ink flowed on napkin, becomes "Wings of a Butterfly," my first poem...~




How My First Poem Was Born Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by JCB Burl
Date written: 10/05/2020
Form: Monoku

Premium Member The Sound of a Jelly Roll

Sitting on a napkin or plate,
they cause my two eyes to dilate,
and there the silent ringing sound,
the sweetest not heard, the world round. 
Can you hear, as angel bells toll
the chiming tones of a jelly roll?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Coffee and the Eclair

Sitting on a napkin, so fair -
the cutest chocolate eclair. 
The coffee said, "I'm strong.  You're sweet. 
How fortunate that we should meet". 
A love story with such promise, but....
it ended in my big fat gut.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Aka Robert Petrie

aka Robert Petrie

The Music Man, starring Dick Van Dyke,
on a Vegas stage being so lifelike,
at the end of the show, he came down to greet fans,
smiles, as he signed my napkin after, shakes my hands.

2020 December 18
Form: Clerihew

Mr Napkin Holder

Mr Napkin Holder

What troubles or 
afflicts Mr Napkin Holder is
voices on a 
speakerphone are too 
loud, are too 
confident, the smell of 
instant noodles, and
those who say aka instead of 
saying 
also knows as.

To My Bride

Love is a name
I talked to myself
To understand
Why you'd stick around
For my falsetto

Today I match
And say
Something I write
On every napkin note
Every day

My lips and breath are yours
I just need your love
Always

Premium Member Birthday Girl

Her face lit up with a smile
radiance, ebullience
for the longest while
plastic fork and spoon
cast aside, napkin astride
the floor
while more and more
and more of the
chocolatey cake ends up
as the latest 
one-year-old birthday-girl 
makeup
Form: Imagism

Small Child Characteristics

SMALL    CHILD    CHARACTERISTICS



Runs into a hundred resting  pigeon
Which explode into an escaping cloud

Eats her ice-cream with my shirt as napkin
Asks awkward family questions aloud

Favourite animal today – armadillo
Sleeps across me as her pillow
Form: Verse

My Sleeve

Before I was aware
I used you to pacify myself, back then I used my mouth to explore the world.
Later, you became a napkin. 
Ok, I'll admit, a Kleenex oftentimes.
How I long for those days of simplicity!
Because now, and maybe for the rest of my days
You are just outerwear for my heart.

Soaked

Things happen when you drink too much 
and at the wine soaked kiss
I gave you my heart 
scrawled on a beer soaked napkin
you loved me and I loved you
until we woke up to the perfume
of stale sweat and alcohol
and dreams of love ended
in a hangover’s haze



© JGF 2017
Form: Free Verse
© Jez Farmer  Create an image from this poem.

The Ant

Damn ants-
found one
walking on 
my good glass table.

grabbed a napkin
pinched it over
the black body.

there's something 
so unnatural
about having a bug 
in your home.
how the hell
do they roam in anyway?

You'd think 
the rest of the world
would be room enough
for one little black bug.

Thunder To Rain

No time set aside
The words reformed
Again at their own pace

No place to reside
They’re written down
On a napkin or empty space

When I try to hide
They find me sure
In mountain or in plain

As new moments chide
The past adieu
  —and thunder turns to rain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Form: Rhyme

Rules At the Table

Napkin on lap
Sit up straight
Finish everything 
On your plate
Quietly chew
Do not burp
Sip the soup
Never slurp
Do not talk
While you eat
Little bites
Cut your meat
Never ever 
Play with food
Elbows down
Don’t be rude
I try to remember
The rules I’ve been told
By the time I do
My food is cold.
© Kitty Lou  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Silent Feast

Corruption reigns while silence is served.
We hone their knives with indifference,
keep polishing their plates with our fatigue.
The reckless and the cruel—
they feast well, for the tables are laid.
A democracy isn’t taken;
it’s surrendered, a napkin at a time.
We end the banquet by taking the plates away.

Cat D

Beware dear mousey
cat D is stalking
primed to pounce
and visit devastation
upon your nest
of velvet down.
I've plinthed my claws;
a linen napkin
is coiled
round my neck
to mop red gravy
and sumptuous fat
when they dye
my twitching whiskers.
So, nestle close
little mouselings
make haste to scurry!

Premium Member finding a forgotten purse

Inhaler
Dimes
Brown napkin
Three pairs of eye glasses
Two pencils, an eraser and a pen
Wallet with seventeen dollars and eighty-two cents
Comb, cracker, stale muffin, five receipts, toothpicks
Tiny piece of pink ribbon, twenty-two allergy pills
Empty pill bottle
Sometimes finding a forgotten purse feels like Christmas
Form: List

Cocktail Napkin Therapy

I just found a note 
that I wrote in the bar
I need to stop sitting in trees
I need to stop sitting in trees

See the tops of the trees
swaying in the breeze
They say that's the place to be
but I don't think so
I see the force of the wind
making them bend and bow
And I know that force is force
but salvation is how
you make it on your own
Form:

Premium Member My Happy Memory Box

You whispered her name in your sleep last night The same name I saw in your diary last week With hearts adorned It took me back to days long gone When it was my name Encircled by hearts You drew it on a napkin that day, In honor of our very first date The napkin’s still lying in a box, It is still a part of my happy memory box…

Tequila

She was a shot of tequila,
Gulped by every tippler.
She was a vase of carnations
Set on a high table,
For everyone to smell.

She was a lodge napkin,
To absorb their bodies' muck
She was a cup of cappuccino,
To calm their tactile desires.

They contaminated her,
And she is contaminating,
The gullible satyriasis.
Soon, hearses will be
Moving around!

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