Short Near Miss Poems
Short Near Miss Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Near Miss by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Near Miss by length and keyword.
A bumblebee missed my head this morning
Flew into the plate-glass window, without warningl,
And bounced off into the dogwood tree
I wonder, who was better off…him or me?
written July 30, 2021
Find you
Hold your hands in mine
Look in your eyes
Tell you I love you
That’s what I would do
If Earth was getting slammed by an asteroid tomorrow
Oh my God! What if it turns out to be a near miss?
Blind date
Dork mate
She grand
He bland
Parked car
They spar
Tried kiss
Near miss
Romance
No chance
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Watts gnu
Asked Sou
Knot much
Said Dutch
Ewe're late
Four date
Takes walk
Small talk
Tries hug
Slugs mug
Steels kiss
Near miss
Street car
Two bar
Byes bier
Ayes blear
Holds hand
Grate band
Lets dance
Know chance
Yew're drunk
Yew punk
He heaves
She leaves
Head tossed
Git lost
Sou miffed
Left swift
Ewe're tight
Good nite
Listen to poem:
Ever so sweet
is kernel hub,
the power button,
so neat, tiny and mighty.
But the sweet spot
can sour with
too much power
to savor its glory.
For to score is fragile,
furtive and futile,
when a near miss,
catches the edge.
It's easily bruised,
easily abused,
easily overused,
overdone and missed.
The soft spot sweetie,
requires a gentle touch,
with panache, pizzazz,
flair and feeling.
Forever I look into the night skies
Pleasantly dreaming of your eyes
The wonders they hold so deep
Hoping your heart is mine to keep
Wishing upon that shooting star
But knowing full where you are
Beside me as always hand in mine
With the universe in front all in line
Touching the moon as we both kiss
As a comet goes by with a near miss
With a destiny of love right from birth
Happily together right here on earth
Burning rocks had
a near miss. The
questions splatter
the blood-
to inspire and break
you inside and out.
Unbecoming, to end the
relationship. The story?
begins of an introvert.
The ungreen grass waits
for your wet toes,
to breathe again.
The blood-money was
very high, after the?
violent end of a
blade run.
My pillow is soaked of
a moonfall. The anguish
of a bodyless grave
was haunting.
Satish Verma