Short Neck Poems
Short Neck Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Neck by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Neck by length and keyword.
I ain't gonna walk no more, no more
I ain't gonna walk no more
Got in a wreck and broke my neck
I ain't gonna walk no more.
soul so food
and its cool
tis meat that a treat
i love it
i can't sit
my minds is in appeal
thinking about a
NECK BONES MEAL
delirious mind
naked
butterflies land
curve of ips invi-
ting dream
of a stem
drunken bliss pur-
ple neck
sani betana
hoos
Form:
bumps and blips appear at night
on my neck, a gruesome sight
before I was aged seventy-three
this horrible stuff didn’t happen to me
going on a date
don't complate
dress to impress
don't forget look
is the hook
so don't tell a lie
its get you by
wear a
NECK TIE
Adam's Apple
her sin as a woman
like any other
***
Behold the neck of a giraffe
Long enough to make you laugh
Can stretch over the fence in zoo
To find munchy leaves to chew
Of it's length I'm not even half!
There once was an insta-grammer star
mysterious likes without an avatar
longer hair, elongated neck
AI used, who would suspect?
An AI touch up does the trick by far
Serious Neck
Camelopard Tongue Exploring
Tender Newborn Shoots Bore Prone
Cantilevered From A Rival
Pond-Mate Reproaching.
-Gray Squirrel
06-21-2025
Stars tumble,
Stars fall,
They sparkle
Like gems
Surely,
God watches
Over them
Stars,
You are
My string
Of pearls
That adorn
Her neck,
The Goddess
Athena
does he dress
or always a mess
do dad have a desk
with a pen set
with a white shrit
than make him alert
and say happy father day
mean it don't lie
buy him
a NECK TIE
SOME NECK
There was a big and small giraffe
They were always up for a laugh
Following spurious dietary wishes
Ate up all the zookeeper’s dishes
So much food, it made them barf
the snake sheds his skin
looks to me and says
"oh, god, i'm snaked."
and there he goes
he went from slither
to wither
he was just too insecure
to be a part of nature
oh, well
Form:
I will not turn towards God,
I keep my face away from him,
I know he has blessed me,
But I choose to sin on purpose,
I am ashamed to turn my face toward him,
My neck has become very stiff.
Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grapefruit!
Wanna eat them my luv! For they're chubby and sweet!
The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky.
It squints for a smooch which my lips can't deny.
Imagine if us humans had long necks like swans
We could look into upper floor windows and scan
Search for interesting stuff
Like young fillies in the buff
Now why would we want to, cept to check out their tan
Imagine if us humans had long necks like swans
We could look into upper floor windows and scan
Search for interesting stuff
Like young fillies in the buff
Now why would we want to 'cept to check out their tan
Economics is a matter of interest
in the market of stagnation
lets forward laissez faire
we are not gullible
Man steps on live railway track
watch his leather hoof
wild horses conveyed
anatomically decompartized
Gateway stars
Your colors wrap around my dimension
In other words here we go again
My glorious accusation
The stifled flights
I was stolen from our mother
Celestial moons are finding their way to the breakfast table
I’m too tired to feast
My neck aches
Again I played witness
To the stunning vignette that was her body
All evening the thought to compose words
Materialized from a former canyon of desolation
Merely because I had been swept into the distance
As I am forsaken to ponder
When she’ll become attainable
release is what i feel...when i let the rain touch my skin...close my eyes as the water touches
my neck. tears or rain...only i know what they could be...release is what i feel when the rain
falls on me. lookin up not down....God is my refuge...i will not drown
folks can't help but laugh
funny neck of that giraffe
bent down for a quaff
yonder, turtle squats
on its shadow, scared and yet
gawks at zooming jet !
I’m planning to run my Ford into the ground
And there I’ll be buried in it safe and sound
Slowly the bed will rust off the frame
And in that hole, we will remain
Buried in an F150
Will not only be quite nifty
I’ll need no wooden basket
In my broke-down Ford casket!
SOMETHINGS ON MY NECK.
I have somethings in ma neck,
I plot a while at ma desk,
I ask, and seek,
How will I cope with things that I have on my neck.
I was given a test,
A trial and a vet,
I thought for some minutes,
A while and some seconds,
Then, I later put all at rest.
Now, am coping,
Using all my strength.
Oh Heck
There's a frog stuck inside my beak, oh heck
And the rascal's has his hands round my neck
The frog is no quitter
Should've been my dinner
I'm now fast becoming a strangled wreck.
23rd May 2021
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