Short Nite Poems
Short Nite Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nite by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nite by length and keyword.
One Halloween nite
While running away from some witches
I ran, until I pooped my britches
Then The Frankenstein creature
With the most frightening features
Laughed until he popped his switches
Go to bed my sweet, sweet child.
You’ll always be my angel!
In my dreams ill think of you;
See smiling angel faces.
Soft and silent as the night
Stars; high up, with the moon.
Reminds me of your starry eyes,
Sweat dreams my only angel.
I went upstairs
Just to stare
That which wasn’t even there
I then came down the stairs
And found that you were all still here
So, thanks for coming back to hear
Because now I know you really care
Although you had already left and I was so bereft
That was all so many years ago
But I will follow where you go
DAMO
I awake, in Da Middel a' da nite
Wantin' something, not sure what
Could be milk, could be brew,
Than I realize, It is you,
Dis ting I'z need, iz need real bad
never realized, what I'd had
And I hope to get, what I need
Cause I'm a German, you get my speed?
We get what we want, one way or other,
Cause a German wish is a German Deed!
perroquet avenue lips
poems and polaroids
pornitography
hariness
protected by vickies
cleavite libertinism
third base
strobe-lit memories
slang..
perroquet = a delicious, minty French alcoholic drink
avenue = a shade of deeply red lipstick
vickies = victoria's secrets
cleavite = untanned areas usually covered by a bathing suit, and thus pale
third base = come ON, everyone knows
News flash
Huge bash
Big fight
Last night
Clyde's Bar
Bizarre
War zone
Chairs thrown
Snouts poked
Gals choked
Eyes blacked
Ribs cracked
Hair snatched
Backs scratched
Throats slashed
Heads bashed
Tossed stools
Blood pools
Ears chewed
Tossed food
Knees kicked
Knives pricked
Low blows
Stomped toes
Dames sprawled
Cops called
Clyde's closed
Foreclosed
Last Night..........
Current mood: amused
Category: Games
standstill of a rolling stone
keep on boogying though
at the spot
things got hot
your hands on my waist,
feeling heat on my face
and below the waist:)
urban beats
movin my feet
check that one
that one delete
feelin you
makin him mine
if just for tonight
keepin the rythym
time is flyin
YOU the reason for this rhyme
sure to be a enjoyable waste of time.