Short On Tenterhooks Poems
Short On Tenterhooks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about On Tenterhooks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about On Tenterhooks by length and keyword.
Haiku
Your puerile ways
Puts me on tenterhooks
Musing on you...
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, girl, love, muse,
Form:
Haiku
Haiku
Damsel of isles
Phoenix so mysterious
Lo, I scribble
Your puerile ways
Puts me on tenterhooks
Musing on you...
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, girl, love,
Form:
Haiku
Unfolding
Black ice in a
white glass, I drink today
philter for moon.
Paradise, I
find nowhere. World sleeps
on tenterhooks.
The yellow dead
rose lost naked feel,
in blue water.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, art,
Form:
ABC
Banderella Cook
Hey! How come you're using my Banderella cook?
It's mine now. I found him in my wife Liza’s nook
Finders keepers,
Losers weepers.
Use tenterhooks and cook your fatty goose in gook....
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Marsh Mellows and Butterfly Dreams
Sweet and sensual
coconut melts along the top
staggered familiar sizes and shapes
droolings on the tongue, ambrosia
running through the fields like fidgety children
restless and free on tenterhooks
flitting like butterflies on the hunt
flower nectar candied on the bloom
drawn into the dream
of marshmallowed confectionaries
sweet sugared goodies
nectar for the gods
and simple butterflies....
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, food, sweet,
Form:
Imagism
On Tenterhooks
This restlessness won't leave me,
it buzzes about my chest
as though it were a field of daisies
waiting to be pollinated
by a swarm of fretful bees
who sting like honed pebbles
but never die
At night, I can hear the daffodils whimpering
from my windowsill,
they reach for me
with limp limbs,
I feed them honey
spit on their soil
and read a poem from my diary
but they're still ill at ease
so we count stars
wishing one might fall through
our fluttering hearts...
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, sad
Form:
Free verse
Out In the Rain
Out in the rain the restless winds
now moan as winter's pale rescinds.
The flowers at the window bay
are silent bells that stiffly sway
while marching on the roof begins,
a riot of a billion pins
that shatter all my disciplines.
I clasp my hands as if to pray
out in the rain.
I feel the breath of pardoned sins;
on tenterhooks this mid-March grins
its unborn promise. I'm away
to spread my arms in gleeful splay
and echo tales this cloudburst spins
out in the rain.
3/12/18...
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Categories:
on tenterhooks, hope, rain, spring,
Form:
Rondeau