Short Ovary Poems
Short Ovary Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ovary by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ovary by length and keyword.
Seed in ovary
Endocarp and pericarp
saves life in the core
Categories:
ovary, nature, visionary,
Form:
Haiku
The sperm and ovaries reign supreme,
In that "What came first" eggy scene.
Without a cockerel and a hen,
Eggs would not be known to men.
It is true, it may be false
We still have the debate, of course.
What came first, the ovary,
Or the sperm, don't ask me.
Categories:
ovary, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Hear no beauty; see no beauty be no beauty,
A rose is not just a rose
Or just blooming buds
A rose bloom with a inner sense of calm and innocence
Its beautifully rendered images of a seductive virgin
whose ovary disperse the eggs/seeds
That birth a nation into a generation of beauties
Hear no beauty, see no beauty
Be not any beauty,
It the promise seeds from God
For all fair ladies in the land
Red fluffy mustard rose.
Categories:
ovary, visionary, beauty, rose, beauty, rose,
Form:
Light Verse
Kept in a bowl
Muscles attached to skin
With minimal control
We move a bit if we swim
It's important we keep our organs in line
Lungs, heart and intestines
Once I. Had an ovary move out of place
I knew because it floated right by my face
We breathe and we survive
We eat and even poop
Not much quality in our lives
As human soup
Osteoporosis, if only we'd known,
Would leave us as puddles,
How I miss my lovely bones
Categories:
ovary, appreciation, body, health, humanity, humor, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Free verse
No reproductive center of the words in pen
I feel the words being born in the ovary of
mind
Mind conceives the thoughts
In full time of pregnancy the thoughtful mind
giving birth
the words in the natural earth of literature
Now the earth
Burning furnace globe sphere
Sun warming swallowing the all words in
hungry time
My inside killing itself on the door of death to
rebirth another sunny words
11.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Categories:
ovary, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
There in the meadow where the morning dew kisses the first light
the boysenberry makes love to the coming day.
the sun shone upon her wet petals,
she spreads her corolla,
attracting suitors to her aroma filled stigma,
no longer is she protected,
take me! cries her pistil erected,
she is ripe and anxious to receive,
her ovary swollen with anticipation,
her petals burning for the new conception,
there in the meadow the boysenberry makes love to the coming day…
cheers!
Categories:
ovary, nature, seasons, sensual,
Form:
Free verse