Short Oxidized Poems

Short Oxidized Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Oxidized by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Oxidized by length and keyword.


Premium Member Epigram z

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     and about that
   “mine next think”

        you know
theze oxidized digit's
     flutter’n 'bout
       mine spillz
        machine

            Tap
Form: Epigram


Premium Member I do not speak Text

many of us do not speak text
I am one of them

LOL
leave out liquids?

LOL
linger on lightly?

LOL
leaking oxidized lightfoot

LOL
liquids ostracize lefty?

PIR
You have to be kidding me!

Premium Member i ShnaPt'd

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       hern ol' soul
        wise eye'd
           pout'd

     mine oxidized
        wise eyne
          shout'd

        i ruuuun'd

            Clap
    ourn connect'd

           Shnap
Form: Epigram

Premium Member oxidized

  oxidized  t r e l l i s 
                     w
                        i
                     l
                       t
                     e
                         d 
                             noir roses intersect ~
  q u i l t  of the forlorn
© Sara Jama  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

The Kiss

You gave me a sleepless night
or two, remembering how I tensed
beneath your deep kiss, your
hands, caressing the satin arms
of my blouse; your hands, gentle

in my hair so that I became a cloud,
vapor you oxidized.  That's all 
there ever was, yet in my dreams
of ecstacy, all men become you--
such was the power of that kiss.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Playing With O This Morning

Oceanic octopus south of the border
Eight elongated tentacles in a ripe order
An organic obstacle to outrageous pirate queens.
Housing grizzly omnivores and oily other things.

Overwhelmingly ostentatious in the oceanic sea.
Oxymorons galore; floating in Earl Gray’s English tea.
Brown oxidized treasure chests gliding in the water.
Oriental spaceships spelling out watch out daughter.
Form: Rhyme

Vigilante

Waiting at the window
In the upper floor red brick
Through glaze oxidized opaquely
With grime that has grown thick

From eary day she
 arrives at post
The arc begun at easternmost
She watches the light progress

At noon she dines a simple meal
that to her holds no real appeal
Around she moves it on her plate
And soon is quite the mess

Throughout her vigil ever she crept
This guardianess
Who seldom slept
Yet dreams of his return a dream to her heart she's kept
Form: Rhyme

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