Short Packets Poems
Short Packets Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Packets by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Packets by length and keyword.
Santa's thrashing around in acute pain
No gifts due to bottlenecked supply chain
What was Santa to do
To achieve a breakthrough
He'd snap up packets of Chinese Chow Mein
Spring festival
Auspicious colours
Painting town red
Reunion dinner
Grand celebration
Hearts aligned
Homeward bound
To gather again
Good times come around
Joy sings
Spring chorus;
Familiar red packets
Laughing faces
Jolly feasting:
Memory subscribes
Lifting your curtain
You step in spraying white light
Fascinating sight
Yellow pink golden
Blue red and green in high veins
A colorful rain
Packets of sweet life
Filling the happy windows
A fusion in strife
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May 6, 2016
breast milk brewed
in factories liberated
colostrum in packets
saints steal the milk
of calves drink then pray
believing in a myth
heat of love in plastic
bags swollen
while leaves eat the sun
turning green we destroy them
honey bees are flying back wards
Form:
junk drawer clean-up is scheduled today
tape
ribbons
rubber bands
pencils
pens
rulers
small notebooks
matches
candles
bungee cords
dog collar
flashlight
wrench
pliers
scissors
maple syrup packets
I need all of these things I think
as I shut the drawer.
Lickin my face
YELLIN
Wake up!
I NEED to pee
but more importantly
Wake up
I need to EAT
give me one of those packets
PLEASE!
sweet packets of juicy food
give me the same
as you gave that other fool
cuz Im gonna Love You
More than that other dog could
By: Janetta's daughter...
Form:
Chinese New Year
Spring hurls fine cheer
Custom works best
To forge fine fest
Red packet gifts
Watch cash uplift
Glimpses of smiles
As blessings style
Fond festive cheer
Draws each soul near
Fresh touch of spring
As joy now sings
Leon Enriquez
19 February 2018
Singapore
Ok, I think I'm addicted to Welch's fruit snacks
They come in little packets and I keep going back!
The box is empty....way too fast
I may have to get help for this at last!
Or maybe I could be on a commercial one day somehow
Make some money telling people how great these are
- Buy them now!-
Heidi Sands
9/4/19
I give myself as a leaf
Starved in shine dress nude
Caterpillar chest swiped in vein
Swim in drops as deep as green
I give myself as a sky
Cloud sparkle lit forests in shade
Winds dance in airy packets
Color arches as music in rhyme
I give myself nevertheless
No name,no deed, no pain
Dove nests to home close
Eagle hatches in high cliff
Smoke without fire
attention held in packets of time
each quanta a hypnotic trance
to live in it fully by immersion
thus choosing drop in awareness
why for should we not delight
upon waking up in the void
sans attachment, as a bliss mist
dwelling in but not of the world
ephemeral life is but smoke
19-January-2023
something whispers to me
during the awkward silences
packets of light escape your mouth
I don't know which way they go
so don't ask me to lead the way
i'm trying to find what keeps loosing me
moving through the silence
through the city
we look and shop and laugh
but never see
to be so close
an awkward silence precedes the whispering
I open all the windows
I open all the doors
land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies
five urban colours
through unflinching eyes
tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play
smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day
sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes
strange brooding faces
and marionettes
people bent walking
with heads looking down
- if lowry was living
he'd have painted my town.
Three sweeteners please
And add two packets of sugar
A dab of caramel silk and two shots of chocolate milk.
The woman glared at me.
This is McDonald’s she said, not a Starbucks.
You want all that in lemon tea?
Never mind, I said, feeling foolish.
I forgot that I had finally decided on tea instead of coffee.
The rest of the people in line moaned their displeasure as I left.
How to navigate the path leading to liberation?
Loosening mind-body identification
Recognising that our attention is held in packets of time
Silence and stillness our orientation
Unhurriedly shifting fulcrum nearer to conscience chime
What happens in meditation is this: we exit hypnotic trance
Tumbler within falls noiselessly; revealing self-luminescence
06-August-2020
Filthy rich
Filthy rich now control the poor,
Howards contracts will hurt 4 sure,
Government cleaners by the contract blest,
$200 less in their poor pay packets,
Per week im telling you,
Pick on the poor these scum will too,
A greed of hogs attack,
Morality died in days of old,
Todays scumbags would sell your soul,
No decency, in fact, the greed 4 bloody gold?
Don Johnson
Salt of the earth
Salt of the sea
Paid in salt
Salt without fries
Salt without pepper
Cubes
Grains
Packets
Kosher
Pink
Liver
Condiment
Old fish wife's tale cure
for cramp
Fast forward to today
Comes with a health warning
apparently bad for you
Salt is the greatest metaphor
for life
For salt is everywhere
Osmosis
8th March
For Anthony Biaanco
Salt Poetry Contest
arriving thirty two minutes early
opportunity to sit in the sun without apology
I observe people waddle in and out
this is a restaurant with unhealthy food
my favorite kind
I have written eight poems so far
my friend has fourteen minutes left
I could probably build a haunted house out of sugar packets
if I sat at a booth and waited
I choose to sit here in the sun
soaking up rays like a happy cat as I write
an empty train,
full of riches.
touring through the pain
a tour Guide
As he walks out of the bushes
wondering around.
people with packets,
a car guard on focus
The last bit of leaves
Autumn was drawing closer
and there he stood.
an angle, a gap.
an old-lee faded building
The Garden, in proportion
Tour-est walking by.
and there he stood.
a rusted fence
the injustice!
the feeling of crime
and there he stood.
You have been bruised battered and torn
Blew by horns a loud trumpet to set you free
Straight jackets
Small Packets of Jubilee's
Let us Celebrate the coming of the day
How freedom has a name
It is YOU all the same
Standing tall away from pain
What to do what to gain
Everyday being grateful you are sane
Irregardless of the shame
it is better to be here Now the past erased away
Come today walk with thee
Guaranteed
It was not easy!
Chef Billy was nasty and rude
He’d swear when trainees ruined food
With a loaf of stale bread
He’d whack them on the head
His language was terribly crude
One trainee used sugar not salt
The packets had split - not his fault
He’s beaten then battered
His poor nose was shattered
Chef Billy got sacked for assault!
Originally written for Limerick Contest, then I changed my mind and posted a different one
1/4/19