Short Parented Poems

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


Families

I don't understand familis 
Some are kind others evil 
Single - parented families 
Full Families 
So many kinds, so many types 
I know mine, but 
do you really know yours?
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Premium Member Trying for a Better Daughter

Their daughter was not nice
She was a mean girl
They had mis-parented her
By allowing her to be in charge

It was too much for her
She was spoiled, disappointed and angry.
She growled and snarled at them
They were the enemy – her parents.

So they built a robot.
This daughter will be perfect they said.
But they spoiled their daughter robot too
She poisoned their food
Form: Narrative

Premium Member They Think They Can Outfox Me

They think they can get past me.
And they can if they are running flat out.
If they are trying to out-play me
They have another think coming.
I have ten grandchildren, three children,
and I have parented over twenty dogs and six cats.
It is very difficult to pull something on me
that has not already been pulled a thousand times.
The beauty of being an old experienced crone.

Butterfly Alphabet

A Butterflies Cocoon Designed 
                        Eternally For Good

                   Hiding In Jaundiced Karts
                        Lingering Mutations

                   Never Once Being Parented
                        Quietly Restrained 

                   Seductively Tepid 
                        Until Vacating Wings
                              Xtend Youthful Zooms...




                                      03/02/16
Form: ABC

Fascinated With Piglets

Young and old with one glance,
A child of children with secrets,
A secret of yesterday’s romance,
 Produced from wild eyed couplets,

But given the slightest chance,
Would live without regrets,
Parented with a glance,
Fascinated with piglets,

How we love to dance,
Before we take our first steps,
Ants tickling in our pants,
Quickly before home to our pets,

We walk our baby trance,
Followed by puppets,
Then sleep on harmless plants,
Then wake with our forgets.
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