Short Parlor Poems
Short Parlor Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Parlor by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Parlor by length and keyword.
I signed the contract in the parlor
A yellow bus trip to Valhalla
A brief aside
A final ride
But it was driven by kamala
Be not sad,
Be joyful and glad
Listen to Tchaikovsky not Mahler
Throw a party
Laugh and eat hearty
At the Happy Smily Funeral Parlor.
Everybody wants to be
Some body
Somebody wants to know someone
Someone doesn't know anybody
Every body is some body
Pleasantly I am me
Opening a massage parlor one day
He hoped that eventually it would pay
One week of it
He had to quit
He just kept rubbing people the wrong way!
Amber's ember shivers me timber
Action simmers, my timber's limber
Simmer brought to a boil
With massage parlor oil
Not just a client, I'm a member!
Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe
It haunts the halls especially the parlor
A somber quiet darkness omnipresent
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
You assume I am happy
at the mall, at the beauty parlor,
at the cocktail afternoons with the girls.
Look in your wallet.
The plastic cards
don't say, "I Love You!"
Katherine the Great
Was fashionably late
In the parlor were chairs to recline
Each year she got greater
So of course she got later
And now all her “good friends” decline
In beauty parlor
Don’t need the charm of heaven
Need you love, need you in heart
Loveliness is time
Nature is nonstop for all
But valentine you are mine
© Mawlid Ganim
Taller Scholar in a Parlor
Could always tell that he was a taller,
Student who had become a scholar;
Did appall;
Know it all;
Presidential debate will be in parlor.
Jim Horn
somehow they forgot
to include one procedure
they asked if I could help them
move you to a bed
I gladly helped lift you up
and stroked your hair one last time...
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The witch’s words begin to cackle,
her jargon hard to understand.
With grace adding in the taste,
style matters most of all.
Don’t believe a thing.
Parlor effects,
that’s magick
cauldrons
bake.
once pride of parlor
now relegated to porch
along with old muddy boots
once proud and regal
now standing ignored and scorned
by busy household members
only tired farmer
appreciates chair's comfort
as he sits to remove boots
As all the bright bright city lights
Extinguished one by one,
I watched them through my room of brights
Dazzling as the sun
Reno illuminates her nights
A town of gambling fun
I sit in parlor wearing tights
Enjoying Reno run....
Needed parts come along
Wisdom notes
Pictures charm
Bringing sounds of no harm
Beauty's balance in total sum
Flowers of the mind
conversation divine
The reward of healing time
Minute to minute
hours parlor
Rushing cool water
Keeping order
Swans and geese are in the parlor, a toucan is in the hall.
An ostrich just ran past the kitchen, he is at least six feet tall
A flamingo strut her feathers against the conservatory wall
The peacock is eating your breakfast dear. I’m going to the mall.
So, you want that ring?
For you, a potion in Spring,
One dead spider, can of fizz,
Boil with roses, no need to tizz,
Cool and sip, O ruby lips,
Bewitch that man, O shapely hips,
This is the right cauldron, my fave,
My witch's parlor will be your save!
I love my earless cat-a-moints.
She wears a pink knitted beret.
To hide her lack of ear-filled points.
Cute on her head though every day.
She has a clever hearing aide.
Usually refuses to wear it.
A haughty little parlor maid.
Ignores me ‘til I can barely bear it.
Stepping out in the cold of the winter snow
Paints a picture before the dawn
Keepsake memories lead on
Connecting the dots for reason
Cool breezes moving through
Chilling the right solution
Ways to move
Left or right
Value involving life
Sealing needed light
Foot print parlor kind
I remember a time in our youth
Hidden within the shadows of night
The ghosts of our sky parlor
Where fantasies sparked
Of hope and believing
Where imagination created another reality
And in our dreams
We both realized
We became adults with vision
Out of the ghosts
Of our sky parlor
Thy are in the parlor
Little ones run
Thy are in the parlor
Brothers fight
Thy are in the parlor
Sisters braid hair
For the day
Thy are in the parlor
Little ones walk
Thy are in the parlor
Brothers lye down the weapons
Thy are in the parlor
Sisters stop
Thy are in the parlor
All is quite
Form:
A strange night
At night it comes
A tick, a knock, a sound
From the parlor to the bed
A tick, a knock, a sound
At the window shade
To then raise the skin
and wash me from ankle to head
From there it neither moves nor goes back
What can it be
From where does it go
To only repeat again the next night
Moths and flames their shadows dancing
Lighted candles with dinner at eight,
Alive music in the parlor from a box.
A few crickets on the lawn as sleep nears.
Jumping,
Spotted puppies amid cats in the yard
DOES NOT COMPARE
To the warmth of
FRIENDS.
There's an old rocking chair
in the parlor
where I rock to the dreams
of long ago
dreaming of an old fashioned family
and the love of my old fashioned beaux
sometimes it seems
that I can hear them laughing
in the twilight while rocking to and fro
and the memories will always continue
in that old rocking chair
from long ago.
jiggling juggernaut jockeyed judo
katie’s Korean kitties killed with kudos
lively llamas listened, learning Latin
Mischievous miscreants misused satin
Needless nimble noodles kneaded themselves
Opulence and opals were seen in land of elves
Paralyzed parlor poodles paraded past purple pails
Quarrelsome queens quickly collected quick quails