Short Parlors Poems
Short Parlors Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Parlors by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Parlors by length and keyword.
Pug noses in designer hoodies
Wicker baskets on beach cruisers
Leather sofas doggy devoted
Grooming parlors and pet hotels
Best pooch in wedding tux
Nip and tuck, no more nuts
Hollywood glitz for puppy shitz
LA doggy style
Westside!
I hope heaven has pizza parlors, and little establishments with local craft beers. And jukeboxes with hits from the 50's. And good Italian ices. And drive-ins, and moonlight canoeing. And And And.............. The best of earth would be heaven enough for me.
Vibrations quiver in smoke-filled
volcanoes or parlors not much
difference.
You suck mine, I'll suck yours
both of us feelin'
for stuff that don't suck.
The difference between a fist and a
palm.. umm..
why is that not “duh!!”?
Mysteries, histories
and so on...
We don't discuss death
Civilized folk use funeral parlors
Funeral at home? Why on earth
We're good, clean entrepreneurs
The next generation never learn
How death is life, too, recycling
Part of life, why fear it, discern
God gives us children to go on living
jesus and elvis in a halo
of black and green light.
a pink madonna next to
betty crocker.
with ronald reagan standing
stately in his best suite.
all hanging along the walls
of tattoo parlors and chinese
dive bars across america.
now it is our heritage as patriots
to protect these last of the
wandering bisons.
Form:
Wrestling in kitten-covered lawns,
Driving through your potato heart,
What did we begin?
When did we start?
Smoothing into your pixilated hair,
Bending into the fields with angels,
Why have we softened?
Where are the angles?
Ambrosia Wednesdays, Alfalfa Tuesdays,
Send me your message in big, bright colors.
How have we forgotten?
Who now sits in our old parlors?
Myrtles Plantation has twenty-two rooms
Ghosts travel through there, some kicking in zooms
Identical parlors for women and men
Haunted house tour here is about to begin
Don’t come to Louisianna and ignore this tourist sight
The nightmares she will give you will last at least one night
Poltergeist just headed down by the silvery cold pond
Six hundred acres of which ethereal spirits and ghosts are very fond.
Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
on quiet streets where elm trees grow
But in their midst a demon yawns
And screams through veins from which it flows
Hypodermic illusions line the curb
where cars are parlors for getting high
Overdosing in the suburbs
The inner city has no alibi
A nightmare on elm street
and Freddy Kruger is nowhere in sight!
But the boogeyman does not retreat....
yet some will not awaken from the night!
Tiffany lamps
were invented by
girls in 1888,
to soften the walls
of quiet parlors
where men were
hushed and sat
politely with hands
between their knees.
.
The grace was
stolen in 1992 when
the symbols of New York
Jets replaced the flowers
and Tiffany
lighted laughter
on the bars
where trumpets blare.
*I recently started a home job of ghost writing little articles
for company blogs and promotions.
I made a poem from one of the essays about Tiffany sports lamps.