Short Paste Poems
Short Paste Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Paste by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Paste by length and keyword.
They spent $7,000.00 each on high quality moisturizer paste.
They would have been more attractive pasting that money to their face.
Sorrow numbs
The mind like
Paste in cling film
Nothing can
Penetrate
You squeeze it
With your thumb
All over shapeless
Lump
I know how a heavy
Heart feels _ no
Pep in the step
I can’t imagine you
Anymore !
C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste
Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest
The heaviness of my fingers.
I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.
where there's
a will there's
a way but
far far
away
in a
land
i'm lactose
intolerant
so not a
land of
milk but
definitely
honey
i want to
squeeze
the glue
that oozes
from out you
and seal it
and
us with
a kiss
Form:
Tender love you down
Run in the rain on a cold night
Brush your hair with my hands
Blow passionate in your ear
The sounds of I need you baby
Steam and fog up the windows
My skin glowing oily
Our souls holding hands laughing
Paste me to your dome
You make my skin rise like the sun
Tears for fears.
Tears throughout the years.
Tears that fallen from my peers.
A tear so sincere that will shred us from this dreadful fear.
That someday we all will die.
But have u gotten a slice of that pie.
A pie so delicious u can almost taste.
That u cant let it go to waste.
Maybe next time I'll remember tooth paste.
That which has a nice taste
One wouldn't want to waste.
Kids would it chew to a paste,
Eating it not in haste:
It is the strongest zeal
For a good kitchen's meal...
To gourmets a nice deal,
Pure delight one can feel;
Some with the heart of Rock
While feeding selves doors lock;
Each moment there's a knock
Their ears solidly block!
copy paste epoch-
ah! i do not care that much
about copyright
* Please note that all my poems, and prose are public domain. Without my permission, feel free to republish, post, translate into your native language. If it's not too much to ask, would you please, let me know where my simple works republished? My email is "Alhemaidy" at Gmail.
Copy and paste how could you say
My original thoughts written to you that day
I plead your love not to take
copy and paste gave me heart ache
It’s all from my heart and not a copy
No need to overthink with your autopsy
Copy and paste is what I would do
To bring you back to the me and you
My lasting thought is to be
Copy and paste was all you could see
Paste
Resin
Adhesive
Shattered on the ground
Porcelain, her cracked face
Dripping sooty tears and snot.
“And over these scars, we'll paste stars."
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Lately I've been trying out different forms of poetry.
This is called a Clarity Pyramid. You can find out more about it by visiting
Shadow Poetry's site, I'm not sure what PS's policy is on links.
Form:
when we cut and paste
even if we made much haste
will not have any waste
when where what why who
we only needed a few
which we know will do
with eight different words
which will start with w
My other favorite word
which I will like is wonderful.
Can you imagine when we would
remove letter w from our alphabet.
we look with him here
pitiful and very sad
latest news stay tuned
This is for all of you facebook posters - - -
I do not like the paste and post
I do not like the pasting host
I will not post it on my wall
I will not post it down the hall
I will not post it on my desk
I will not post at your request
I will not post so you can read
I will not paste and post indeed
I will not post it, will not share
I will not post it anywhere
I will not post it, that be said
Just be glad I stopped and read
Mdailey 3/11/12
What if what i can not right
Doth the world delight
What if what i write and strive for
are irrelevant
What if i am part of the problem
Not the solution i seek
Then what is the point of my pen
Better i cave and join the masses
And suffer my partisan
Than dig my own grave
As i am no better no worse
Only difference is i gave it a go
and gave it my best shot
But in the end it fell on deaf ears
Like all of those who tried and
failed before me
When a stranger calls,
the shining
city lights
die hard
behind enemy lines.
I walk the line
out of the past
roots,
where the red fern grows
in cold blood
of mice and men.
The thin red line
short cuts
a nightmare on Elm Street.
The searchers
don't look now
within these walls.
In the heat of the night,
the illusionist
cast away
titanic
cries and whispers.
The silence of the lambs
never cry wolf
while you were sleeping.
(Each line is a separate movie title.)