Short Peephole Poems

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


Mirror To My Soul

My soul
Glassed
In a translucent dream
Fixed 
To the mirror of your eye
Seeing 
Right through me
Having full control

The peephole 
To my soul


Bedding

Suns. Most often moons.
Slithering like a plague
From a craving nowhere
To a playful peephole
Which the poet himself can’t find.
Now it’s there—
Stains!
Now, what?

Dear

Trust me
Dearly;
I'll give you
Something
For nothing,
And nothing
Withholding.

I want you
To see you,
To hold you
And peek through
The peephole
That shows all
Within you.
Form: Rhyme

Ruby Slippers

These tornadoes that shred me,
twirled on
knowing you’d one day
haunt my ruin;
use my mind for a peephole,
step lightly over my hill.
Blond curls a choreography
of sunlight and days undone.
Slim legs binding blood
to a wounded feline hanker
and a tin thin regret

The Inconsiderate Neighbor

The Inconsiderate Neighbor

By Elton Camp

It was two a.m. when I heard a knock
A visitor that early was surely a shock

To visit that early is extremely rude
Who could possibly be that crude!

I felt a considerable surge of alarm
Was it someone intending me harm?

Through the peephole I took a look
It was my neighbor, not some crook

But I won’t have anything mean to say
I was up playing my bagpipes anyway
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Knock Knock Knock

Knock, knock, knock!
A lover at the door
The other adjust his clothes
The handle turns their hearts

Knock, knock, knock!
An officer at the door
An eye on the peephole
The handle breaks apart

Knock, knock, knock!
A lawyer at the door
A lover in a gaol
The other with a get out of jail free card

Knock, knock, knock!
A mother at the door
The mother eyed the Judas whore
All her necklace and bracelets she took back
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Funambulist

Squeezing a wonderland of raw emotion through an isthmic delight

I giggle and wiggle like a tightening button at a peephole and despite

Twist turns and stitch ups my tack does not come loose at the seam

A dream weaver or seamstress in a flow of full consciousness stream

Until I don't know any longer if I am the needle my eye or the butt

Need slimming down at my round waistline or in two halves I'll be cut


08th April 2020
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Form: Rhyme

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