Short Percentile Poems
Short Percentile Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Percentile by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Percentile by length and keyword.
Green scissors that never cut a thing,
seen always as outside of the box;
Gene gave me this vivacious vision
keen to lean towards unorthodox;
Wrong side of the road is where I live,
along with others who share my smile;
Headstrong creatives we’re colorful;
Lifelong punch of the tenth percentile.
She had aspirations wanting to belong
Hung out in swanky clubs
With the creme de la creme
That percentile with pure blue blood
Attended all the soirees
She dressed the part
Loved to strut her stuff
Never turning down a challenge
She blew till she was blue
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do
AP: 3rd place 2025
Tomorrow marks the
first day of fourth grade
We head to the doctor
We get weighed
At 40 lbs, I am in the fifth percentile
that's a good score, right?
My sad life poems have been compiled into a larger series
The sad life series is followed by
Healing and hardships
The OK times
Splintering
Return
School
School and covid
And finally into 2023
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some people make good prisoners
I would not be one of them
most people never get caught
I would be in the unusual half percentile that does
Some people like a roommate
until they see their open toilet
a roommate would hate me
I am up and down all night and gassy
I try to tow the line
I do not break into houses
or hurt people or steal things
for these and hundreds of other reasons
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Paranormal peasants of a pathetic and patient percentile
perpetrate peace from perjury..
A patriarch, parallel to a peaceful partisan passage..
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Meditation maliciously masks my mighty monogamous minx.
Modestly managing my machismo, mastering my maturity.
Jared Pickett
4/06/2010
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Mistaken by the view in front of your eyes
Like poison the itch on your skin to rise
making it hard for you to see
misunderstanding thee percentile rate
undermining your psychotic state
your messages and signals have been foul play
not the same as yesterdays child play
never judging your perspective
of what the truth should be
grasping the fact of what the human mind
expects the lies to be
letting time fly away from thee
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