Short Petroleum Poems
Short Petroleum Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Petroleum by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Petroleum by length and keyword.
The British Petroleum
Oil slick
She tightens
The grip
Like a boa constrictor
Surrounding the flesh of
The Mexican Gulf and
From head-to-toe
She swallows
It all
A blossom has become laughter has become a smile
has become a petroleum has become a campaign
has become sometimes a kind of fascination?.
I weep why should the peaceful world bubbliiiiiiiiig?.
A blossom has become laughter has become a smile
has become a petroleum has become a campaign
has become sometimes a kind of fascination?.
I weep why should the peaceful world bubbliiiiiiiiig?.
The cold winter suffocates the world with its icy breath
dark petroleum horizon, trembling bodies - chattering teeth
Sparkling snow crystals have yielded silver, nothing was spared
Bone ash hills
The new kills
Surfer fills the fishes gills
Helpless creatures of the septic sea
Is this the way you were meant to be
Chemical foam waves
Petroleum roam beaches
When will we learn the lesson it teaches
The US must generate jobs
And Petroleum Inc. wants mobs
Of workers to toil
Mining more gas and oil
But from the green future this robs
Is drilling the place to invest?
Can fossil fuel use still attest
To progress desired?
The car culture it sired
Drives Earth to a state sorely stressed
Jelly incorporates my inner self
Lips concealed with the petroleum
The lid covers my insecure body
Where it’s clear to see me used
Stamped to show the year I would die
If allowed to exist, I might not be as strong
Along the time beyond
And seeing through me
Isn’t as easy as it once was
I carry secrets within my belly
Of jelly once lubricated on her lips
Russell Sivey
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum;
This book is really an imperium
Which teaches everyone decorum.
A true product of petroleum –
To fire out fallacy and presidium
And produces highest order decorum.
A place of mental gymnasium:
Highly creative, productive rum
Where ill shaded in mausoleum,
The place with lot of decorum,
Cannot be found in millennium.
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum.
DO NOT ABUSE ME
I am a petroleum pipeline
Do not abuse me
If I burst, fire may burn you
I am a drug
Do not abuse me
If you take me wrongly
You may develop health problem
I am a motor car
Do not abuse Me
If ther is an accident
You may die
I am a gun
Do not abuse me
If you pull my trigger
You may kill someone
I am a woman
Do not abuse me
If you rape me
There maybe no children for you.
Before posting a letter
and you lick it and stick it
consider all the trees which would go
to grow a bigger and better thicket
if we don't wait it's not too late
what with black rain and red tides
while fossils fuel our vehicles
petroleum product-propelled rides
to turn a new leaf is my belief
as going green keeps this planet blue
makes all the sense in the world
it's quite the right thing to do
would it be awkward to tell you
how the whole world
smells like petroleum jelly
or that the latex on my fingers
seems never to wear off
to explain
that after a while
they're all the same
one more mark
in a sea of the willing
if you offer the right look,
seeming supplications,
the most brittle of vows
all for a small recompense
that's never enough
it's more than an hour
you lose
in the company of hands
that offer no shelter
When popping a letter in the post
before you lick it and stick it
consider all the trees which would go
to grow a bigger and better thicket
if we don't wait it's not too late
what with black rain and red tides
while fossils fuel our vehicles
petroleum product-propelled rides
turn a new leaf is my belief
as going green keeps this planet blue
Shank's pony makes all the sense in the world
it's quite the right thing to do
Starting earlier every year,
Christmas costs more and more with less cheer.
This year Santa fell flat.
His diet took the fat,
Elves said,” this will not be good” they fear.
Watching commercials, they got idea.
Close diners, except pizzeria.
Each ad on T.V. now,
Pictures of pizzas wow!
Santa gains, without diarrhea.
Ads worked, he got a jolly belly.
Elves solemnly sat in a deli.
Commercialized just right,
His red suit fit so tight,
They needed petroleum jelly.