Short Pinches Poems
Short Pinches Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pinches by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pinches by length and keyword.
Which Grinch Stole Christmas
You may gain inches
Feel big waist when it pinches
Which Grinch stole Christmas.
Jim Horn
the ride home.a bumpy road.i saw her,next to lowes.what a doe i thought,i bought
her inches,now she pinches me sides.eyes wide awake,i fake the night.
Form:
Kids know that creation is play;
understand that imagination
requires endless reconstruction.
Grown-ups rely on
buckets of hope and pinches of salt,
forget how to play.
Broken toys
in long abandoned sandboxes
dream-on.
snores,
wakes up,
snores,
wakes up. . .
pinches spouse
rolls back to sleep
face grows red as a flaming sun
eyes
open
close
open
close
rolls
lover on the punch bag floor
alarm
laughs
dial
spins
its dreams dramatic
1/30/2020
Shoe pinches the one who wears it
Each carries his own cross
Save when lamp of love within lit
Values go for a toss
Living here by earth’s grace
In all souls, see God’s face
Feral acts, man’s disgrace
Fear inches
Shoe pinches
07-March-2022
Quietus
His tie knotted tight at the collar
pinches the neck, he’d love to holler
Her corset pulled tighter than a drum
she’d like to scream, but can only hum
No sacrifice too great, who worships fashion
midnight hour aches and pains ~ faces ashen
I don’t get it
The now of then
The how of why
The who of whom
Six kids one toilet
Last one in line
Squeeze tight the cheeks
Such drama, nobody speaks
Hands that tell lies
Search for brittle memories
Clutch at the past
As it fades away
Don’t like the cold
It pinches my cheeks
to make breath clouds
The bus is late
Poetry is life's sonnets
Sung in tunes of the beating heart
Through pleating words of wisdom
Into a lace of pearls
Every kind of poetry
May be romantic; idealistic; realistic
Thus;
Pinches the inner senses
and kindles the spirituality
In every soul
In one way or other
Ultimately!
Krishna Baalu
krishna Baalu
eating humble pie
adding mud and parasites
sprinkling lots of drizzle and grey cloud matter
including many pinches of regret
indulging on the unfortunate bitterness of my modern reality
wasting napkins and paper towels unnecessarily
wishing for the refreshing flavors of you
knowing that losing you is poison to the life of my soul
letting the monsters win the battle
A rooster struts, an eagle soars,
A caterpillar inches;
A dolphin leaps, a panther slinks,
A crab, if bothered, pinches.
A farmer reaps, a tailor sews,
A chef sautés and seasons;
A dentist drills, an artist paints,
All with their private reasons.
My husband vacuums and he cooks
To keep his psyche going,
While I write rhymes so I’ll recall
Which way the wind was blowing.
I have my head in the sand, buried down deep.
Something comes along, and pinches. The creep!
I bring out my face and there is sand in my eyes.
The lobster that pinched me is thrown to the skies.
I wanted to eat that said a stork passing by.
I gave him a kick and he started to cry.
Why did you do that? Asked my comrade in arms.
It’s what donkeys do, I told him with all of my charms.
two pinches of nurse with a hint of doctor
sprinkle in the tenacity of an attorney then
stir briskly until smooth and thoroughly kind
grease the pan for speed of thought and ease
of removal for when the heat is too much
bake to superhero perfection until
emergency ready and cape willing
when finished decorate with bows and gowns
wrapped with smiles and don't mess with my child eyes
olitude 4…..
Incessant rain and the solitude:
You, rain and the solitude
A trilogy
Things beyond reach, always loveable!
A sort of old habit!
Always I try to find the common thread!
Even if I know!
Every side of the trilogy
Same as climbing a hill!
Worst even!
The rain brings both , you and the solitude!
Helpless as before, I know it pinches!
Solitude draped with leftover memories!
we shoot an intent arrow from heart’s bow
straight through our fontanel into vast space
that truth of creation we get to know
so that there remain no puzzles to lace
as we wander earth at an easy pace
and as we ask bliss pinches our third eye
magnetism peaking making our heart sigh
formless presence suspended in mid air
rapture spasms at crown reaching a new high
being throb of consciousness self-aware
Manipulated raw bleached rolled wheat
Hard spaghetti facilitated
That melts in your mouth
Burns your eyelashes
Pinches your ears and nose
Blue marinara sauce. sauce.
That's too hot, so sweet to meet
All that's left
Is a dessert plate rabbit raw,
yet it all tastes great.
Crunck! Crunch.!
As I munch, yummm!
Thisravished raw royal spaghetti
8/16/26
by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Children know how to dream -
both asleep and awake.
They understand playful creation.
This is how each morning
the world is remade.
Nightmares, sweet dreams,
light and dark sinking or basking.
Imagination in endless shades
of reconstruction.
Interpret all with valleys of hope,
and pinches of salt.
Dreams animate spirit,
shape new aspects of infinity.
They contain the seeds we all need
to grow this cosmic garden.
It's trinet
Well-set
A poem that you will like
On foot or on a motorbike
Nice beats
All sweet
Nice to
Go through
Else quit
Which I'm sure you won't do
For you will enjoy your shoes
In case
It pinches
Feel free
With glee
Do change
A few words if it's strange
I am cock sure that it
Will fit
With all
No fall
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Avoiding Chores for Poetry
Mom’s folding laundry as muse pinches me
sheets flapping with ink scolding
I get beat from both sides
unlined bedding is blessed
the future shakes out Mom’s frown
turns it upside down when she reads my best
strike while the iron is hot and frame it
give it to Mom in present
‘fore she passes away
covered with a clean sheet
no poem disturbs her rest
Mom never beat me with her busy hands
The Assassin’s Love Affair
Neck thin, veined, soft
Curved sexually past the breast
The waistline lures handling
With sure fingers
Quietly the blade pinches her collar against her
Shoulder bone
Above the heart
The sweaty haired arm with its tattooed muscles
Flexed
Relaxed
The bread is cut
The wine pours thick into the crystal
Eye
Of a panting, toothless mouth
The intercourse
The razor sharp condom
The quiet lover
The cigarette.
hurdles - a bunch of needles poking us,
to make us hitch our wagon to a star,
makes us to be sure of ourself; and
pats us to vie for romp to victory
hurdles finds where the shoe pinches,
now i am not a shrinking violet,
as for me passing hurdles is
like taking candy away from baby
life without hurdles is baby without soul,
life with hurdles is welcome of bed of roses,
so i started to embark on new things -
without idling my time in freeting about HURDLES
Swimming in the ocean
a wincing couple pinches
Little creature on my leg
not more than six or seven inches
I looked again, to my surprise
Hello! - a trilobite!
Two pincers jutting from its head
tiny, fearsome sight
I scolded it: 'You are extinct'
'Now go away and I won't tell
You'll get to live another day.'
He stayed... So, I swatted him
to prehistoric hell ~
THE STUPID ONE-CELL DUMBBELL
Time is exhausting…
It lays in wait
to provoke you
pinches that part of you
that hurts most,
tears away
at your ambition,
laughs at
your inability
to stand up
and fight
futile battles
that bury you.
Try to escape,
but like that
little hamster
on its wheel
you will go
nowhere.
2-20-22
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