Short Plee Poems
Short Plee Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Plee by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Plee by length and keyword.
moving into the night, i saw such a great sight
lifting my head to plee, what has been done to me
before i knew it, i was being held
by men of night, i couldn't yell
and just so quickly the grip breaks free, to see a gun pointing straight at me,
but how,who,and why
listen to the night
it whispers things, you don't want to hear
like your death being yelled in your ear
Categories:
plee, mystery
Form:
I do not know?
Question over question and not one answer
Everything around seems like a blurr
My feelings are gone and nerves not working
The shadows of my past are always lurking
No one really values my life
I can see a mosaic knife
Wanting to take it
Needing to break it
There is nothing left for me
As I start to beg and plee
Nothing here and nothing there
I've collapsed on my knees
Nothing to hear but my horror filled screams...
Categories:
plee, death, depression, loss, sad
Form:
I do not know?
The tale Tchaikovsky wove that day
Lives on and on upon a stage
Spun by pirouettes ...and plie's
An epic story of love conveyed
Through the beauty of ballet
Prince Siegfried and his Queen Odette
Who gave their lives without regret
To live forever bound together
As beautiful birds of a feather
As two swans upon a lake
Author: Elaine C. George
Authors note: Plie' is a french word
pronounced Plee ay
Categories:
plee, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
your eyes.
how do they see me?
not as a select few see me.
the eyes you see me with.
hostility in those eyes.
hostility.
anger.
grudgeful eyes.
i hear the grudge.
the grudge in your words.
why cant you see me?
see me with their eyes?
see me with love.
with happiness.
with support.
i see none of that.
none of that in your eyes.
i beg you.
see me with different eyes.
eyes like those.
those select few see me.
my final plee.
i beg you.
change your eyes.
Categories:
plee, sad,
Form:
Bio
(Jingle Bells Tune)
Dashing through the trees
With squashed bugs on my knees
I cannot wait to go
To the bathroom in the snow
So many stupid kids
Ignore their great parents
And do what they were told not to do
Which was eat the yellow snow.
Ding ding dong.
Ding ding dong.
Running to French Woods.
Catch some air
Change your underwear
We got a way to go-ho
Plat plat plee
Plat plat plee
Welcome to French Woods
Catch a breeze
And would you please
Stop eating the yellow snow.
Categories:
plee, funnyyellow,
Form:
Lyric