Short Pocketed Poems
Short Pocketed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pocketed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pocketed by length and keyword.
two hands keeping warm..
fingers searching without sight
pocketed as one..
Categories:
pocketed, happiness
Form:
Senryu
O’er this land I roam
Eternally through sorrow
Escaping thy ‘morrow
Seeking thine home
Pocketed tools, head hung low
Stones kicked roll swift
They flee thee as on I go, bereft
Woeful and yes full brimmed regret
Tears nay neither sweat nor dew
I would shed existence for you
Categories:
pocketed, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost love, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
“Past moments segmented euphoric,
notebook in the back of my jeans”
It used to be a pocketed feeling,
today it’s the air that I breathe
They used to visit when I would invite them,
now they’re my shadow unseen
Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,
to inspire, enthrall—and redeem
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Categories:
pocketed, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Ode to a pillow
Oh pillow ! Your dexterity astounds me
You bolster the head of the destitute and the deep-pocketed
The hangman and the internee
The blooming and the senescent
The caretaker and the tsar
The analphabetic and the scholar
Yet none could serene sleep savor
Except those with a clear conscience ardor.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Categories:
pocketed, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Just call me Mr. Ruffle,
Because I'm stacking my chips,
One more roll of the dice,
One more lick of your lips,
Just call me Mr. Lucky,
Because I'm supposedly clever,
One more flip of that card,
One more pull of that lever,
Just call me Mr. Broke,
Because I took that last chance,
One more failed attempt,
One more empty pocketed pants.
Categories:
pocketed, lossme, me,
Form:
Free verse
a
no
pay
pelf
Ponzi
scheme
provide
percents
perchance
pay people
for peanuts
by promising
in perpetuity
pretty returns
philanthropic
partnerships
your profit
i pocketed
principal
proceeds
picking
pocket
pinch
poor
pay
up
© Goode Guy 2012-01-28
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shape_poem
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ponzi_scheme
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ponzi
Categories:
pocketed, angst, business, education, history, loss,
Form:
Shape
Just call me Mr. Ruffle,
Because I'm stacking my chips,
One more roll of the dice,
One more lick of your lips,
Just call me Mr. Lucky,
Because I'm supposedly clever,
One more flip of that card,
One more pull of that lever,
Just call me Mr. Broke,
Because I took that last chance,
One more failed attempt,
One more empty pocketed pants.
By Mac
Categories:
pocketed, life, loss, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
Speak freely, the words that no one hears,
your rights upended in passing years.
Demand of your leaders, promises made,
campaign trails, like snails, fade.
Break from the mighty, purchased power,
pocketed influence for every hour.
Hold fast to those principles, fading out,
crumbling ideals, swept clean with doubt.
Mock of the mighty, this world unknown,
can I call this freedom? Do I call this home?
Categories:
pocketed, life, philosophy, political, social
Form:
Rhyme
I curled up in your arms and fitted in each crevice,
Turning gently to warm my bottom you slid around my thighs,
Pocketed in your arms we breathed the same air,
Touching at one point or one limb,
Stroking along every hidden soft fold,
We made love again and again,
Until giggling, totally awake, we stretched and kissed,
To be part of our new day.
Categories:
pocketed, celebration, passion, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Straw sandals
White sand
Holding each thunderstorm
cupped in my hand
Burnt on the beach
by my own strong command
Crisp in my view of the sea.
Agatized coral
Pocketed salt
tumbled and frothed
from the depths born anew
Pressured by currents
'till crystal shards grew
soon to be baubles in windows
I take the shore home
each time I visit
I fleece the beach
for a memory trinket
Winter defiant
Sunburn triumphant
I am a figment of sea tides and ebb.
Categories:
pocketed, happiness, life, nature, peace, places, sea, time,
Form:
Free verse
I have come to find my haven in the thicket of night
after I've pocketed the sun and shared with it its light
The intricate pattern of a flower reminds me of God's lace
and here in this forestry of wild, I am never out of place
Reveling in the beauty of silence I admire wordless wild
and love the symmetry of nature for its utterly compiled
There is a quiet place I love to go where all the flowers grow
and there I am content to wait, for Eastern winds to blow.
Categories:
pocketed, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Rhyme