Short Pound For Pound Poems
Short Pound For Pound Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pound For Pound by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pound For Pound by length and keyword.
Thundering Charge
Pounding driving run
Rubber squeaking against wood
Pound step pound all net
By Robb A. Kopp
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Categories:
pound for pound, sports
Form:
Senryu
Fifty Shades
A racy new book I have found
Once started I couldn’t put down
There were 50 they say
In all shades of grey
The sexiest man pound for pound...
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Categories:
pound for pound, love,
Form:
Limerick
Dinosaurs Did Abound
Who woulda thunk it, I'd still be around
Still got lots to offer though, pound for pound
My smarts go way back
A prehistoric Jack
Was around when the dinosaurs did abound...
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Categories:
pound for pound, history,
Form:
Limerick
Dinosaurs Did Abound
Who woulda thunk it, I'd still be around
Still got lots to offer though, pound for pound
My smarts go way back
A prehistoric Jack
Was around when the dinosaurs did abound
© Jack Ellison 2016...
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Categories:
pound for pound, age,
Form:
Limerick
Pound For Pound
from bank to skill
and labor to love
for sake of pleasure
and from rooftop to tile
my list compiles a pile
as high and long as a miracle mile
from brain to agility
from slum to nobility
I am willing to bet that
pound for pound
I am better by the pound...
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Categories:
pound for pound, art, imagination, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas Nears
Christmas nears.
I do hear.
Holding ground
with one ear.
Sights I see
With out eyes.
Wonders only.
Wishes by.
Scents a’ lurking
all around.
Ghostly manners
pound for pound.
Taste of nothing.
Winter's bliss.
Flavor pulled
before a kiss.
Christmas nears
Of this we know,
without us saying.
The wind will blow....
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Categories:
pound for pound, anniversary, holiday, imagination, passion, visionary,
Form:
Couplet
A Tale of Two Frogs- Not Meaning the French But Real Frogs
he didn't
seem to be
upset
that i hadn't
set up
the waterfall
yet
so he started
near sunset
trying
to get
a date
until late in
the evening
trilling
about how
thrilling was
his pond
pound for pound
but his call
was answered by
please
leave a
message
after
the
beep
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...p...
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Categories:
pound for pound, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
Random Thoughts *47* Trois Par Huit
Trois Par Huit
AAB BB BCC
3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3
Workout
muscle bound
gaining pound after pound
triceps, biceps, lats, a cut up back.
Push ups, sit ups, crunches to create a six pack,
tuna fish, chicken, fruits and veggies for a snack.
Summer is here, I can't do without
Bronze body tan, so devout.
This work-out.
Jared Pickett
5/12/2010
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Categories:
pound for pound, art, life
Form:
I do not know?
Heart-Shaped Clouds
Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round
One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have all found
Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound
Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground
Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound
Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound
Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound for pound...
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Categories:
pound for pound, dance, happiness, heart, imagery, peace, people, prayer,
Form:
Monorhyme
Make Me Want It More
This is the rhythm, these are the words, make me want it more.
This is the sound, this is the beat, pound and pound the door.
Own the sounds that leave the ground, everything that's raw.
Own the world that pulls me in, I love you more and more.
Louder, louder, on the roof I'm singing to your core.
I'm drinking in, the feelings ring you knock me for a four.
I need you now, I need you now, I'll even break the law.
Hold me now and don't let go and fill me with your awe....
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Categories:
pound for pound, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Ode To My Pen
Pound for pound me and my pen,
are the best pair to be found.
You can stand them up all day,
and we will knock them down.
I cannot take the credit,
cause I know for sure its him.
With his sleek chromatic style,
full of ink and slim.
He moves my hand to cross the t's,
and lies while doting i's.
And the words he puts on paper slim,
brings tears to both my eyes.
Without him I am nothing,
a man that's such a bore,
But that sleek chromatic ball point pen,
makes me so much more......
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Categories:
pound for pound, art, best friend, fun,
Form:
Ode