Short Pouty Poems
Short Pouty Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pouty by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pouty by length and keyword.
This guy has so much TV fame
Pouty and sad who throws a baby fit,
I don’t believe I have to name….
Babyish twitter who makes me grit.
Categories:
pouty, america, usa,
Form:
Chastushka
precious pearly moonbeams
peachy pink sunset's pause
poufs of blooms in a field
prismatic in hushed pomp
pouty weeping willows
parrots screeching summer
petite girl with a plum
Categories:
pouty, beautiful, bird, color, flower, nature, tree, woman,
Form:
Pleiades
Some compare Trump to Der Fuehrer
But I think that is an error.
With his little pouty faces
And sexist embraces,
It’s far better to say
That Trump is more like Il Duce.
Categories:
pouty, political,
Form:
Rhyme
angry pouty blonde wants straight hair
misunderstood redhead wants to be a blonde
annoyed brunette hates her mother and her curls
evasive curly-haired teen wants thinner hair
peckish thin-haired girl wants to be a redhead
Welcome to age thirteen
Categories:
pouty, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Free verse
I’m a full-dressed villain,
Wearing the iron maiden’s cape.
Squint eyes,
Pouty lips:
“Be careful who to throw those rumors,
You cannot escape.”
As faithful as sheep,
As treacherous as fox.
You will never see me coming:
I hunt,
I kill.
I’ll put your chopped-off head inside the box.
Categories:
pouty, evil,
Form:
I do not know?
BODY LANGUAGE OF A FLING
From London, he asked her wherein
pouty lips said yes with a grin;
through her flush she denied
erect boobies implied…
she wanted the fling to begin.
LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE LIMERICK CONTEST
For Jan Allison 10/15/2016
Categories:
pouty, funny,
Form:
Limerick
One step forward
Two steps back
Swipe his card
And push him back
Three moves left
Four moves right
I call this theft
But never at night
Five meters down
Six meters high
This pretty red gown
Sees through your lie
Seven dazzling smiles
Eight pouty lips
A hundred miles
For a thousand trips
Categories:
pouty, analogy, art, city, feelings, first love, love,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
A skin, bit rough, and brownish fair;
A rounded face and short black hair;
Fine vignettes on a wide forehead
that seems to think the ways ahead.
Cherry red lips, thick and pouty;
Two big ears, a nose that's humpy;
Big black eyes with flickery wink
seem to fathom the way you think.
Self portrait poetry contest
7th place
Categories:
pouty, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Easy floats breezy
Crudely taints comely
Blindly knows vainly
Moody fakes jazzy
Folly feels jolly
Picky pokes messy
Silly slots pouty
Loudly drums petty
Empty words plenty
Greedy falls madly
Calmly woos happy
Sporty knows sexy
Pretty prompts sweetly
Happy charms wisely
Leon Enriquez
12 April 2017
Singapore
Categories:
pouty, betrayal,
Form:
Couplet
She is the best grudge holder I have ever met.
I must give her the crown for longest stamina for a grudge.
It is a rare person who would take satisfaction from this title.
She is one who not only likes it but thrives in it.
Reveling in her pouty ways, scaring off suitors and family.
I would ask her friends if this behavior affects them
But there aren’t any….
Categories:
pouty, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Free verse
She was just sitting there, not paying attention.
A sitting duck? I guessed.
She glared at me.
Can I please finish the story?
I knew then I was in for a pouty evening.
So I was quiet.
As long as I could be.
A sitting duck? I guessed again.
I had seen the photo on social media.
She has not spoken to me since.
Angry that I know what she has for breakfast
And what color panties she has on….
Categories:
pouty, 10th grade, 11th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form:
Free verse
Be still my heart, my eyes behold
Beauty like never seen,
Expressions I cannot withhold
Straight from Vogue magazine.
Her raven hair flows down
The bodice of her gown
Beneath a pouty frown,
I must depart,
Be still my heart.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written August 31, 2021
for "Quietus-August 2021" Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
[syllables verified by PS]
Categories:
pouty, beautiful, beauty, lust, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
So tell me dear, what have you there
above your pouty lip?
I can do little more than stare
where tempered words oft slip.
With roundish humor, there it sits
a black spot on a stage-
a dancing actress camping glitz
attention- all the rage.
The charm of such a simple mark
so fortunately placed,
will conjure up a coy remark
how loveliness is graced.
(for the Holy MOLE-y!! contest)
Categories:
pouty, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
From her family’s looks she remains,
Perhaps most likely-
Fair white skin
Flowing blond hair
Flashing green eyes
Pouty lips moistly tinged rose
However, one can not truly tell,
For she is covered in
One Big Beauty Mark
Blotchy Brown
Fuzzed Hairs
Raised and Greasy
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
Categories:
pouty, confusion, funny, happiness, life, people, social, teen,
Form:
Free verse
cry cry cry
wha wha wha
I smile.
cry cry cry
wha wha wha
I laugh
I receive the pouty face now. I smile.
Stomp stomp stomp
Slam
I am relieved.
I listen to this stuff all day and I get paid for it.
Real money. From children who need extra attention.
He knows I am done when I get home.
I simply cannot stand one more whine. Anyway, he should know.
He has been married to me for forty-seven years.
Categories:
pouty, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Felines with natural cattitudes
haughty, prissy, full of aloof and disdain
show indignant behaviors with regularity
Being high strung, anxious, and pouty
has been inbred and ingrained.
They can go from happily purring
To full out attack mode in an instant
Holding grudges? Yes, they are terrific at this.
Punishing their owners until the right brand of catnip
or the right color cat toy has been dangled in front of them.
Categories:
pouty, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form:
Free verse
Lemonhead
Lemonhead your taste
is too sour to my tongue,
Your lemon zest has the power to
twist and contort my full pouty lips,
to pucker-up like two crooked lines of an
equal sign.
You’re a liar, a fink, a worthlessly fake
human being. If I could smell you,
your odor would stink
and repulse me.
No wonder you cower in your dark corner,
sucking your red throbbing thumb.
You are nothing but
a useless lemonhead,
no one cares to eat.
Categories:
pouty, angst
Form:
Free verse
You cite to tell,
A pouty play;
Yes you seem well,
Mellow as clay.
Words do not come,
Simple feels lost;
Work crafts new sums,
Poise puzzles cost.
Plain lines ooze out,
Need knows dangle;
Crazy slits shout,
Frozen deed strangles.
Time to now say,
Words on strange grounds;
Cheer goes away,
Words feel unsound.
Empty looks grand,
***** cooks fancy;
Shallow old friend,
Quirky glitzy.
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2017
Singapore
Categories:
pouty, allegory,
Form:
Quatrain
Come, Yesha, claim what nature has given in full.
Freshly bathed I saw you
Soft unstained skin a-glowing
Stars twinkling in your hair.
How can I forget you look?
Those grey-blue eyes piercing
Through my desiring heart.
Your fuller pouty lower lip,
Inviting my upper to touch
Making me quite nervous.
I don’t need to get the tips,
Beautiful lips sink ships,
Increase one’s heart beats.
The recesses of my heart
Needs to feel throbbing
Come give intellectual touches.
Categories:
pouty, lost love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Above a beached bleached paperback, "The Doors of Perception",
a pent-up penchant for greed is flung wide open:
The esophagus of a seagull sky grows narrow
until one seagull stomachs trash with zero
tolerance for sharing. Squeaky double doors apprise
descending gulls this bird has wings doubling in size.
Squishy moist sand, footprint-ridged into pouty lips,
chased-away seagulls waddle toward crushed crumbs.
Captains trudge farther ashore or return to ships.
Categories:
pouty, beach, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a steampunk mind whirling against the face of new
Colorful in all directions, I like what is happening inside
I live my truth, my dendrites dancing in happy rhythm
Others complain they are stagnant, I live not to be
My pouty lips are natural, no liposuction or faux injections
There is blue green in my eyes with flecks of gold interest
I am an erudite, talented, eager, enthusiastic, and joyfull me
Stand back if you do not understand, for I am ready for lift off
Categories:
pouty, me,
Form:
Free verse
vixen ...
it defies sense
that such fetid phrase
and coarse, careless curses
can drift so dourly from plump little bows
perfect, pouty, chili pepper lips
dripping with dangled prepositions
and dangerous propositions
so, love ... what wish?
what shiny champagne-notioned bauble
will twist that naughty purse
into a sweet, sassy ...
yes?
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Pick 2, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
pouty, kiss, lust, passion, sensual, words,
Form:
Free verse