Short Primps Poems

Short Primps Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Primps by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Primps by length and keyword.


Juniors Feeding Time

mellow
fellow
yellow
jello

Tot throws at the mellow fellows chair
as Dad primps his yellow jello hair



1-22-18
Form: Tyburn


Premium Member a hiku

u  n  h  u  r  r  I  e  d  l  y
   she primps as her new beau
            waits                          outside her door
Form: Haiku

A-Cat-A-Comb

A-CAT-A-COMB
NINE-LIVES-A-TALE *

SHE-PRIMPS-AND-PREENS
EACH-FINE-DE-TAIL *

WITH-TONGUE-TO-FUR
PAW-FACE-AND-TAIL *

THIS-DEATH-A-TOMB
SHE-SHANT-EN-TAIL *

   ~TH~
© Tom Hitt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member 'Whew'

     the wizened old owl 
        primps in her room
     facing autumn’s long night 

     loosens her neck, swivels around
        cuts loose with a shrieking ‘Hoo’ sound

     hops to the branch where she normally sits
        ‘What’s this?’ a young owl is perched there

     ‘Just keeping your seat warm, Ma’am,’ thus she
        ‘The chill of first frost’s in the air’

Rural Tragedy

A yellow-toothed moon
      primps in the mirror
            of Mid-western ponds.

Cats
             snake in and out
of red-faced barns
                      gone mad.

In Kansas-land...
      in the operating room
            of your dreams,
morning comes
                    dawn-drawn
by six gold stallions
            half-stepping
                    toward eternity.
© Glen Enloe  Create an image from this poem.


Painted Lady, Morning Glory

Early each morn before the dawn she primps and prettifies shadows her eyes plucks her brows then brushes them back with a non-complementing brutal shade of black lipstick applies rouges her cheeks powders her nose lacquers her hair files then paints her nails fingers and toes pampers places it never shows and every night washes it all away only to do it go through it all over again exactly the same at sunrise the very next day
Form: Rhyme

Painted Lady, Morning Glory

Early each morn before the dawn she primps and prettifies shadows her eyes plucks her brows then brushes them back with a non-complementing brutal shade of black lipstick applies rouges her cheeks powders her nose lacquers her hair files then paints her nails fingers and toes pampers places it never shows and every night washes it all away only to do it go through it all over again exactly the same at sunrise the very next day
Form: Rhyme

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