Short Pull Out Poems
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this my kind of weather
it don't get no better
go park stay until dark
pull out a sleeping cot
NOT TO COLD
NOT TO HOT
they carry a load
on the road
they eat
and sleep
at a truck stop
pull out a cot
in parking lot
some or sucker
theyer
TRUCKER
Form:
winter or fall
or know balls
when its that time
i pull out line
and the hook
and we book
mean my dog
he rolls over log
as i pnone talk
on the
DOG WALK
The cowboy was ready for a fight
Then realized his pants were to tight
He couldn’t pull out his gun
Turns, then tries to run
Got trampled and lost his eye-sight
Prayer is not like a
spare wheel
That you just pull out when you feel
The wound of your heart doesn't heal
And the pain in your life is real.
Form: Dalit
its now season
here's the reason
homeless lines
so be kind
pull out can goods
its understood
so many need food stack
put it on the rack
DON;T TURN YOUR
BACK
There once was a pilot from Alpine
Who became a father in month nine
Took her to the hangar
Where inside he did bang ‘er
But like his plane, didn’t pull out in time
Give me some pliers so I can pull out my tooth.
I want it gone now.
Dentist?
No thank you.
They always hurt me.
If you can’t find the pliers, bring me a power drill.
Feeling a whole bunch sillier today
Maybe it's the weather or the moon's ballet
Giggles are tops
Pull out the stops
Laugh till your belly hurts and you fart, olé!
Feeling a whole bunch sillier today
Maybe it's the weather or the moon's ballet
Giggles are tops
Pull out the stops
Laugh till your belly hurts and you fart, olé!
My book nook is a tiny haven for me.
I can entertain myself in there for hours you see.
Becoming a pirate, a dinosaur, or Captain Hook.
All I have to do is pull out the right book.
Peer inside
Deep into the depths of your heart
What is beheld
Tender and soft
Thou doesn't know what lies beneath
Pull out the strings of feelings
See your true self
And love it...
when you pull out your crayons
colour me happy
and when you do
draw outside the lines
choose the colours
that are seldom used
then draw from me easy
that which is hardest to find
Santa Jack's under the weather so I'm hear to say
Let's all write a limerick or two today
It should be funny
Or a little bit punny
So pull out your pencils and start writing away
Dead Poet Society
More prophet, more fire, a dead
poet society, ring, pull out
skeleton, which lyes casket,
release the ghost that cores
your darkest secret, if you
dare...
Carma Reed
01-06-13
When you try to pull out of my eyes
The sacred pearls I kept hidden from this world
To quench your thirst in evil ways
I shall hide them under my pillow like soaked dreams
You will never be able to see my pains.
Smell this
Smell that
Look thin
Feel fat
Breath in
Breath out
Drop in
Fall out
Step forward
Step back
Pull out
The tack
Clean wound
No scar
Move fast
Go far
Good day
Good night
Always
Alright
Form:
"They cut my leaves,
they cut my trunk
they dropped my headdress,
But they didn't pull out my roots...
So I went on living"...!
PS: Potiguara surviving group of Indians who inhabit Baia da Traiçao, Paraiba Brazil
I want to speak to you so badly
but I’m just going to sit here hoping
you’ll start the conversation.
Boys are so dense!
I even send an obvious signal:
I didn't pull out my phone and get all busy
the moment we were alone.
Duh.
forgive all evil
go on turn the other cheek
perhaps in dreamland
hug enemies at arms length
kiss ~ but first pull out their teeth
By
David Kavanagh
Stop the bleeding
Stop the hurt
Pull out the knife
You helped insert
Stop the bleeding
Stop the pain
Bandage the opening
Before it can stain
Stop the bleeding
Make it go away
take away the sorrow
you caused by being
G.A.Y.
Form:
He's my wildflower
growin in my garden
burstin with colors
I didn't know were me
My wildflower
takin over my garden
the most beautiful flower
I can see
I'll pull out my roses
I'll move my rocks
my garden is wild
is free
Love Mom
Stoned Hair A Mass
Tattooed – Sullen – Spiteful
Hip – Hip – Hip
I Have never seen my face,
Except in reflection –
Narcissistic passion
Pull out my eyes
Look back at the beast,
In denial of innards
Not faith –
Where is God?
The Sea . . .
Her eyes are like glittering shards of light blue topaz
They see into my soul and pull out my hidden thoughts
I try to avoid her, but she is everywhere, appearing suddenly
Is she an angel, a soul reader or what?
I do not know
But here she comes now
Tik Tok
Stop the clock
As I for one
Cannot
Forever be on a stopwatch
Always
Dancing to Tik Tok
My time now though is nearly up
So I rewind the clock
Then pull out the stop
Tik Tok, Tik Tok,
But sooner or later
The dance will stop..
DAMO