Short Queue Poems
Short Queue Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Queue by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Queue by length and keyword.
A handsome man from Peru,
Found himself in a stew,
He had no money,
Which isn't funny,
So he had to join the dole queue
The ladies stood in a long queue
The mayor thought they might sue
With their knees together
In all kinds of weather
They await their turn in the loo
THE QUEUE
It looks like a male at that yew.
I’m surprised: don’t know about you.
For I’ve always thought
That, when taken short,
It’s only the women that queue
I waited,
In a queue
I waited,
In a queue
I waited,
In a queue
You ask,
Which queue?
I waited,
In a queue
You repeat,
Which queue?
You queue
I answer,
From the queue
While sharing the ride
and not a lot to see or do
seated side by side
in the Chunnel queue
with commuters driving home
I took a look at the view
carpool tunnel vision syndrome
With massive boobs in bra of Saphire blue
She is indeed voluptuous to view
To feel her seductive love
And make her their hottie dove
Men vie with each other standing in queue
How happy the dogs are to find a tree.
Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee.
They look a disciplined crew.
All are lined up in a queue.
When all are done, a flowing stream you’ll see!
Excuse me
She said
And squeezed into the spot before me
At the check-out line
I squeezed her breasts in return
She fully accepted
But later called the police
When her husband
Was looking for her bra
I feel like a thief
Form:
We stand like statues of hunger-
Ticket numbers for halos,rationed dreams.
The queue curves like a funeral procession,
Every sigh a shovel stroke in invincible graves.
The air smells of waiting,the walls of wet wool.
We hum hymns to the god of "Next!",
And the floor creaks under our collective shame.
A creative urge arises
It’s origin to us unknown
Grace in-pours through heart’s open door
Ushering blissful surprises
Focus peaks, rose in bloom full blown
Spoken of in awe in folklore
Divine ignition continues
It’s renewal continual
Where we’re a humble receptor
Witnessing how rapture renews
Here and now, in life’s pulse dual
Bliss piercing each body vector
As we burn in mind-body urn
Our soul thus ascends, out of turn
Your two in the queue
The announcement says
A poem I thought through
Two in the queue, I laughed
My sense of humour going daft
Holding music blasting out
Hurting my ears with this musical drought.
Your two in the queue again she says
My mind wondering by now
Why am I phoning, memory refresh
Five minutes have gone
I'm still hanging on
Its ringing
The music I miss
Good morning can I help you
I thought I was two in the queue
If one is sick and in a long queue,
One needs some guy’s immediate rescue.
No challenging one with “it’s my turn”.
What if it’s a bad case of Heartburn?
Let The Sick grab your earned position,
As you make it Quickest Decision!
If one should drop dead from your stern ‘No!’,
Watchers would The Ruthless in you know…
Yet, who is sick and in a long queue
Should know another mission is due:
His many needs reduce to ‘A few’
More focussing on Medical Crew.