Short Ratchet Poems
Short Ratchet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ratchet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ratchet by length and keyword.
Always stay classy,
you make me want to be ratchet;
Imagination;
These thoughts that I am having;
Oh, What you would think of me.
I had a Head Nurse that was just born mean
The ugliest woman I'd ever seen
A voice like sharp ice
Never could be nice
She made old Nurse Ratchet seem like a queen
Twilight settles in
after the wind drops off
when the lightning bugs
flash on and off
and the crickets
ratchet up their screeching
later, still as a cemetary
~ dead of the night
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name BLOCK~ BLOCK~ BLOCK
tongue tied was all the go,
when i was young n simple so,
ratchet jaw is now i be,
tongue trips me up so constantly,
bites me tongue oh no...
thanks Russell...
I'm not all that handy,
nor so very bright too
I sometimes ask dumb questions
that's one thing I'm apt to do
One day I asked my father;
"Say, Dad, what's a ratchet?"
he fixed me with a wise look,
and said, "Son, it's just a
bit bigger than a mouse sh_t!
Grateful for your love
Ratchet old cottonwood tree looks dried out and dead to me
Winters temperatures scavenger cold long Robin perched above
O' behold what a wonderful God who provides for them and us
--Always
So thankful
I AM soul grateful for His love
2/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Comeback God sacked a craft sassed to last /
Grasp no slack or sag with the rap slap/
Pressure the bag and tip of the cap /
Coder crack hat and lift that latch /
Off the docket and out the casket /
Almost a tragic trashed hit had him cashed in /
Dodged that tactic now have the out to last kit /
Hoss’s odds lodged a socket to play with any ratchet
History is just a succession of not great men
What sages for ages on pages did spot & pen
Confession get the impression are right again
Mystery as why don't all ken the dragons den
Gist Don & Ben zealots plots with Zionist zen
When ratchet the hate up to ten they say amen
Lost in mist narcissist tryst of the fist now & then
Riot and rebellion reoccur in my rest.
has been ramified and ranked, in My rate
Round and round, revealing remorse
Righteous reputation, reverse reverence
Rack on my ratchet and roar to the rope.
Resident reutilization is running out of the Romp.
Give up the race to rehabilitate Renal.
Reverential Razor Ridiculously Regal
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Ksanet B../ peace of mind
So I embrace her with the arms of God ;
I sing to her but with the mouth of angels choirs;
Staring at on horizon with eagle eyes;
I walk on the water floating like swimming swans;
For she is the heart that I love;
Enhance future tense one day will fly above;
Like two sparrows rising high;
Ratchet raptured up alive to meet Jesus in the sky;
2/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Tonight I'll saddle up the scorpion
kicking to hell its armored flanks
ratchet legs charging straight ahead
poison lance hovering above my head
claws snapping at the cooling desert wind,
hunting for fiery pieces of moon-tinged sin.
I'll romp with a band of glass-blown vamps
in Bosh's tasseled garden of earthly delights-
Come sunrise, I'll dismount my poisonous tank
don a tie and ride a three-piece suited Pegasus.
Ratchet Gentrification
Sneaky Dislocation
A People Sank Deeper Into An Abyss of Desperation
No Lubrication....
In Summation....
Screwed...
Without Consideration
of The Deprivation of Unaffordable Habitation
Nostalgic Disintegration
Of Memories Nesting in the hearts of Generations
Shameful Demonstration of Humanity...
Straight up Insanity...
Sad to Say
Failure to Realize Damage Done Today...
Create a Price Future Offspring Will Pay....
just jumped over the hurdles;
Been restricted down to the borders;
Now I'm even flowing further;
As my course is being laid out,
transfigurated something was left out;
No more reality please
As my Uber ran out of gas;
And Google was lost;
I found myself ratchet covered in dross;
Unrefined on the internet intersection of life;
Abused abandon and without;
Nomore reality please;
This Thang I'm in not that--
1/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
... That maybe I need to ratchet it down a bit,
Least I appear too annoyingly enthusiatic. (HAHAHAHA)
But I want you all to know,
The beauty of poetry
And my appreciation
For all it's form
Or where it came from
Is my heart's most fervent passion.....
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Nancy took a tumble
And went falling down the stairs.
The slickness of the marble
Must have caught her unawares.
Yet who at 84 years old
Wears shoes with 4-inch heels?
Though since a hip replacement,
There’s a photo that reveals
That Pelosi, back at work,
Left her stilettos in the dust.
She’s sporting clogs, a look to which
She might have to adjust.
We all make compromises
As we ratchet up the years,
Though despite her new flat shoes,
She still will tower o’er her peers.