Short Ready(A) Poems
Short Ready(A) Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ready(A) by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ready(A) by length and keyword.
No Smoking In Bed
take it from a old fool
your not being cool
by jokeing
and cokeing
ready a book instead
NO SMOKING IN BED...
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Categories:
ready(a), confusion,
Form:
Light Verse
How To Make a Chocolate Kettle
Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle...
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Categories:
ready(a), children,
Form:
Couplet
Whishing Things To Gain
For every action, one makes up his mind to take
May expect either some joy from it or some pain
Thus he must be ready a great effort to make
For every single thing, he is yearning to gain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 September 2021...
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Categories:
ready(a), hope, joy, pain,
Form:
Quatrain
When You Are Ready
"When You Are Ready" – A Triolet
"You must wait for happier days,
They will come when you are ready."
Is that just a meaningless phrase?
"You must wait for happier days."
Trapped in an eerie monstrous maze
I have to keep my mind steady!
"You must wait for happier days
They will come when you are ready!"
LW 01/18/2019...
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Categories:
ready(a), angst, anxiety, inspiration,
Form:
Triolet
WAITING FOR YOU
No push, no pressure, no forced embrace Just a quiet waiting, in this sacred space.
When you're ready, a whisper on the breeze,
My heart will hear you, rustling through the trees.
Right here I'll be, a beacon in the night, Waiting patiently, with all my might.
No expectations, no demands I make, Just a silent promise, for goodness sake.
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Categories:
ready(a), boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Animus In Prelude
Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting my eyes
Red and yellow seeps through thin skin
Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil
Morning is the enemy....
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Categories:
ready(a), nature
Form:
Free verse