Short Relievers Poems

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


Premium Member Babe Ruth's Game

This is about baseball America's game Been a fan since the forties, sure isn't the same The shift, the relievers The staunch believers But the game's not the same, whatta shame
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Hips

I can deep bend, I can prance, I can dance.
But when it's time for bed, not in romance.
I toss, turn in intense pain.
My hips, a drain on my brain.
Prescribe relievers are not worth two cents.
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Closer

It is the closer’s job to shut the door. We don’t want the other team to score. Relief pitchers take over where the starters depart. When assuming this role, relievers need a lot of heart. In the last inning, get them out one, two, three. It feels so much better to leave town with a victory.
Form: Rhyme

British Politics

Politics what does it stands for? 
Is it a bunch of idiots trying to get votes door to door?
No it’s really many parasites 
Abusing my human rights
By spending my tax to fund an Afghanistan civil war

They call themselves leaders
In fact they are income tax bleeders
Like lambs to the slaughter
They sure to tax the water
So they can benefit from the  tax relievers



*Leader or Follower contest*
Form: Limerick

Live Long

It is no sin,

To dream the joys,

The bliss of harmony,

No tension of reality,

Sometimes a get away,

Is necessary to ease,

The overtake of daily life,

So why not take time,

To ponder on the good aspects,

That meditative daydreaming has,

Or shud I say stress relievers,

By health,

It is definitive,

To feel light and free,

Feeling evermore in glee,

Under the shade of thee!
© Han Abdul  Create an image from this poem.


Hate of Pain Relievers

Just take this blue pill
Oh hold it wait
You need to sallow this swill
I hope you don’t faint

From the loss of your blood
You start to feel woozy
And don’t feel so good
Well this ones a doozy

I’ll give you a shot
So you can feel better
Oh wait I forgot
I’ll give you a sweater

To help with the chills
It is a side affect
From some of your pills
Please don’t reflect

About all of the big bills
I will bring a big platter
Everyone of them kills
It will not really matter
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