Short Revs Poems
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The brakes squeak
and the car hisses…..
a puncture
The spare tyre replaced
the engine revs again
the journey continues.
Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
revs, image, imagery,
Form:
Imagism
someone’s baby boy
relishing in spring fever
motorcycle revs
looks hot in leather
should be wearing a helmet
chaps over blue jeans
someone's baby boy
tearing down busy freeway
motorcycle fever
Categories:
revs, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Kicks tires
Checks wires
Full stop
Revs prop
Must heed
Airspeed
Thumbs up
Climbs up
No sweat
(Not yet)
Alas
No gas
In spin
Chagrin
No chute
Oh shoot
Bad day
Mayday
Crashed plane
On plain
Washout
No doubt
Categories:
revs, flying, humorous,
Form:
Footle
erotic red!
colored
partially unclad
barely a reveal
a pole dancer
standing provocatively
exposes the mold
dances the wall
on the lap of the paint
peeled raw to the grain
she tugs at your groin
rattles your pallet
revs the engine of your pristine thoughts
shoves your brain into the ground
erotic read!
Categories:
revs, red,
Form:
Free verse
another weekday
she awakens
to the sunrise aroma of
preset coffee brewing
her eyes still closed
she thinks about her day
and slowly starts to form
thoughts in her head
so much to do
so little time
a jolt of java
revs up the engine
give her a minute
she'll come to life
another sip
and there it is
it's all systems go!
AP: 1st place 2025
Categories:
revs, day, morning,
Form:
Free verse
Rain sprinkled on my forehead.
She sprinkled on my nose.
She sprinkled off my freckles.
And went other places sprinkle goes.
Rain dripped past my armpits
She dribbled down my belly.
She oozed past my knees.
Sliding past breakfast jelly.
Rain pooled in my crevices,
Luckily I did not mind being wet.
Sprinkling kind of revs me up
You would know that if we’ve met.
Categories:
revs, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Each morning I sit
On the edge of the bed
Stirring the thoughts
Inside of my head
One thing I've found
In the finding of out
If my thoughts sit too long
They tend to gel
So I start on the left
Stir to the right
Mixing up thoughts
Inside of my mind
I do what I do
Before I set the cruise
Revs my mind up
For a moment or two
On the edge of the bed
Where each morning I sit
Stirring the thoughts
Inside of my head
Categories:
revs, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Orange stimulates every fiber of my being
Coaxing out the most creative sides of myself
Sizzling singing slinging dazzling dancing prancing orange.
The happiest color there could ever be
She revs me up, excites my libido, enthuses and amuses
Orange increases my joy by leaps and heaps
She shows me the tango, flashes her brazen smile,
Pirouettes in high heels, and flips me some sassy.
I would be lost without orange actually; adrift and helpless.
Categories:
revs, art,
Form:
Light Verse
THE OLD WOMAN
The old woman
begging in busy streets
getting abused
LEAVING DAD
My mother said to me
dear son I’m divorcing your dad
good luck to him
LIVING
The engine revs and the wheels turn
my heartbeats and life goes on
in slow-motion
ASLEEP
Snoring gently the body sleeps
on a bed under the quilt
dreaming along the way
A DATE
Dating a blue nose lady
with skin as white as snow
a bulldog breed
Categories:
revs, life,
Form:
Haiku
he’s eccentric and bizarre
love my neighbour but only from afar
since he keeps all his doors ajar
I saw he keeps his glass eye in a jar
when in the morning he revs up his car
he pretends to be going to a seminar
he’s convinced he is a rising star
walks around in his peignoir
in his mouth a footlong cigar
and in one hand a european guitar
once he offered me some caviar
then walked away without an aurevoir!
AP: 2nd place 2021
Posted on August 5, 2019
Categories:
revs, fun, humorous, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Monorhyme
Uniformed camels
Backpacks in the place of humps
Looking left then right
The gates inviting the herd
Ready for a new school day
Mr Jones's car
Yet again won't bloody start
It revs and splutters
Bursts into life and then flames
He works from home anyway
Winnie's rose garden
where the birds come for a bathe
and shelter from rain
There she goes, mowing again
She needs a belt for those pants.....
Jodie Williams for
Francine's The View contest
17th Sept 2011
Categories:
revs, life,
Form:
Tanka