Short Rinks Poems
Short Rinks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rinks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rinks by length and keyword.
Watching the Winter Olympics from afar
I wish I were an ice-skating star
To soar and twirl, leap up to the sky ~
in empty indoor rinks in July
Categories:
rinks, dream, hope, sports, star,
Form:
Couplet
Did you ever try growing minks?
Or writing poems with kinks?
With dark or colored inks?
And soft and lightened pinks?
Write messages that links,
With the Mysterious Sphinx?
Get on a boat that sinks?
Use metals made of zinc's?
Go skating at the rinks?
"AW," you say, "That stinks!"
For that, my eye now winks!
And I'll just put a jinx,
On anyone that blinks!!!
Categories:
rinks, funny
Form:
Monorhyme
Mothers sit and wait a great deal of their lives
At dance recitals
At softball games
At skating rinks
Mothers sit and wait a great deal of their lives
Outside school buildings
Outside churches
Outside art studios
Mothers sit and wait a great deal of their lives
for some fathers to wise up
for some fathers to return
for some fathers to take their turns sitting and waiting
Categories:
rinks, mother,
Form:
Light Verse
Twenty cases of logs in a jar of jam is a must for a lobsTer building a raft. As crafting willow bark takes time so comforted them sea creatures are then admiring the vast array of jam jars with their googly eyes. Yet if a pickle could race an elephant and a donkey then secretion would fall creating vast skating rinks. Oh how simply delightful to jam trade deals in effortless weaves. Webs on websites then. Deficit dressed at a fancy dress ball as a balloon.
Categories:
rinks, abuse, age,
Form:
Blank verse
Time clock,
Baby
Stuck on the inside
out on the black bench,
Baby.
Never going back like the good old days
like the jinxed rinks, cut out
like watersheds.
It’s so obvious,
Baby.
That you want the top shelf
honey, lookin’ like a million bucks.
Those rose pedals for the first time
love, in the attic up top,
Baby.
For the first time, overlook the city
with a new clock.
For hours we sat unlocked,
waiting for the Sun to show up.
Categories:
rinks, love,
Form:
Ballad