Short Roll Over Poems
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everywhere you go
and this is so
they they play
doing it this way
in the yard
roll over logs
its
KIDS AND THE DOGS
The sound of a good poem;
words that roll over the tongue
fall into the ear
ricochet off the mind
and berth at the heart.
gut/brain axis
labour and taxes
bread bred to roll over
feds fed to rule over
you are what you eat
to tender and bleat
theyer a team
some dogs or mean
its a boys dream
to have by his side
to be a guild
watch play roll over logs
itthe
BOY AND HIS DOG
they all have ring
and do there thing
cat or slick and quick
dogs roll over like a log
rats move do this and that
this is
CATS DOGS AND RATS
Drivers
Roll over.
Screws, flip over.
With pressure, twists and turns
Safer.
some or small
some or tall
some or wide in side
they roll over like a log
your dog
as you start thur the park
some can barg talk
on that
DOG WALK
in your home
some or not alone
they run around
up and down
some barg and soft
sound mabe a mouse
mabe roll over like a log
ITS
CAT HOUSE
AND DOG
A fellow got into a
fix
Trying to teach his
dog some new tricks
His canine named
Rover
Refused to roll over
And seemed totally
blind to thrown
sticks
my eyes or wet
when i think of my pets
love them around
there'll my city and town
they chase the bad rats
some some roll over a log
MY FAMILY IS MY DOGS AND CATS
You scream bloody murder together
Promise her your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever
the abused
did not roll over
and tamely die
the ‘victim’ just blew
a kiss of love
the void
holds no grudges
the oppressor
inevitably suffered
as hate spewed spread poison
Roll over with messy hair,
Celebrate, watch the sunrise;
Cinnamon coffee on ice;
An easy acoustic song
wake me with your perfect voice;
Blueberries and swollen lips,
take a breakfast holiday.
Fire on fire
Water roll over water
Air blends well in air
Nature gives desire
Little raindrop gives me ear
Much blow things over
Its bonus pleasure
We are all bless by nature
Pure discreet treasure
The sound of the birds chirping;
soft blankets, easy feeling;
A slow yawn at the alarm,
a quick roll over again;
A nice text message from you;
I smile thinking of your eyes,
It’s sunshine in the morning.
TONIGHT
MIDNIGHT CALLS
FINDS ME ALONE
IN THE DARK CORNER
OF MY RAMBLING MIND
WAVES ROLL OVER ME
THE ECHO OF SILENCE
IT SHATTERS
IT IS BEYOND ME
BUT ALSO INSIDE
CLUTTERING MY SOUL
WITH EXCESS
A BLACK HOLE.
It's warm beneath this duvet.
Outside it's cold and grey.
I wish I could roll over
And stay in bed today.
There's things I should be doing,
But if you'd let me choose
I'd stay beneath this duvet
And keep on pressing snooze
Go back to sleep, sweetheart.
Get rest, roll over, close your eyes and
Be still, my love.
Your tossing and turning
Your restless night wanderings
They disturb my dreams.
Don't forget we share this same bed
Though thousands of miles apart.
Through the window,
The glare of the moon.
Lights up my eyes,
Not only my room.
I flip over my pillow,
And roll over in bed,
But like sugar plum fairies,
You dance through my head.
In hopes I don't wake up,
In thoughts of our break up,
In wishes we make up,
I lay.
Light and airy.
Fast and scary.
Tones are up.
Beat is down.
Wondering what made that sound.
No instrument I can play,
that would make for a good day.
Yet, I hear that sound roll over
in my head,
playing again and again
like a carpenter's thread.
Where are the Dinosaurs gone?,
Tracing beyond the Amazon forests,
Plants and lives loaded,
To the Noah's ship in safe,
On a head count, the tribes,
Passed the Earth in peace,in dearth and death,
Roll over the sky labs into the woods,
To save the dying noses and not the Di nos aurs!
The luring into
the larva pose,
like raking leaves
and scrubbing scum off tapestries,
we work for the shine.
Let your better half fold itself
and roll over onto the turgid glaze.
Breathe fully, quietly in these days
and patient your perseverance.
The season remains the stronghold
to all God-willing fates.
You lay by my side,
sound asleep.
I sit there awake,
thinking of us.
You sit up awake,
as I lay there asleep.
We roll over in the morning,
with the sun rising.
We look at each other,
waiting for a connection.
The connection was lost years ago,
when you were seventeen.
Now it’s just the status quo,
to be with you.
Six AM is
NOT a
Solace:
The ( waking ) hours
Seem
NO
Better.
Roll over and press then
Panic Switch
(In your
too
loose
pants and
Flyaway bangs
And nosebleeds)
Wishing
A death
Upon the sunRISE
"Because
I
Said".
"Good, Evil, Rage: Me"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
The sun plays peek-a-boo with blinds in my room.
I roll over in bed to the other side.
My alarm clock goes off with a whining boom.
I can no longer stay in my bed and hide.
It is the beginning of a brand new day.
There is no time to go outside, run, and play.
My job at a busy building calls my name.
The nation's economy is what I blame!