Short Rolodex Poems
Short Rolodex Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rolodex by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rolodex by length and keyword.
A lady who loves oral sex
Took to bed 3 cowboys named, "Tex"
One was well-hung
One for his tongue
And the third for his Rolodex
Categories:
rolodex, relationship,
Form:
Limerick
writing this
next poem
i think i
wrote
this before
but my mind's
rolodex suggests
something similar but
not quite
the same
but the
same
though
i want to
pen a poem
in present tense
my time has
just ended before
posting this this will be
my past
Categories:
rolodex, muse,
Form:
I do not know?
I've been wanting to call you,
but the rolodex was trashed decades ago,
and the laptops got Alzheimer's.
I need a Bakelite dial phone
one heavy enough
to withstand some heavy breathing.
When the living and the dead communicate
they need the right tools.
Love never dies they say,
yet an I-phone has a microchip
that has everything, but a heart.
Categories:
rolodex, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
as I wander on this beach
alone with my thoughts
that are so deep
thinking about a path to take
contemplating all that’s left
putting mistakes in the past
lessons learned and filed away
to be recalled when needed
an accordian file of those I’ve hurt
a rolodex of pain received
I face the future
not with a clean slate
I reflect on what will be
an obscure crystal ball
dictated from the power above
the high tides and green grass
Categories:
rolodex, introspection
Form:
Free verse
He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.
He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.
A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?
Categories:
rolodex, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.
He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.
A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?
Categories:
rolodex, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
she has sent
me so many
photographs
some i see
to cry others
i want to laugh
but she sent me
one hundred but
truly three times that
when i want a look
i don't pick and choose
i spin them as a rolodex
i never know what
the heck to expect
i open them then
review
but the most i've
found perhaps
profound
those photos
oh so relaxed
and readying
to sleep
i hold
dear
to my heart
and keep
my own
she seems
eyes closed
tight and always
sleeping
Categories:
rolodex, muse,
Form:
I do not know?