Short Run Of The Mill Poems
Short Run Of The Mill Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Run Of The Mill by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Run Of The Mill by length and keyword.
A Beguiling Life
From
my
kismet
this time, I
will ask boldly, a
different kind of life to live...
Full of adventures, romance of beguiling nature;
but not again, a mundane, normal, humdrum and a run-of-the-mill life anymore.
...
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Categories:
run of the mill, adventure, life, mystery,
Form:
Fibonacci
I Met a Deer
I met a deer
I met a deer a big brown deer.
We met in the dark.
Not as friends just a run of the mill meeting.
I had to stop but it was too late
The meeting was over and the deer was dead.
I guess a car at 65 would not make a good friend of a deer.
So stay out of my way. I like deer meat....
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Categories:
run of the mill, animal, death,
Form:
Free verse
Uniformity a Freed Verse
UNIFORMITY
a
romantic
wondering
in enchanted
impressions
such
remote sounding such
breath
an unmissable
sight
resisting
translation
this
curious feeling
absorbed
painstakingly
in
matching
run of the mill
fictions
with
a
startling
alternate
as
singular
abstracts
of
stillness
in a setting
of the ordinary...
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Categories:
run of the mill, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
My Monster Is Dumb!
all the other kids
had the standard monster fare...
lurking in the closet,
hiding under the bed...
my luck, I got a monster
with ADLD...
yeah..attention deficit learning disorder
da_m dumb monster
hidin' in my desk drawer!!
don't he see it's got a lock
he'll never get to me
tonight I'll pray again
I get a regular monster
even run of the mill...
this dummy...
he's over the hill!...
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Categories:
run of the mill, adventure, childhood, imagination,
Form:
Burlesque
Freudian Field Day
A mental mind freak,
Or just your every day,
Run of the mill nut bar,
If you prefer.
Eloquently presented,
But not really.
Unless bat crap crazy
Dressed up as a pretty girl,
Is your cup of tea.
Making friends with the blade too much,
Making enemies with food even more.
Puff puff,
And there’s a pretty little smoke ring
From one of many chain smoked cigarettes.
Crazy you say?
Nope, most certainly not.
I’m just a bloody field day
For every one of those Freud wannabes....
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Categories:
run of the mill, depression
Form:
Free verse