Short Sanding Poems

Short Sanding Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sanding by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sanding by length and keyword.


Premium Member sanding my toenails

my toenails are as thick as a truck
limb clippers do not cut through them
I use sandpaper on a Dremel drill
when my toe hurts, I know I am through
But not one second before I am in pain


Seas Crashes the Land

Flourishing grains, sanding giant thunder rocks
Pacific craves some enormous structures.
In Night, twinkle electric crash hazes
Land delivers satisfaction near rushing giant timeless seas.
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B13-Poem 24 the Only Moment

POEM 24 THE ONLY MOMENT 



THE ONLY MOMENT I TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE & CARE ABOUT YOU IN MY LIFE. 

YOU TALK TO ME WITH YOUR EYES WITH OUT SANDING A WORDS FOR THAT VERY MOMENT. 

WE MAKE EACH OTHER FAST & SECURE WITH JOY PEAE & HAPPINESS IN OUR LIFE. 

FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL MOMENTS WE HAVE IN OUR LIFE IS VERY HAPPY ONES. 








BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


AUTHOR

epoch and earth dont love you

Dominate space
At the end of the, argument
Outside the fight
Runt the challenge
Litter the ballads
Confronting the battles
Never landing 
Never sanding
Off the grit
Shoulders visit me
One down
And grumpy again
Infinite muse
Turning straight
Becoming hate
Facing suicide
Or nothing comes back
Not allowing a come back
A word and its sworn
To be
The deceit, conceived
I am without
As wist
I became wist

Premium Member Through a Break in the Trees -

Through a break in the trees -
   Flows a tawny river -
Sanding the rock endlessly
   As a peerless carver.

The jungle is not seen
   In the murky water's face;
The sky does not skim upon
   Its delicate countenance.

It refuses the trees' approach;
   The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace -
   Skipping them away.

Its waters fill my mind;
   I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
   For which my heart longs.
Form: Rhyme


Trump and His Horse

Trump and His Horse

Wonder when Trump will play the part;
Where he does began or ever can start;
Big pain being;
Not worth seeing;
He and his horse could not find the cart.

Wow. On a roll. Have to go back 
and finish sanding house so I can 
paint it. Jim Horn

PS. Here is another Horn Haiku.

How you communicate,
With someone is how they will,
Always respond back.

Trump acts and communicates like a 
child. People will act the same way in 
return.
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

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