Short Sat Poems

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


Premium Member So If I Sat

so if I sat
in younger years
when it was my turn
to come to bat
would the fans
go wild
or say 
there's something
wrong with 
that child
© Cs Parker  Create an image from this poem.


Park-Sat With Me

Soul remembers!
As softens o'er
Your face, girl, your favour of
Looks awed pious.

'Heaven is real
With beauty near'.
Your meaning. If not mine now.
Eying back thus!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member She Sat Next To Herself

There once was a lady from Newmarket Who's derriere was so big, couldn't park it Tried a regular chair Imagine if you dare Sat next to herself, needs to diet a bit
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Mocking Bird Sat

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           Mocking Bird sat
                           Ruffled tails bouncing...
                                          Cat stealthly approaching






Non-traditional
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Sat Next To Herself

There once was a lady from Newmarket Who's derriere was so big, she couldn't park it Tried a regular chair Imagine if you dare Sat next to herself, needs to diet a bit
fun
Form: Limerick


Premium Member She Sat Next To Herself

There once was a lady from Newmarket Who's derriere was so big, she couldn't park it Tried a regular chair Imagine if you dare Sat next to herself, needs to diet to become fit
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Orange Pumpkin Sat

Orange pumpkin sat Upon dining room table Sliced by long sharpe knife "Twas spicy brown on inside Frosting and icing cream cheese
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Form: Tanka

Premium Member So Willingly Woodsman Sat Down

there was a woodsman that lived in rosewood
approached a nymph sleeping in underwood
a gambler loved by the bards
sat down with a deck of cards
with sleight of hands lost his axe, boots and hood

4/11/2018
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member She Sat Next To Herself

There once was a lady from Newmarket Who's deriere was so big she couldn't park it Tried a regular chair Imagine if you dare She sat next to herself, needs to diet a bit © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member She Sat Next To Herself

There once was a lady from Newmarket Who's deriere was so big she couldn't park it Tried a regular chair Imagine if you dare Sat next to herself! Overweight... just a bit! © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member spring sat patiently

Spring sat patiently on a park swing waiting for her time
It was autumn now, and she knew winter would be sublime
people would be amazed with winter’s blue tinted snow
After that, her wait would not have so far to go

Sat On Pallet With My Mallet

sat on a pallet
with big blow hit my wallet
met with a mallet

read all of the facts
body looked like battle ax
that never attracts

walked along with Luke
disagreed and did rebuke
a crazy old kook

would be atrocious
did eat things when ferocious
also delicious
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Someone Sat On My Elephant

Flat is a pancake crushed to irrelevant
Someone sat on my elephant
It's hard to imagine that they did not see
The big gray beast in my easy chair
He would have risen up to be
Clear from beneath the offending rear
Someone sat on my elephant
Please be aware and more diligent
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Sat On a Bench

I SAT on a bench in a park
Watching a black bird until 
It flew away
I SAT on a bench waiting
For the return of the black
Bird,  I wanted to study the habits
Of the black bird
The next day I waited 
For the  black bird
I muttered under my
Breath " I HAVE SEEDS. "
I SAT ON the bench
Patience is a virtue.
Form: Sonnet

Turtle Hurtle Sat On a Myrtle

Turtle Hurtle sat on a myrtle
                                       And Waving kisses to Mrs. Startle
                                                   Startle fell apart
                                                  Lost her a la carte
                                       Old Startle had nothing to smartle
Form: Limerick

Granny Sat Upon the Time Machine

Granny sat upon the time machine
                                 With mustard sauce,salt and sardine;
                                      In the year Three Thousand,
                                         My son was her husband
                                      In the port city of Aberdeen.









12/10/2017
Form: Limerick

I Sat Upon It

While seating on the shiny bowl
I am waiting
waiting
but the worm will still not flow
The pain that makes the intestines insane
Let it come freely even if it may stain
Reading a newspaper 
The underwear down to my knee
I need the relief that coming out might give me
Pepto Bismol,Please release the clogged -HIT
I am tired of sitting upon it
© Bart Jonas  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ode

Premium Member The Mocking Bird Sat

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                                          The Mocking Bird Sat
                                          Quizzically looking in...
                                        Broken drained bird bath






(My bird bath is 
broken..The 
Mocking Bird
sat on the rim
looking at me
in the kitchen
like he was 
asking me 
what is wrong here.)
Form: Haiku

I Sat,,,

I sat… still as a cold stone wall

I was there

In the golden woods

A world of the unknown.

 I sat…

With my gun as black as night

As a graceful tawny doe ran by

I sat…

As I shot it

It flinched and its spirit fled

So I sat…

On the warm golden forest floor

And cried.

This is my first poem!! Please, tell me what you think.

Sat on the Stairs

I watch the sheer steps
Spiralling down to dreams
The rest towering above-
Just out of reach
But here the carpet is soft
Soft as a memory and I can see 
Stars flicker between the banisters
Glimmering explosions punctured
By dropping eyelids
Aching limbs are left to rest
Comforted in how far they’ve come
And how far they’ve still
Got left to climb

Baby Sat This Rat

Did you Just bedazzle
My mug?
Did you just put a toto
On my dog?

Are you making a mess
Of my bed!
Seroiusly ,kid
You've done everything in a wreck

Where's my
Study book?
Hell,Yea,
Im giving you "The Look"

You just drew
All Over my Friggin' Wall
I'm suppose to be heading
To the mall!

I seriously 
Wish
That ill find a job
Rather than baby sit
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Sat

I sat and waited
For what
I wasn’t sure
It didn’t matter
It seemed an age
Just to sit and wait
But what could I do
Nothing else
That can be done
But to stay patient
See what happens
Maybe one day
You’ll find out
The waiting
Will be worth it
Your see
Things will happen
Be sure of that
One day soon
When you decide
The wait 
Will be over
When you stop
Sitting

Premium Member I Sat Too Long

I sat too long
The coffee’s cold
I sip it still
I’m growing old

The days they come
And slowly pass
As I sit on
My lazy a..

This growing old
It first took root
While I was in
My birth day suit

Therefore, I guess
I shan’t complain
Some take the bus
Some take the train

The coffee cup
Sits mocking me
I drank it all
Now I must P

John G. Lawless
©12/25/2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member There It Sat

It was a gorgeous house
Dated in its style
A stone-walled bungalow
Quiet sitting up on a hill

I’d never seen a sign of life
And the stories lurked about
Owned by an old photographer
Whose son had hung himself

A house that seemed abandoned
Where everyone had left their soul
In some form passed away and died
Leaving just the ghosts to roam



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Premium Member Have You Ever Sat Still

Have you ever sat still
And closed your eyes

Have you ever sat still
And your thoughts size

Have you ever sat still
And pondered your past

Have you ever sat still
And questioned its ask

Have you ever sat still
And lived its task

Have you ever sat still
As if its a mask

Have you ever sat still
Until its until





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Form: Couplet

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