Short Scalded Poems
Short Scalded Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Scalded by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Scalded by length and keyword.
Since toilet tissue is so hard to find
He bought a bidet to cleanse his behind
With the very first flush
Cletus scalded his tush
To use again he was not too inclined
Categories:
scalded, humorous, scary,
Form:
Limerick
Skiing on a cup of java
the little ant got burned
Limping out to lick his wounds
he decided to return
Once again the ant was scalded
yet he seemed quite unconcerned
I guess that ants are just not programmed
for this lesson to be learned
Categories:
scalded, education, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
In the coffee shop
A mistimed twist
By the barista
Caused a hissing
Coffee jet to
Ballista towards
My sister and I
Worried it would
Hit her wrist and
Give her a blister,
But fortunately
It missed her.
The manager scolded
The ham-fisted barista,
But since no-one was scalded,
He didn’t dismiss her.
Categories:
scalded, humor, humorous, silly,
Form:
Free verse
The porch light flickers with the power
Of a thousand watts of electricity
Colorful visions swimming in darkness
Across our eyelids we see
Tiny sprites dancing in unison
And we're drawn together
Scalded as we touch
Like flies frozen in place
By the webs their lovers weave
We are moths to the flame
Categories:
scalded, love, love hurts, lust, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Time--it moves like a scalded cat,
And I--I creep like a snail.
Like a long tailed cat in a lawn mower's path,
I am nearing the end of my tale.
Now, it's said that you're only as old as you feel,
And aging, they say, doesn't hurt,
But, try to believe you're as young as you feel,
When you feel like you're older than dirt.
Categories:
scalded, funny, life, time,
Form:
I do not know?
I know you are there
At the bottom of the Ocean
At the deepest part of my heart
I know you're there,
You little fire.
They are scalded but not yet burnt
They're searching for you
To hold, stop and
bury you in the dark
Don't worry I'm here
To keep you alive holding on my tears.
Wait, be patient
The time will come
Time will come for them
To see you as forest fire.
Categories:
scalded, anger, courage, inspiration, motivation, self,
Form:
Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
I drank a man's milk when he went to the john.
Now all of my bones are broke and most of my teeth are gone.
He was over seven feet tall and he was a menace.
He poured a piping hot cup of coffee down my pants and scalded my *****.
If you ever consider drinking that man's milk, please don't do it.
I know first hand that you might not live through it.
Categories:
scalded, angst, loss, on writing and words,
Form:
I do not know?
Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn.
Woodsmoke and scalded spices flood the air.
The darkened sunlight disclaims treads the lawn.
Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn.
Its frail hand yet brings in a shift of fawn.
A dream, like a toenail, is a brief dare.
Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn.
Woodsmoke and scalded spices flood the air.
Written: February 26, 2023
Categories:
scalded, analogy, appreciation, dream,
Form:
Triolet
Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.
Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him into the vat;
Later the sorcerer’s body is found
Horribly scalded to death with no sound,
Elf-prints all over his hat.
Categories:
scalded, fantasy
Form:
Verse
Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.
Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him into the vat;
Later the sorcerer’s body is found
Horribly scalded to death with no sound,
Elf-prints all over his hat.
Categories:
scalded, fantasy
Form:
Verse
Leather-bound books on the sorcerer’s shelf,
Offer a perch for the magical elf,
Watching the chemicals fume:
Vapors of sulfur and alchemist’s brew.
Melting to gold in a mystical stew,
Stinking the cob-webbed room.
Then the mad sorcerer grabs his small friend,
Saying, “An elf will add zest to my blend,”
Plunges him into the vat;
Later the sorcerer’s body is found
Horribly scalded to death with no sound,
Elf-prints all over his hat.
Categories:
scalded, fantasy
Form:
Verse
Summer’s footprints are here,
scorching land at noon.
scalded tree leaves fear,
they will fall soon.
Dawn emits autumn hue,
cloud laces sapphire sky.
Grass dons pearly dew,
rustling golden leaves fly.
On misty panorama screen,
winter makes frozen trace.
Across snowy landscape scene,
arctic wind slashes space.
Miasma departs cerulean sky,
spring ripples radiant air.
Singing birds merrily fly,
buds bloom with flair.
Categories:
scalded, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of the delayed spring,
Because they knew,
It could not wash away their colors,
It could not cover their bare shoulders.
Categories:
scalded, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Blank verse
Love soared from his lips in Major C
But grief has set his soft heart free
Despair has furrowed his delicate brow
So the singer sings of nothing now;
Hope scalded his throat in Major F
But all his hope has froze to death
He takes but the breaths his sobs allow
And the singer sings of nothing now;
He sang in sorrow in C minor
But now, it seems, the pain’s much finer
The answer is plain as to why and how
that the singer sings of nothing now.
Categories:
scalded, depression, heartbroken, pain, sorrow,
Form:
I do not know?