Short Shooing Poems
Short Shooing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shooing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shooing by length and keyword.
Last Dance
If it fits where the
arch less fall in step shooing
upper sinner souls...
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Categories:
shooing, funny,
Form:
Haiku
Raspberry
raspberry bushes
basket in one hand
~ other shooing snakes
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on June 1, 2018...
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Categories:
shooing, fruit, nature, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Exalted and Bruised
Try to think positive in spite of the news
It's sure the best policy for shooing the blues
Trust me, I'm old
Been down the long road
Seen lots of scenery, been exalted and bruised...
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Categories:
shooing, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
Bruised and Confused
Try to think positive in spite of the news
It's sure the best policy for shooing the blues
Trust me, I'm old
Been down the long road
Seen lots of scenery, been bruised and confused...
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Categories:
shooing, sad,
Form:
Limerick
Shooing Carmens Suiters Away
Carmen has never tried to be pretty
Her six brothers warned her to stay plain.
But as she grew, she could not help herself.
Now they are scaring suiters away on a regular basis.
I got Jose, you get Pedro.
Done!
I shooed Thomas, you shoo Jesus.
You are asking me to shoo Jesus?...
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Categories:
shooing, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Quatrain
Town Clown
he was among my hometown's merry eccentrics,
sort of a homegrown clown full of fun, wit and tricks;
it was quite hard to tell whenever he nodded
if he was shooing away a fly on his head
or was acknowledging you and the gnats and ticks,
or nodding to a tune he heard when he was six....
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Categories:
shooing, animals, funny, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Boulder Colorado Shootings
A tragic mass shooing has occurred once more.
This time, in a Boulder, Colorado grocery store.
Today, it seems there is no safe place to go.
Incidence of gun violence seems to grow.
The number of murdered victims amounted to ten.
It looks like we cannot keep this from happening again.
From a news story found on CNN.com
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Categories:
shooing, murder, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
Penny Offerings
Candles shooing dark away
The sun is turning night to day
And we all wake from fantasies
That only happen once in dreams
Offering pennies for a desired will
Wishing, waiting for it still
Listen, oh, dear wishing well
In my dreams I wish to dwell
Calling, calling, twilight dear
Make the curse disappear
And carry me back into my sleep
And let me sink into it deep....
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Categories:
shooing, imagination, visionary, me,
Form:
Lyric
Happiness
Having family and friends around
All willing, their all to share
Probably giving more than they get
Positive criticism not holding back
Improving you to reach great heights
Never leaving, or letting go
Ensuring you have a shoulder on which to lean
Shooing away the tears that come
So joyous your life, with them to share.
MARION MWANGI
17 DEC 2015
CONTEST -HAPPINESS ACROSTIC POETRY
SPONSOR- JOHN HAMILTON...
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Categories:
shooing, family, friend, happiness,
Form:
Acrostic
A Day In September
(09/11/2011)
One day in September
I lie awake on a couch try to remember,
Where did I buy this cracker?
I believe it was last night when I was sober
Duh! I’ve been way much better,
It must be the drink or whatever
So, it couldn’t be when I was ‘up’ whatsoever
The cracker is not bad however
Tenth of September,
Munching cracker while still in hangover
After last night shooing anger
For Brian Strand 'September' contest...
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Categories:
shooing, on writing and words, night, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Snakes He'd Shoo
Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric
But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick
For shooing those snakes
Away for our sakes
He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
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Categories:
shooing, celebration, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Times Have Changed
Times have changed;
I’m older than I used to be.
It bugs me that I cannot speak fluent fun,
and a starched manner has become
a lot clearer to me now.
A reflex of control, nurtured by
plentiful breaths is gradually shooing
passion out of my vocabulary.
Still, I cannot slow down
the phases of the moon,
or soothe the fine lines upon my brow.
Times have changed;
I’ve grown to humour the inevitable.
Enthusiasm is growing tedious,
I am older than I used to be....
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Categories:
shooing, life, nostalgia, time, me,
Form:
I do not know?