Short Shu Poems
Short Shu Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shu by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shu by length and keyword.
You look so yummy
I want to see how you taste
Be my mu shu pork.
I'll wrap myself around you.
I want to be your pancake.
Be-bop, shu-baby-bop,
the blues on fire
The strings an accelerant,
the harp but a pyre
The melody unseen,
its heartbeat within
Be-bop, shu-baby-bop
—reality’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Ticky Bicky Boo
Licky Mickey Moo
I'm in love with you
Little Tsuki Tsu.
Chicky Dicky Doo
Ricky Nicky Nu
Close your lips with glue
Kiss a kangaroo.
Tricky Picky Poo
Quicky Hicky Hoo
I'll practice Wu Shu
By a shady yew.
Wicky Kicky Ku
Yucky Sticky Stew
Visiting the zoo
Painting chickens blue.
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
the sun
shines
somewhere ou t there
my
door
shu t
blinds t oo
t all and
green
the window shines
as dusk
awakens
i
didn ‘t
see
the
dirt
before
Kim Rodrigues © 7/31/2019
I will be your pancake if you will be my mu shu pork.
I can be your bottle if you will be my cork.
Imagine me as your saucer if you are my cup.
I will ride in your elevator if you are going down or up.
Please be the cream in my coffee or the salt in my stew.
You are the one I love. I can’t get enough of you.
She is a shy unassuming quiet girl, She Shu
We have known her for a year or two
A dragon named Pit adopted her one day
She keeps him by the pond, a little away
We have tried to ask about Pit of course
She pretends she cannot speak, claims she is hoarse.
I think she wants to keep his friendship to herself.
Heard a rumor that Pit thinks she is a giant elf.
In the land of Qin kingdoms does the capital lie,
While the Shu State looms far away in the mist.
We share the same feelings when we say goodbye,
For we both are in the same local official list.
So long as we remain bosom friends anyhow,
The long distance is like that between the neighbors.
At the crossroad we are going to separate now;
Please don't shed tears like sentimental youngsters.
(Tran.)
Shu and Chu are both remote and desolate areas
Where I have lived in exile for twenty-three years.
Nostalgic, I couldn’t help chanting the Reminiscent Song;
Now I return home a weathered man absent for so long.
Passing by the sunken barge, countless sails are seen;
In front of the decayed tree, numerous trees turn green.
I’m honored to listen to your melodious song today,
And empty a glass of wine to refresh myself as I pray.
(Tran.)