Short Sitter Poems
Short Sitter Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sitter by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sitter by length and keyword.
i
you are missed
not the fence-sitter
the open-hearted you
II
why hide
from truth, small ... large
the earth spins on (MINE US)
It's time I admit that I am a quitter
No longer, am I, a cigarette sitter
The stick, I flung
To save some lung
And now I am abnormally bitter
POND
looks fun
after school
chasing silly boys
sitter mom watches me
scraping my knee on sharp rocks
“Tomboys get hurt less than some girls”
I am not a fence sitter, I stand out grand be it in air, water or land.
2-Apr-2016
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In lightness
sight is easy
In darkness
impossible
There’s a place
in between
I kept knocking
until
A little voice
Whispered
Excuse me
the soul sitters
not at home
Form:
You stand alone, so full of brawn
Poise you have, that of a sitter
You stand steadfast, until the dawn
That weapon you wield, will always glitter
Your spirits remain high, never bitter.
worn-white zafu,
dented permanently
and wryly receiving
my bottom and my word
"permanently."
It shows impressions
from my demanding waitings,
just as my mind does.
Ah! The problem.
Have you ever been a bad finger flipper
Feels SO good when the situation's a gripper
You'll know when it happens
Stead of soiling your depends
Raise the finger, stead of being a fence sitter
Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;
what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
My hemorrhoid
cushion
looks a lot like
our black cat
curled up
on my recliner
So, I am
always
worried about
sitting
on her
Although
she would
be soft.
Have you ever in your life been a bad finger flipper
Feels REAL good when the situation's a gripper
You'll know when it happens
Stead of soiling your depends
Stand up, send the finger salute, stead of a fence sitter
Have you ever in your life been a bad finger flipper
Feels REAL good when the situation's a gripper
You'll know when it happens
Stead of soiling your depends
Stand up, send the finger signal, stead of a fence sitter
Cozy mouse’s grandmother was an avid knitter.
She said I can knit up whatever, but I am not a sitter.
Her daughter thought it was funny, for there was a new litter.
She made a tiny coat for each one using yarn with turquoise glitter.
Insanely bad mood
Snippy and snarling
He is four-years-old
Fighting his nap time
Baby sitter folds
He falls asleep
at six o’clock
when parents come
to take him home
grouchy boy
cannot eat
wants his bed
routine
broken
sad
Being a middle child
Made my temperament mild
And not so demonstrating
But some would think off-putting
But it is not a popular place
When the world appears in a race
And sitting on the fence
Is one made for defence and not offence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
an eat sweets quitter
her teeth shine and do glitter
of our baby sitter
hope my teeth will stay
never leave or go astray
do brush every day
teeth were hard to bare
cavities were here and there
should brush them with care
Have dental appointment today.
Oh, sure, Mr. Ruff can handle these kits, the Mama Cat said.
She gave him all kinds of credit and kept her dog-sitter well fed.
Mr. Ruff did his best, he really truly did, but they got the best of him.
He was too easy on the kittens, who were full of vigor, vinegar and vim.
Today, class, we study the cat
He or she is an acrobat
Walks a tightrope 'tween low maintenance
and aristocratic independence
Some deem it common sense
others, pure effulgence
Your instructor used to be a kitty-sitter
until he took a whiff of kitty litter
Don't be a burden
but a blessing.
Don't be a complainer
but a changer.
Don't be a pessimist
be an optimist.
Don't be a quitter
be a sticker.
Don't be a sitter
be a doer.
Don't become complacent
and wait for things to happen,
cause them to happen.
Don't be part of the problem
be the solution.
Make Jesus proud.
A friend in need
Is a friend indeed.
Working together
we succeed.
Unable to use
arms and feet
or voice, he
can complete
An email or
ask for more
of peach tea
or more from me.
He is a friend.
We get along.
His body's weak.
His mind is strong.
His good humor
strengthens me.
I am blessed,
undoubtedly!
I've got a sitter called Mub,
a boring hitter in a bum-
the crisscrossing of falling things evaporate with me,
as I'm seeing,
savoring moments of feelings becoming beamed,
but I get back after a whole thing,
sauntering-
and rock climbing-
and coarse rhyming,
blasting um' all off but still needing more timing.
babysitters never came back a second time
it’s not our fault we lied, we were not bad
one of them got stuck in turpentine
but the worst sitter of all was our dad
they were no trouble at all he told our mother
when she woke him from his deep sleep
this was before we had a little brother
three of us really made a sitter weep
Gray hairs on my zafu...
Incense, all but dust...
I'm running out of time
to run out of 'me.'
I'm running out of trust
that I might ever see
a world without me
from a place within
without me peering
out.
Gray hairs on my zafu...
Incense, all but dust...
The light is low,
this I know,
and there lies
the Problem.
' Maternal love is an instinct, but paternal love is also distinct.' - Poet
Mother's love shower from natural spring
Father to gain confidence from offspring.
From mother child seeking carefree shelter.
Father is the best known baby sitter.
Track sitting
Sitting on the railway track,
But the train has come and gone.
Blind with pain of my sore back,
Sitting on the railway track,
Feeling taut but maybe slack,
Hurtful feelings now begone,
Sitting on the railway track,
But the train has come and gone.
Don Johnson 5-aug-11
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