Short Slathering Poems
Short Slathering Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slathering by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slathering by length and keyword.
The pop corn patter of spring rain
slathering the landscape
curling the fern fronds
closing the dandelion’s ruff
gully washers
speed through stone stream beds
marsh mallow yellow flowers
the lowlands and a misty
burgeoning peace settles over
a fresh May day.
Glistening skin,
Rays beating me from pale to bronze,
Slathering sun serum to push away,
Every beaming UV ray,
Rising earlier to start my day,
Bumblebees,
Humble me,
Find bliss by water,
Cruise from music to music,
Shower me with the beats,
Summertime is how we live.
slathering and slithering
sharp tiny teeth,
short and squat
troll
You smile and he glares
trying to look fierce
You laugh and he bites
your foot
sneaky as a snake
and twice as mean
The only garden
danger that
makes my
blood run cold.
So much anguish
So many tears
For no good reason
We look her way
Knowing she is the cause of it
Wishing she could be different
She chooses her own meanness
Slathering it on like honey butter
Rolling in the aftermath
Sadly, uncaring about what she is doing
Many do not understand it is not something they have done.
It is her unique way.
Scooping out avocado
slathering it all over the lettuce
mixing in some beans
adding some chopped eggs, then dressing
Getting creative
I've never made a salad like this
I hope it tastes good
like something made for Thanksgiving
Putting together
whatever I have that's available
feels like playing
little Play-Doh artist in the kitchen
SKB
There is such a smile on her face
Yet her eyes hold incredible slathering of pain
It makes me shudder to look into them
The depth of sorrow there tells another story
Many stories
Probably abusive stories
I dare not ask her any questions
For I cannot handle this much pain
So I pretend the smile is genuine
and go on my way
My own pain cannot handle hers
Fluffy tailed performers
Chitter chatter among themselves
No one listening, everyone slathering
Juicy gossip
Taking daring fifteen foot leaps and dives
From magnificent heights, barely landing on
Tiny branches.
Flinging themselves with wild abandon
And oodles of faith into the air, flipping and
Swirling. Contortionists.
Sliding up trunks the way others slide down.
Landing with a well-earned acorn in their jaws.
The quacksalver’s quicksilver cure--
slathering a salt salve or quaffing mercury--
might sound like quatsch, a bad wine
of qually quality, but remember a time
when faith aligned with alchemy,
before the querical became the enemy
of the clerical, the quisquous nature
of faith mirrored that viscous commodity;
when quiddities were not quisby oddities
and to quop and quob before mysteries
did not portend holy querimony
but recognition of the quintessence divine.