Short Slippy Poems

Short Slippy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slippy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slippy by length and keyword.


Premium Member Slippy Dippy - Do Do

baby chicks chirpy do do, big feet pretty fun feathers; twirl, stumble, fall la la la, chirp, chirp, peep, peep, peep !
Form: Dodoitsu


A Bitter Flip Flop

Life, a mount, full of rage,
What a path, like a cage,
Earth, a ball, on the fish,
Mute and silence, wish
Slippy, fickle back, like a ray,
What a ride, milky way!   
Fishy ball, on the horn
On the fish we all born.
Form: Bio

Premium Member A Happy Hippy

Well Plastered Sippy Hippy Upon Stumbling into the Barber’s Snippy Hippie Flower Child Wets Himself Drippy Hippie Peace, Love & Clumsiness Slippy Hippie The Cheeky Free Sprit Lippy Hippie Written June 7, 2015
Form: Footle

Premium Member conjuring a puppy

lickety split whickety way
I think I’ll make a puppy today
Some fur, big paws and lots of love
stir this cauldron with a giant glove
expectations are everything
he’ll leap from this pot with a ring-a-ling
slurpy slippy slimy slippy suppy
where are you, my sweet loyal puppy?
dog
Form: Rhyme

Growing Up In a Christian Household

Growing Up In A Christian Household 

My dad was such a FRAMER then that I oft just felt like a FARMER,  
No alternative routes accepted, no reasons other, 
Only their special Christian gospel that did mother, 
Slippy slimy slowness, a slave’s sleeve slipped in for sloth.


17/12/2015
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Winter

Winter brought 
Rain and snow
Frost and fog
Slippy pavements 
And icy water
A cold hand
For the labourer 
And windy squalls 
To shake trees
Lightning and torrents 
Falling from the sky 
And also a time of peaceful rest
In nature's closed eye. 

     W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1989.
© W.A. Cholt  Create an image from this poem.

Cabin Fever

Can't go out
Weather won't permit
Too cold, too wet, too slippy
Dressed up warm 
I clean and cook
And wash and iron and polish
Listen to the radio
Despair at the news
Hum to the music
Escape from the world
Enter boredom
Slowly at first
Then snaking into the psyche
Banging with frustration
Screaming at the world
I wan't to explode
© Liz Walsh  Create an image from this poem.
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A Cubicle Wish

I wish the world was made of cubes,
Four flat sides and a top ~
For I cant stand the slippy things,
That tend to slide or flop.
From piles of paper falling down 
Upon my dirty floor ~
To odd shaped bottles and fans I have,
Like one gigantic junk drawer.
But if the world was made of cubes
sitting in neat stacks ~
Then things would not fall over things
And this place wouldn‘t look like crap.
Form: Lyric

Nearing Winters

The sky was bit nippy
Clouds forming all round
The birds were all slippy
Returing to their home around 

The leaves were all amber
And set to fly with gale
Souls moving to their chamber
With thier blaze getting pale

Were the days getting low
Or the nights getting high
All homes were ready to glow
From the fire calming the sigh

And all smut were clearing 
As we knew that winter was nearing
Form: Sonnet

Let's Start

No light there was, no moon 
Far away the electricity had gone  

It was last night on the  snow-white bed 
You were an amorous lass and I'm a lad

Where is the kiss in where the lad was live 
Where were the lips in where you nourished peace 

On the slippy path of the blooming rose 
Our night sought the future cruise 

Let's start the journey of the sun


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
11/09/2021

I Wish I Knew An Erago

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I wish I knew an erago how words can plex your noggin
At times like sliding down a hill with only your toboggan 
Once you start you cannot stop, it feels like going south
One foot on the slippy slope, the other in your mouth

Words obey and forever stay, even when you oopsy doodle
Words command and forever stand, but you have to use your noodle
Words can bend and oft offend, but words are only say
Relax yourself,  enjoy the day, put all the words away
Form: Verse

Premium Member Snow Circus

Snow Circus 

Dust me down
To be icing sugar clown
With my nose so red
And banana skin frown 

Inappropriate shoes
Or the grip I could lose 
Mean a fall from grace is
Like pie to the face 

Though the painted smile
Only lasts for a while;
When the crowds disperse 
There'll be bruises to nurse

For the mad fun and laughter
Of each Ring Master chapter..
Just accept them with no fuss.
Life is sometimes a circus.



Jinjagoliath
23rd January 2021
Form: Rhyme

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