Short Slugging Poems
Short Slugging Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Slugging by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Slugging by length and keyword.
03-01-2011
silly silent sheep
merrily munching in march
glittery green grass
slow slugging shepherd
crouches carefully nearby
wistfully wishing...
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Categories:
slugging, nature
Form:
Haiku
Rainy Day
Drizzling down from irate clouds
Slugging the streets with force
But like a chirpy bird
A joy these sounds enforce
Outside the kids rejoice
As I reminisced my past
How long did those days last
Till these chirps started to sound like noise...
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Categories:
slugging, childhood, rain,
Form:
Free verse
My Ideas Are Out of Control
I have time to do something and I have to roll my eyes.
Because there are sixteen ideas arguing among themselves.
If they could ever agree, it would be a miracle.
They are trying to outshout each other. On the verge of violence.
Don’t feel bad, a friend says.
My ideas are slapping and slugging each other now.
One of them killed another one yesterday.
I feel blessed....
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Categories:
slugging, muse,
Form:
Light Verse
Cardinalis Cardinalis
It was not the robe flowing beanied
kind;
nor the ball batting
St. Louis slugging
variety.
I saw the shrill-
whistling flying
mr. proud to be a bird
red male looking for a
palomino-ed colored female kind of cardinal
come a calling not for me,
the earth-bound tin-eared
feather-free wingless woman
martian-looking
through a pair of Zeiss.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 21, 2012...
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Categories:
slugging, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Slugging it Out
Crypto beasts once roamed the earth
with all the other regular monsters.
Early man was still a fish-like slug,
which was a good thing,
because the fish-like slug was itself,
only slowly evolving.
Thus, all unknowing,
potential humanity
slithered around its thick alluvial ponds,
blissfully unaware
that for a few more million years,
Mother Nature
would still be running around
with Her hair on fire....
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Categories:
slugging, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A Peaceful Valley Sunday----Potd---
This is where I indeed, do live!
With many churches, to support and which to give.
Murder is a most rare occurrence here.
No riots, no drunks, walking about, slugging down a beer.
Trees are luscious green, all year round.
Flowers grow in lovely silence, not uttering a sound.
Bunnies, opossums, cats at happy play.
Would that our world were as sweet, as this peaceful valley Sunday!
3/21/2021
~1~...
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Categories:
slugging, imagery,
Form:
Couplet