Short Smidgeon Poems
Short Smidgeon Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Smidgeon by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Smidgeon by length and keyword.
I tried to write a silly smidgeon of a poem
from cloudy depression to escape.
instead I went and checked the fridge
and ate a sugary piece of cake.
Categories:
smidgeon, silly,
Form:
Quatrain
See how they run
for every birthday they besmirch
See how they stand steadfast
isn't that a sad thing
Although my heart is crying
my soul is dying
Hear their laughter, every smidgeon
every fibre in their being
Categories:
smidgeon, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Goose Lawsuit
Gander
Slander
Owl’s Knock Knock Joke
Who Who
Cuckoo?
Hen with Bad Illness
Stricken
Chicken
Bird Hits Windshield
Smidgeon
Pigeon
Categories:
smidgeon, bird,
Form:
Footle
If you are a student of religion
You learn more than just a smidgeon
I would not want to pidgeon
To put holes in your religion
But it is my decision
To go out on a mission
And show an apparition
Can be a beautiful addition
Or maybe cause addiction
To the students of religion
You see that my decision
That each and all religion
Should be left to thier decision
Of beliefs or thier religions
Categories:
smidgeon, life, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
We lament for what others can see.
a sense of self-congruity.
We yearn to be purified of flaws.
Also, sorting through the abuse.
grabs a hold of it via an inaccurate immersion.
utterly absurd.
What else are you going through?
It's quite reminiscent of a hologram.
the moment we crave a smidgeon of empathy.
Charmingly haphazard credibility.
Written: March 23, 2022
Categories:
smidgeon, analogy, bereavement, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
The end of another year of much uncertainty
As we sifted through mounds of propaganda,
Watching folks line up to espouse their ardency
The end of another year of much uncertainty,
Many vocalizing without a smidgeon of courtesy
Apparently, some did not get the memoranda,
The end of another year of much uncertainty
As we sifted through mounds of propaganda.
written December 26, 2021
Categories:
smidgeon, how i feel,
Form:
Triolet
I do not have a smidgeon of an idea
Speaker is my teenage granddaughter Rhea
I thought you were a senior in college, I say.
She nods her head, agreeing straight away.
Don’t you have to declare a major before senior year?
If I knew you would hound me, I would not have come here.
Seriously, Rhea, what is your major? I ask, trying to sound kind.
“I think I will be queen of the internet; I have that sort of mind.”
Categories:
smidgeon, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme