Short Sopped Poems

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


Premium Member Mini-Golf

Vicious storms rolled through... we got sopped Played Mini-Golf dancing between the raindrops A fun time for all Swatting the wee ball Came in last but still came out feeling on top
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Toot Suite

TOOT SUITE


Alas, as hunters treed their prey
envisioning the feast
gravied meal at end of day
sopped up in breaded yeast.

An ill wind blew
and no one knew
from where it emanated

As sugar in the innards boils
and then - a little toot uncoils
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Weather Vane

  
                cock crows
                   light grows

                sun’s out
                   joy sprouts

                 folks smile
                   … meanwhile

                 rains dropped
                    joy’s sopped
Form: Footle

Mystic Melody Moaning

dimwit damping desires
punctured passion pulsing
puking, sopped plenary
impregnated zeal gnashing
odd offshoot scolding

cremated cusses cobbling
hewn nosy tracery
strapped self scrunching

jumpy jazz jolting
mystic mist moaning
lusty limbs lurching

felon feigning ally;
perforated pulpy pedigree.
19:11:30:5:00

Note: To all corrupt Police Officers!
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member No Umbrella

Constant thunder, but no blubbering - the clouds are dry, dark, sultry; and the soil is crying out for alcohol - A little drink of pink champagne or whisky sour cocktail. No umbrella! Squeeze out the plenipotentiary sopped-up water and let the thunderclouds rip, and roar with delightful glee. Birds and insects, in hideaway, humming softly, resting.
Form: Verse


Wilderness of the Quaken Souls

Cast me to the seas that have shaken my soul
Throw me down for ignorance revealed as age old
Roll me asunder to the place my knees give way
Scourge my eyes for the things that went unseen in that day
How could I take comfort in a tale so untrue
I was not solid but exposed as milk laid and sopped
No glory is before them that gather at the base and await
Those who have fallen by the hands of that quake not by fate
Form: Elegy

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