Short Spots Poems
Short Spots Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spots by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spots by length and keyword.
Blind Spots
There's always blind spots
without any fore thoughts.
Never mind consequences,
never any mending fences.
it’d be impossible for a leopard to change their spots outwardly
however, that same leopard had a significant change inwardly
I saw the sun shimmering through,
a broken bottle with slivers of blue.
Nothing goes unnoticed by God,
even a bottle in muddy sod!
truth of things
touching the big world
spots differ
giraffes have spots
a frog does too
butterflies with dots
are eyeing you
my hands are spotted
like my nose used to be
completely polka dotted
they’re age spots you see
You know you're old when age spots appear
A sign old man time has crept up from the rear
No warning or sign
The passage of time
Just yesterday I was out with the boys drinking beer
Sitting in my car waiting for my Cathie dear
Not everybody's as nice as me, I fear
Fighting for parking spots
Tempers sure flare a lot
Wonder they didn't kick each other in the rear
Andrea once mentioned life's rough spots
At the time seem insurmountable and we cry a lot
But as sure as tomorrow
We get over the sorrow
And carry on undaunted with whatever upcrops
haiku ~ ladybugs
pretty black round spots
adorned red charming lady
flies faster than blink
ladybugs are beautiful creatures that fly in a fraction of second and protect themselves.
8/4/2020
Brilliant, stupendous, colossal, I used to be called
But recently my utter coolness has become quite quelled
Perhaps coz my body
Has become quite shoddy
No need for pity though, brain's still unparelled
After the deluge:dark,
where the river,
meets the sea-
a city becomes a ghost.
*
The narrator,
went to sleep,
A story moved on.
*
A replica
steps out from the black
water, white
as the moon.
Satish Verma
“Open wide”, said he, “wanna see what you've got
Settle down, I'm your dentist, wanna see your chops
Your mind's in the gutter”
Then he started to stutter
Began to squim as she nibbled his naughty spots
© Jack Ellison 2015
Zafar is very stringent about line and is not ready to change. He wants that one Lakeer (Line) which he will never step out of no matter how many logical explanations you provide.line which is found between the legs of girls and women...
Note.female genitals...
Tiger lillies,
give some the willies.
They think they're ODD,
but such folk are Sillies.
"Liliam lancifolium,"
are not demonic,
more like iconic, Royal,
even:"Kingdom:
Plantae", royally
dotted: I love the lillies,
because they're spotted,
Say, like my BOD.
Pollen rushing
though the grass
as chipmunks dig
thoughtlessly.
White spots, a fawn
darts into
the morning sun
Doe's eyes sail,
opaque. Her child.
A hand through
the fence rouses
her over
the pure white spots
soon to fade.
She eats.
Form:
A-frican leopard can't change its spots,
I-n terms of man's character;
L-earning to transform is tough,
Y-es, trying hard doesn't matter.
M-onday November twenty-seventh
I-s in the nature's thoughts;
R-earranging the person is difficult,
A-sian leopard can't change its
S-pots.
There could be soft spots in this earthly sojourn,
But all agree that there are arid zones
That sear and inflame your bones,
Times you wouldn't want for a second relived;
The diamond rocks in the flesh of butter,
Occasions on which the claws of fate engulfed
And tentacles of hard luck mercilessly ground.
Form:
dark weekend nights
the time of fancy dinners
supercars parked
the sound of v12’s fill the air
behind there’s a Bugatti
in front a Lamborghini
as midnight creeps around
everyone starts to leave
for them it’s just another night
for me it’s a dream
- inspired my my little brother :)
What are age spots? The children ask me.
I show them mine.
They are amazed, oohing and ahhing.
We used to call them freckles, I tell them. But now they are age spots.
They are six and seven.
I wonder if they will remember this when they turn my age.
I am spotted like a giraffe I say.
They giggle.
Perhaps they will remember this.
The colder dark rolls in,
Slowly and gently and black,
Its getting colder as it gets dim
Like a evil assassin attack
A dark silent strike from the back
Dark birds fly; fly fast and with fear
Are they birds; perhaps bats fly near
Whatever they are, they move with the dark,
Through the warmer and hot months of the year,
Towards a light, a shine or simply a spark.
As an idea it keeps spotting cracks,
Many beginning to lose their tracks,
Owner of the idea more brain racks
But the doomed wonder a lot still lacks...
Only his young wife the idea backs!
What more through an intact ego hacks?
Sam is sure of receipts of fresh knocks.
On his door a hostile view one tacks
"Samuel deserves sea water in bags
Ten of it or sound thought drags".
DAILY GRATITUDE
As I grow a little older…somewhere from within…
I notice these little age spots keep appearing on my skin.
But I’ve decided these little spots…that show my wear and tear
To be thankful …to be grateful…to be happy they are there…
Yes I’ve decided to welcome these spots
that have joined me on this ride…
To be more like a ladybug…and where my spots with pride
The rain and a sigh
The silence before a daring drop
A calm utterance of hope whilst sharing a prayer
A well-timed gaze
An avid expectancy
Followed by a tickle of surprise
A thoughtful offering
No money can buy
The word “adore”
Amongst a woodland wild
A deep kiss in cold places
The heat between eager lips
Literatures of fondness
Dismembering time and space
A lingering tune
With a poignant resolve
When happiness is foreign,
People build their homes
Surrounded by misery—
For it is all they have ever known
To know that true love
Is painless,
Is a thought—for some,
Much like an unattainable dream
Emotions find release,
Spewing from all pores
In sweat and tears—
Revelations of want
Meet possibility
When that special one
Leads with love and light
To safe ecstacy once only dreamed
2.27.20
In those sweet voices,
Traces of euphoria and poisons,
Pour out in waves,
Entering canals
Sound becomes delicacy,
The body Enraptured
—Horripilation—
Titillating the flesh
Instruments smite the still air—
Smokes and oxygen
Are not the only source of breath—
My tears form in perspired release
Those bumps spreading,
In the strangest of places,
Through the doors. . .
Through the windows. . .
2.16.20