Short Squalling Poems
Short Squalling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Squalling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Squalling by length and keyword.
King arrives
Bawling
Squalling
Swift smack
On bottom
Really mad now
Everyone is smiling
Except King
This world
Is a shocker
Two seconds
Out of womb
Categories:
squalling, baby, blessing, father son, miracle, mother, mother
Form:
Free verse
Things sweet
bring heat?
Fed tots
Red Hots
Sore tongue
for young
Squalling;
bawling.
At last
that passed.
Kinder
reminder:
Amuse
and choose . . .
yummy
gummies!
Categories:
squalling, candy,
Form:
Footle
A single flower of sheer splendour
Stands so proud and bright
Adorned in beautiful dress
Of petals purest white
Squalling gusts of wind
Vigorously the flower swayed
Now stands the glorious flower
Naked and afraid ……
Categories:
squalling, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
racing
burning rubber
smoke rolling from hot slicks
watching the track, at starting line
signals turning from red, yellow, then green
engine revved up, dumping the clutch
leg shaking, tires squalling
quickest wins first
racing
Categories:
squalling, sports
Form:
Rictameter
O squalling baby fat and red,
Laying on your nursery bed,
Clamber down onto the floor,
Crawl or toddle out the door.
Go to school. Graduate.
Take another for your mate.
Get a job and buy a home,
Raise a family of your own.
Save your money to retire,
Watch your grandkids and admire.
Now you're old and life is done,
Did you have a little fun?
O squalling baby fat and red,
You've just been born, and now...
You're dead.
Categories:
squalling, age, birth, child, childhood, death, my child,
Form:
Couplet
Echoes of their squalling,
finally interferes with my slumber.
Opening my eyes,
to see the pensive faces of the ladened.
And my ears,
to the ear-splitting shrill of the piteous.
Showing me their greatest fears,
Slowing becoming reality before their eyes.
I have seen for myself,
brothers smothering one another.
As a new era seeks recognition,
Iniquity impetuously taking its position.
Tardily becoming the order of the day.
Shortly to be a disease we cannot contain.
Categories:
squalling, conflict, confusion, how i feel, inspiration, judgement,
Form:
Blank verse
Autumn
The leaves of Autumn
The bloody leaves of Autumn
When the wind’s got up and caught’em
And blown’em everywhere
With Autumn winds a-squalling
Those bloody leaves keep falling
Those leaves I’ll soon be hauling
Until the trees are bare
The leaves of Autumn
I know not why God wrought’em
Nor why the wind has brought’em
And blown’em everywhere
Now I guess I can’t return’em
So I rake’em up and burn’em
And you’d think that that’d learn’em
Not to come again next year.
Categories:
squalling, autumn,
Form:
Light Verse
My whirligig requires wind
So when the day is calm,
It sits there quite forlornly
Like it's lacking in aplomb.
But when the gusts are squalling
And the trees are pirouetting,
My whirligig starts spinning
And, oh, what a show I'm getting!
It has concentric circles
So it twirls in two directions.
The faster that it goes, the more
It gains in my affections.
Today the wind's cavorting
As I watch in pure delight
While my whirligig goes whirling
Like it's gearing up for flight.
Categories:
squalling, today,
Form:
Rhyme