Short Sticking Poems

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


Premium Member I know what I know

This cannot 

Be known

Nor that..

No I to know..

Yet

I know what

I know..and I

Am sticking with it...


Grey

Here it is the grey monster

Sadness

Sticking it tongue

Poisoning my head

But surprisingly

Giving me verses.
art

Muddy Road

Oh, Lord
went down
a muddy road,
dirt sticking
in the ruts 
of my shoes.

How long
before it dries
up, falls off?

Back Yard Spare Rid Party

ITS FINGE LICKING
you be sticking
and picking
come help us
eat this stuff
 be there as we get atarted
our
BACKYARD SPARE RID PARTY

Eat Soul Food

it comes from the root
make to toot
its finger licking
but its sticking
make you fat
as arat
get that its cool
EAT SOUL FOOD


Ten

One, two, three,
Look at the tubes sticking in me.
Four, five, six,
Nothing can be fixed.
Seven, eight, nine,
Now I am dying.
Ten.
Form: Rhyme

Soul Food Feats

it finger  sticking
and finger licking
need no cook 
book
just the hook
it gvie you a look
because its a treat
that
SOUL FOOD FEATS

Finger Licking

when she cooking
i be looking
this is know lie
love grandmama pie
after the pan
with my hand
it be sticking
i be just
FINGER  LICKING

Clock Is Ticking

get off the old block
and stop
the bop
get on a good lot
time for a change
only way to gain stop the bad pain
from sticking
the
CLOCK IN TICKING

Premium Member In the Clearing

Leaves, sticking out tongues
of fire - orange, red, yellow;
their haughtiness over the blower.

Their uproarious laughter is uncalled for!

Premium Member Cotton Candy

Cotton candy, so fluffy and soft
Sugar that floats, sticking on throat
Color that bloats, sailing like boat
My sweet hands, grubby like groft

Premium Member Sticking the Landing

poetry is like spaghetti thrown at a wall at times, you may miss but the dog always approves so all is well in the ‘verse
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Moma Cooking

she looks a mess
in her old dress
she can burn 
from her i learm
i allways finger licking
sticking
its got me hooking
i love

MOMA COOKING

Finger Licking

tho it stck i lick
 food thats  good
its well understood
to get it quck
and how its fixs
i do this
foe some food it cool
ans sticking
FINGER LICKING

Love the Snow

its comming down
sticking on the ground
all around
our town
it white now very light
watch as you go can slip you know
but i still
LOVE THE SNOW

Premium Member The Man

I am not a man,
who wants to Stick It To "The Man,"
I am just a man, 
who is sick and tired of The Man,
sticking it to all of us every chance he can.
Form: Rhyme

Texas

A gunslinger carving a notch
Slipped, sticking the knife in his crotch
Of course it drew blood
But more like a flood
So right thar lies Cassidy Botch
men
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Kerplunket

I once played a game called kerplunket
While sticking my head in a bucket
I played it with fools
I didn't know the rules
I just liked the sound kerplunket
Form: Limerick

Shtick

while walking
seeing before me
a rock sticking out
of the ground suddenly

i stumbled
on to something
that blew my mind
as if the sky wasn't blue

enough
Form:

Turky White Meat

its a treat 
to eat
finger licking
its very sticking
iborn like bones
don't get me wrong
i eat turky allday lone
i do seek its a feats
the 
TURKY WHITE MEAT

Sticking to you

What was a gigolo to do?
"I'll fill my gherkin with glue!"
        Virgins said with a grin,
        "We're sticking with him,
You'll have naughty sons like you!"
Form: Limerick

The Flying Wheel

The flying wheel spins,
screams of kids terrify me,
I hope they are fine

I hope they are fine
with hair sticking out like wheat,
" Stop that flying wheel! " I scream.
Form: Tanka

Distinguished Flower Petal

Became distinguished each flower petal, 
And with many people they may mettle; 
Soil sticking; 
Some picking, 
Then laid on ground and soon did settle.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member We Did Not Panic

Histrionically dramatic
Always loud and frantic
Her sobbing did not panic
Any of us substanic
Until we noticed 
The two by four sticking
Out of both sides of her head

The Flying Wheel

The flying wheel spins,
screams of kids terrify me...
I hope they are fine.

I hope they are fine,
with hair sticking out like wheat...
" Stop that flying wheel!" I scream.
Form: Tanka

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