Short Stints Poems
Short Stints Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stints by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stints by length and keyword.
Unwanted Ads
Ego between stints -
narcissistic derelicts
scope the classifieds.
Vanity cracks masked mirrors -
Arrogance need not apply....
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Categories:
stints, angst
Form:
Tanka
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Fig mint
An imaginary high
Word stints
Laugh until you cry
Edged closer
All syncopathic rated
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The meaning yet debated...
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Categories:
stints, deep, psychological, science, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
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Fig mint
An imaginary high
Word stints
Laugh until you cry
Edged closer
All syncopathic rated
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The meaning yet debated
Fred Jagenberg – June 4, 2019...
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Categories:
stints, imagination, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
Long Stints of Turbelence
Long Stints of Turbelence
Things were shaky and possessed turbelence;
And they always seemed to last for long stints;
In grass played;
Laid in shade,
Until they did smooth out wrinkles and dents.
Jim Horn...
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Categories:
stints, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Tonight
In-flight
In pheromone
Honeysuckle perfume
Insect antennae knot freshly
bouquet.
In breeze
I feel your breath
rustle shiny reeds
of my stints' hapless hinterland
you learn.
A vest
of velveteen
gleaming wings that trembled
Turn to a whirring glint beneath
full moon....
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Categories:
stints, analogy, appreciation, flower,
Form:
Cinquain
Alzheimer's Parody
her mask unchanging
rippling reality stints
despair’s fiery pits
sanity tilted
crust layered with razor blades
echo touched voices
opposites control
revolving kaleidoscope
serene destruction
sketchy shadow paths
Alzheimer’s parody stains
fog filled memories
Janet L Vick...
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Categories:
stints, health, life, loss,
Form:
Senryu
I Cannot Return
I'm torn between the
sinfulness of my
intentions
and my enduring innocence
Each derive pleasure from my
wavering stints,
An opening window invites
a seal pregnant with
a lost soul
Inviting you to unfurl
the sin in me
And close me shut...
Each cleft arouses the bruises
I bear
A retool can chance
a rousing stare
But to this I swear
I cannot return...
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Categories:
stints, lost love,
Form:
I do not know?