Short Stocky Poems

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


Premium Member Too Much Meat and Bread

she cannot get into clothes anymore
prefers a blue mumu or sweat pants
red meat eater from Iowa
well-fed with carbohydrates
rotund and Rubenesque
waddles into rooms
squat and stocky
overweight
chunky
bulk
Form: Etheree


Premium Member Don't be Fooled

Don't be fooled by his smiling teeth.
They hide malevolence beneath.
And I advise that you never slight
him because of his squatty height. 
If you're feeling fast and cocky,
recall, a croc is swift and stocky.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Maradona Argentinian

MARADONA  ARGENTINIAN 


      Maradona Argentinian ! The stocky :
      Number ten to sky high on loops of eyes ! Cocky.
      Proved splendid sunniness ! High heroic spirit.
      Swift feet ! Athletic genius touching summit.
Form: Clerihew

Little Benny Ben

Little Benny Ben told Roald Amundsen
                     Let's go to South Pole with my pretty hen
                               The hen was very stocky
                           Came to Ben with gait low-key
                          Asked for a diary and a gel pen
fun
Form: Limerick

Professor Paddock of Virology

Professor Paddock of virology was a stocky man
            He observed a little beetle on the skirt of Messy Anne
                    He took out his double DNA space probe
                        Focused it on Anne's hepatic lobe
        And leapt out of the window without any thoughtful game plan
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Plums

Plums! What delightful treats Purple ones very good Please let's eat, big red ripe Plump, straight from the shapely Pleasing green stocky tree People like them simply Prepared as royal's fare
Date: 04/09/2021 Sponsor: Kim Merryman Contest: Pleiades P
Form: Verse

Love You Odie

Your short stocky legs,
Your ground touched belly,
Your long hanging ears,
Your sparkling innocent eyes ...!!!

You rob our hearts
with your cute little acts
You jump,you cuddle
You sniff and you lick ...!!!

You ain't a puppy,
You are sweetest buddy
Your love is unconditional
and you are always faithful ...!!!
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Premium Member Autumnal Beauty

leaves in September 
sensing winter and limbo
shiver and whisper.

the falling leaves drift
of red, gold and brown colors
kissed lips of summer.

discolored of age
grumbling, sighing, and broken
ready for descent.

laying a carpet
rich and rare, soft and stocky
worms ready to slip.
            +++

The word chosen "Leaf"
             ===
August 6, 2014
Form Haiku
Sixth Place win
Contest: Leaf by Andrea
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Boterismo Is For People With Soul

Sponge Bob Square Pants must have originated with Boterismo
I can only imagine the responses by the socialized.
They would not have understood the blockish faces
Or the stocky blocky bodies drawn by Angulo

People with art in their souls readily understood it
Flocking to his shows in droves - duplicating and imitating
His art is not for everybody, but it is for those with soul.
Which is why it is recognized all over the world.
art

Premium Member Three Reliable Witnesses

There were three reliable eye witnesses to the robbery.
I was the first detective on the scene; 
did not even have time to put on my overcoat.
One said the perpetrator was young, blonde, five nine, thin.
Another said he was dark-skinned, thirty-five-ish, stocky, with green eyes.
A third said he was not sure if the perp was a woman or a man.
I gave this guy a business card to my other business.
When I am not solving crime from my easy chair, I sell eyeglasses.

Premium Member Sweet Love

I often find that pure love hides
in sweet moments that are made.
As when a child, my grandma braids
my wispy hair around my 
small head, just like hers.
Her Scandinavian roots 
high cheek bones, and
stocky build are worn with age.

I look up into her faded, blue eyes
as she smiles at me. I remind her
of the days of her youth.
She laughs, a lilting laugh of joy.
I feel happy as I fall into her 
ample bosom and we lovingly embrace.    



Written on 7/24/2015

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