Short Stoops Poems
Short Stoops Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stoops by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stoops by length and keyword.
we was getto
it was no show
no place to go
it was girls and boys
hanging was our toys
we sit and hang loose
ON THE STOOPS
The falcon is a noble hawk.
His eye-sight is incredible …
He sails upon the breeze, then stoops
To conquer something edible …
flaming red sky stoops
to touch emerald ocean
waves place blushing kiss
darkness over hills
homecoming birds chirp to mates
fireflies flutter wings
The wee wee tree where dogs go pee
And all the breeds wait patiently
But not one stoops
To leaving poops
That’s doggie etiquette, you see
I love my cat
she stand by me
on the stoops
looking the prowl
day and night
and a brush
she scratches me
I love my cat
as she is here
on the stoops
with me
Life
Stoops in
Awe of sea.
The
Sea yawn
Gulping waves.
Life
And sea,
Twain depends.
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... lithesome fawn stops, stoops to drink
spring water fresh, cool
and clear
... such graceful creature of art
with a fat flea behind
its ear!
Autumnal power
Collected a summer of admirers
Now she Stoops to Conquer
Me monkey like watching in awe
Cast a big stick high into the big tree
Now proudly I Stoop to Conker
Form:
They sit on splintered stoops
sun setting in the hazy dust
coated with the days play
drooping daisies awaiting a breeze.
©9/11/2019
Town Children Poetry Contest
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out. weekend is here
Saturday workday from home
a tenuous reader stoops
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By
a stream
so shallow-
stoops a willow
tree.
NOTE:the single lanterne(also a shape form) is in reality a half American cinquain (the epigram form created by Adelaide Crapsey,thus labelled 'American' )
by a pond so clear,
a fawn stands, stoops, drinks,
a flea in its ear ...
as green lizard hides
'neath grasses green,
thinks that it's unseen !
*Voices*
He comes at night
seeks out the week
then he'll bite
daring you to peek
to look closer
you'll soon scream
the terror is over
it was a dream
hearing cry’s
a little child
saying goodbyes
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
Form:
Knights and horses, felling dragons
Aye dear princess here he cometh
Fighting injustice, shunning medalry
Brave warrior of the king is approaching
Abandoning good nature,gallantly nearing
He stoops but a fraction to gather his darling
I live dangerous
nothing to fear
mingling with the fierce
on the stoops and babies
I am old and they teach me
the smoke of a free cigarette
the booze paid by your taxes
hardly if you spent it to educate
good souls to bare a grudge
*Masks*
Look deep at all in the room
See there lives
Secret problems
Deep and scared
All for hiding
My pain everyone knows
The lies deep
Deep in your heart
The fake smiles
Jokes and laughs
I wish I had a mask
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
Form:
Like You
I wish I was like you
pretty and everything
no worries just popularity
I want to stand like you.
Look so good and do all so pure
what’s your trick?
I need the guts
to say I don’t need you
I want to be like you
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
Form:
from a car on the stoops a song as he is good
trying to get his wife back hearing the fight every night
and a cop car showing so often but not on my call
it say with a beautiful jazzy voice
I mop and feel wonderful just kidding
washing my floor I mope no thank you
As my body stoops with age,
youth lulls upon the page
Where words forever young,
cry willful to be sung
As daylight quickly passed,
I greet night a friend at last
With memories deeply grained
—reborn in verse again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
As my body stoops with age,
youth lulls upon the page
Where words forever young,
cry willful to be sung
As daylight quickly passes,
I greet night a friend at last
With memories deeply grained
—reborn in verse again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
There is a lady
In my Soups,
She writes poetry
As she stoops
To think about philosophy
Or talk about life's mystery.
And everytime I read her songs,
I must use the dictionnary
To understand the rights and wrongs
Of her deep dip-in poetry:
I sent her back
A bomb attack !
*Tired*
I'm tired of being hurt
I'm tired of the pain
I want to yell and scream
until I get my way
I point understood you
but,
you hurt me
I have the lord now
he'll help me through
there'll be
no worries
he loves me so
so deep
you'll never know
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
Form:
Limerick: An Invasion by the Maimed, Tamed and the Lame
An invasion by the Maimed, Tamed and the Lame
Is still an invasion by any other name
“She stoops to conquer!”
Hearths freeze in fire
Better life for theirs is the name of the game.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Members of Minority Groups
Discrimination applies to members of minority groups;
Should apply to handicapped and someone who stoops;
Indians here first,
And by us cursed;
Maybe poor postured President with eye lids that droop.
Jim Horn
You can take my place at Whte House any time.
Judgment before mercy stoops
as tears flow mingled with praise.
The face once creased smooths with love;
rumbling thunder drops down rain
soothes patched earth etched by folly.
Cry, praise when the heart aches, dry;
crawl and groan and moan, not let,
only mercy pleads for grace.
© 2014