Short Straws Poems
Short Straws Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Straws by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Straws by length and keyword.
Clutching at straws
That break
Metaphorically
The camels back
The waysides chaplen says
Bring back heroin
We can't control
Ice addicts
once a small munchkin from oz
searching for baskets of straws
found him a small toad
near yellow brick road
say buddy got any gauze.
In piss-stained linens
and rented beds
they lay.
Grasping straws
of forgotten places
in time.
Begging the touch
of a spouse
long dead.
Form:
Roast Welsh mutton from Brecon
a Yorkshire pudding
A Melton Mowbray pork pie
Wensleydale cheese straws
Bakewell Tart and cream
Draught Bitter
Beer !
Just open your eyes,the sky in width.Objective set to frolic in the field.Youth is felt as
daffodils brush your toes.Chest caressed long straws of wheat.Exchanged laughter-birds
chirp a tasteful song.
"Jailhouse Rock," pocket combs
Jokes at the burger joint
Jiving to "Jitterbug"
Johnny Cash for a dime
Jumbo milkshake, two straws
Just one more song and dance
Journey's hit, "Faithfully"
9-12-2023
Grasping at straws
In hopes to cope
Collecting flaws
A heavy cloak
One by one
She picks apart
Goals, undone
Bleeding heart
A homely sight
She has become
Though options bright
She’s come undone
long night
starlight
under a moon
that swoons
waiting
longing
pulling at straws
our life on pause
token promises
hits and misses
while darkness looms
silence speaks volumes
AP: 2nd place 2025
Tribalism:
You break the rules
and become a renegade.
*
Do not know
any god. All the
deities were man-made
*
In dark, you
will recognize the faces
of unslept poems.
Satish Verma
There are times
When I'm alone
That I feel so lost
I am no longer
Who I was
I am not yet
Who I hope to be
Somewhere in the middle
I grasp at empty straws
Deprived of love and hope
She finds it hard to cope
Yearning to fill her empty bowl
To the devil she would sell her soul.
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Four Line Contest in Rhyme
Hosted by Silent One
Placed 2nd
?Trump Table
So are we able?
Try and reverse Trump table;
Not find a fable.
What does annoy
Another Trump deploy
Who will enjoy?
Grasp at many straws
And we took another pause
Is Trump Santa Clause?
Think about it.
Jim Horn
Form:
Guilty, regret--Penalty, death--score four.
Draw straws, short-shot, long-hung, two-kill-one.
His short-[bang], his long-[hang]. Lose, I'm done for.
Broad swords, last breath be death. He's dead ... I won!
No, the court has ruled ... death. Bring out three more.
little pig beware the lupine cliques-
that prowl the woods of politics
the scent of money they adore
as all the while they howl for more
yowling from the forest floor
beguiling with their wily tricks
forego the straws and fragile sticks
and build your house of bricks!
the concord
They have agreed to talk
We grasp straws for the sake of peace
Trump's arms outstretched, hollers
Please give me the prize Obama got
It is mine to keep forever
In the meantime, the US Navy murders
men in speed boats along the coast
of Venezuela
Life has its ups and downs
its highs and lows
Barren stretches
endless plateaus
News of births bring renewal
those of death give us pause
to contemplate mortality and refuel
of unequal length, the straws we draw
All medicines of survival have been exhausted
The last pill has been consumed just now
So don't cut open my wound so wide,
That I would die from loss of blood....
Before I'd be able to find a person;
Who could sew it up,
Who could help me linger on the straws of facade....
Patiently listening to the mumbling of the needy
I've tried to help them all
Forsaken, the loved ones remain wishing on my maybe
Grasping unto my spoken straws as they fall
I wish I could find heaven twice
This time to lift up and rejoice
To nurture every night, that ought to be nice
Dedicated to a fine poet on soup Gershon Wolf.
In an old cowboy town in Wichita
Staying alive meant being quick on the draw
The Straws and Jones shoot out
Was bloody without doubt
All killed except one he was' The Last Straw'.
Written 18th July 2019.
Every time I shed a tear,
My soul runs down my cheek.
An emptiness engulfs me,
Every day of the week.
Misguided and alone,
Grasping at the straws.
Trying to decipher life,
Never stopping to pause.
Our time is borrowed,
A gift that we abuse.
We must make it matter,
In the end we all lose.
Take on the unkind world and the tough times,
make them create for you straws to clutch.
Don’t sink in the turbulent stream of life, sail on…
let the music of journey play on once it has begun.
(Stanza taken from : Sail On)
February 18, 2021
Contest : Liberum Divisa 4
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
The candle burns,
wax nostalgic,
flickering moments past,
illuminating traces
of a once beaten path.
Memories, light now fading
receding shades of black,
grasping for the straws,
raking feelings back.
Drifting winds of change
shaping thoughts perceived,
searching in the dullness
of how it used to be.
Little Nora and Grandpa Bill
sit on swings in Grandma’s garden.
A hummingbird arrives to sample
the brilliant flowers at this buffet.
Grandpa Bill sees a teaching moment
and asks little Nora with a smile
if hummingbirds have beaks or bills.
Little Nora has a teaching moment,
says, “Grandpa, they have straws."
Donal Mahoney
Breathe life into the jukebox
repurpose an antique sound
gentlemen whisper and woo
serenade your lady slow
throw a quarter in the slot
hold her hand at the diner
for a moment life is so good
pause in the song shy stutter
daydreams spin conversation.
sharing a float with two straws
pure bliss of the wine and dine
Fall back into nostalgia
Thursday 17th
October 11
2020
A collective collaboration
From 4th floor Peyton
3 step pyramid place
Be that free will or destiny child
Clutching at straws
Inside my own private universe
For a better tomorrow
Seeking answers to what exactly
is my relationship with God
I must contest
No contest
N/A
Dishonorable mention