Short Stringy Poems
Short Stringy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stringy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stringy by length and keyword.
Kindly pumpkin seeds
Grow one of my favorite treats
Scooping out is hard
A stringy gooey orange mess
Wonderful with cinnamon
Categories:
stringy, food,
Form:
Tanka
Only Weirdos and Odd Balls
Wirdos and odd balls Trump represent;
Those in jail for time short or long stint;
Have hair stringy,
Or totally dingy
Only ones who he could obtain consent.
Jim Horn
Categories:
stringy, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Virulent and Vascilating Vibe
From somewhere in sky dropped a scribe,
Who had been with virulent, vacillating vibe;
Green beans stringy,
And somewhat dingy;
As to what he said and will always ascribe.
Jim Horn
Categories:
stringy, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
When peeling a banana, do those stringy things annoy
What purpose do they serve except to kill our joy
Sometimes feel like a primate
Swinging through the foliage I migrate
But those stringys sure don't interfere with my ability to enjoy
Categories:
stringy, anxiety,
Form:
Limerick
When peeling a banana, do those stringy things annoy
What purpose do they serve except to kill our joy
Sometimes feel like a primate
Swinging through the foliage I migrate
But those stringys sure don't interfere with my ability to enjoy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
stringy, fun,
Form:
Limerick
The French have really got it knocked,
when it comes to comfort food.
Nothing works by the fireside
as well as cheese fondue.
It’s so gooey and so stringy,
it’s a challenge just to eat.
Runs off the bread and down your chin;
it cert’nly isn’t neat!
A shrimp cocktail, a glass of wine
are good comp’ny for this fest.
It soothes your nerves and treats your taste;
the French do it the best.
Categories:
stringy, food,
Form:
Rhyme
A thrown sky pushes and scatters.
Small birds fall from their songs.
Sticks fly up invisible chimneys.
A strong wind has come from the north,
it unearths the stringy and un-mulched.
Fusty heaps scud, makeshift mouths gawp.
Whoever has a quiet lamp,
Let them take shelter
from the helter-skelter,
for the graveyard owls are loose,
their feathers ruffled
they fly as loud
as the clouting forest.
Categories:
stringy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Clarinets, bassoons, oboes, ugh.
Flutes, oh, yes, Native American flute music please.
Violas. Don’t be prissy!
Cellos. Ha. Ha. Who wants to carry one to school?
First and second violins. Too stringy. Twangy. Hurt my ears.
Trombones and tubas. Oh, yes, please.
Now for my all- time favorites besides the guitar.
Drums
Cymbals.
Bam.
Crash.
Boom
Bam
Give me percussion or do not give me any music at all.
Categories:
stringy, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Free verse
COPLA 74 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Is the quark a zero sum dot
Likewise the table to the mountain:
Try dot the spot
So is the gogga to Hottentot
And your toddler to the dragon:
Earth mere sun spot
Solar system lost in galaxy
Universe in Multiverses:
All gone to pot
Whose is the sum of this jelly
All strung up in stringy ellipses:
Might turn(ed) to rot
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
stringy, conflict, creation, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Eric my chum loved a limerick bum
He took her to a theater of Tum
She was a stringy bean
Fell smack on his chin
And picked a guitar to strum a glum glum
Eric my chum/Limerick Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 22 November 2014
Categories:
stringy, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
They live in an iron nest
and have begun to dream
the way threadbare drapes will
in too much sunlight.
Scorched by sky
blooms crumple like straw hats.
Water has no effect.
Any time now,
I expect to see stringy stems
swell into aqueducts
but the newly doused
droop the more.
The fancy blooms cost me $74
Stupidly I yell at them:
to revive, to live, to thrive!
Nothing.
The buggers have also gone deaf.
Categories:
stringy, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Of Melancholy and pail machinery
in second parts of symmetry
Looking over the infinite sea of mercury
Long mechanical white lines
Its fingers skeletal and bright
against the dark indigo night
Imagining the world in its infancy
Melancholy breeze; mechanical pale, stringy
Something glints in the gloom
and watery air, an odd device.
Of Melancholy and pail machinery
in second parts of symmetry
Systems of furious divinity.
Categories:
stringy, allegory, art, corruption, creation, dark, dream, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
One Stark Trumpet Peals
At eve, old melodies unwomb,
old ragings wake
as crones,
stringy hair unbunned,
creep downstairs
to supper on a loin.
As they feed,
their fingernails
roll back
and so they gravitate
or, better, crawl
toward the dawn,
for in the din
that eddies in each ear,
they can hear
one stark trumpet peal
as they creep
toward the sun
a final time,
drawn by
ancient echoings.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
stringy, fantasy
Form:
Free verse
Swimming in the turquoise water
broad becomes my vision
Diving in the rippled metal
Clear is my decision
From afar I seem as just
a speck engulfed in liquid
but I know I'm not alone
and that becomes my secret
Water gliding through my fingers,
dancing on my brow
Seaweed makes a stringy wreath,
a strange but regal crown
The surface skin has let me in
enveloped all my weight
Turquoise water in my veins
floating out in space...
Categories:
stringy, happiness, nature, peace, sea,
Form:
Quatrain
Ripe tomatoes in the supermarket
The red tip of my own nose.
Their lime green imagination
Marauded by Edgar Allen Poe.
Her silver dollar face raises hellfire
Says the stringy girl who believes in ghosts.
Goodnight to the lucky cat
Who kisses my cheek with his prose.
Her calico hat sticks to dewy grass
While the hooves of the lumpy deer carcass doze.
The weight of dreams lifted off my shoulders
By the kiss of conciousness on my nose.
Categories:
stringy, autumn, beauty, butterfly, fairy, fun, innocence, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
they live in an iron nest
under a back window
they have begun to dream
the way threadbare drapes will
in too much sunlight
scorched by sky
blooms crumple like straw hats
reach up bent by an internal smolder
as if the air were a cistern
but the sky is a dry bed today
sprinkled water has no effect
i expect to see stringy stems
swell into firm aqueducts
but the newly doused droop the more
as if water were a flame
in a beached throat
Categories:
stringy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Night Tastes Like
Night tastes like:
Hot, black coffee
freshly perked.
Dark pumpernickel bread
fresh out of the oven.
Sweet black licorice
stringy kind of course.
A thick slice of
Mississippi mud pie.
A piece of dark chocolate
slightly bitter.
Dark bottom shoefly pie
made with black strap molasses.
The sense of taste can
heighten our sense of
imagination.
*shoefly pie is Pennsylvania Dutch type of pie made with molasses*
Categories:
stringy, night,
Form:
Free verse
I love the way she calls.
She uses all the elements of the stars,
The universe itself.
Her voice floats, gently calming my nerves.
If I could be anywhere, I'd be anywhere by her side.
Where everything except her voice is silent.
She calls from beyond the reach of telephone lines and stringy wires.
If she were to ever whisper, I'd always hear her beckoned call.
Often times it feels that I am on angel wings.
Each time that she calls.
Categories:
stringy, black african american, crush, love, peace, true
Form:
Free verse
They were the leftovers
the refuse at the cannery
the wanton waste of discolored greens;
today's menu _
stringy long tantalizing pods
crispy snappings along the opposing seams
limp wilted cultivars rejected
fallen and discarded to the bins;
at shifts end
hours passed daylight
stretching beyond supper time
my grandmother
entered in the kitchen
and in the pockets of her apron fell
the remnants of vegetable extravaganza
the makings for bean soup.
Categories:
stringy, grandmother, memory,
Form:
Bio
wiry wily
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight
roundy and writhy
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew
a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end
spirally spiralled
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole
snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy
or ouroboros hoop
so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say
Categories:
stringy, animal, dedication, imagery, nature, nonsense, pets, word
Form:
Light Verse