Short Stye Poems
Short Stye Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Stye by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Stye by length and keyword.
There was a dumb pig from Kauai
Who had a huge stye in his eye
While using a hatchet
He started to scratch it
Now the swine has an eye in his sty!
Here lies Anita Dye,
A lovely social butterfly,
Who caught pink eye
And died after a bout
With a miserable stye
written March 30, 2022
malcontents crapping on democracy
then complaining about how it stinks
the anarchist and antichrist
keepers of the stagnate stye
It is the eve before the prince of peace
Trump Was A Stye In My Eye
Trump was a really weird type of guy;
He has become a big stye in my eye;
Sarah Huckabee,
You have to see;
They should disappear high in the sky.
Jim Horn
fire of eye doth burn the soul,
hot kisses, damning hot to hold,
melting of the burnished gold,
see it in the mind of eye,
a sissling of the eye pig stye,
a mercy killing bye n by,
all done by dentist drill,
a little touch of over-kill,
did Santa Claus come by?
inspired by Russell Sivey 'Your eyes'
Don
James Stark,
Card Shark.
Loved Jan,
And Fran.
Couldn’t Choose,
Nor Loose.
He’d Sigh
Then Lie
Now Gals,
Are Pals.
He Has,
No Class.
Huge Stye,
Black Eye.
Said Bye,
Bad Guy.
Alexis Y.
08/01/2020
Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn
Unlatch the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—your secret sleeps
Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain
Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn
Remove the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—as secrets sleep
Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain
Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
Beseech the wooden hip and eye
To paddle off and caper.
Beseech the Maxfold cat and stye
Forlorn with hairy Gator.
Bring not thy chesticle to bear,
Thy open arms to boot.
Beseeching here and everywhere
To hear old Amos flute.
'You can but not cumcumber me!'
He gummed in chitter-chatter,
And passing water from his knee
Knew something was the matter.
Alas! Alak! A Ladybird-
A lullaby in butter.
Beseech in me the rare absurd,
Not sane, not yet a nutter.