Short Sweepers Poems
Short Sweepers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sweepers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sweepers by length and keyword.
iridescent wings
along with orange bellies . . .
sky sweepers soaring
the sharp warning cry
when a nest of birds I spy . . .
barn swallows dive-bomb
Twenty long desert years
sweeping scorpions into their pits
over and over and over again
Now the sweepers are leaving in haste
not enough blood money to be made.
Scorpions are pouring back out of their pits
Stingers held high above the heads of Biden's Bedouins-
Jeepers creepers can’t believe your peepers
Sweepers keepers jumping josey leapers.
Gleepers fleepers dallying with sneepers.
Reapers heapers willful wonder kneepers
Sleepers greepers foremost firstly weepers
Deepers sheepers giving golden fleepers
Cheepers zeepers living with grim reapers
Jeepers creepers can’t believe your peepers
Jasper is the ultimate peddler man
Has all the supplies and says “I can”
He is the quintessential help you with it man.
He has things to wash your windows,
Sweepers for your floor.
He’s got polish for your shoes, your sheets and more.
No matter what the problem he has a solution.
Jasper can get rid of mongrel dogs, mites, germs, and pollution
His braggadocio ways are well known around here.
We call him when we need him. He is always near.
The road sweepers
Giggled happily
While collecting and carrying rubbish
With a one wheel cart
The construction workers
Sweated heavily
While collecting and carrying bricks
With a one wheel cart
As children
We played secretly
With the one wheel cart
Carrying inside a little girl as a bride
And the cart rolled and rolled
Until it disappeared from our eyes
Together with our child brides
Maybe with only some heartbroken memories left
To this progressive world
The old tree
Too wither for the sun
Too thick for the rain
Too big for the wind
Too old for the oldies to tell stories
Too bristle for the youngsters to climb upon
Too shady and blocking for the view of the road
Too many leaves for the sweepers
Too dangerous for the lightning
Too big for the children to embrace
Have to give way to safety and developments
An old stump is left
A soothing greenery is lost
But the laughters it once brought
Remain in the mind of the children