Short Swine Poems

Short Swine Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Swine by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Swine by length and keyword.


Swine Indeed

They brewed-up vaccines morose
pledging to self-diagnose
disease most scary
hoping to bury
pathos with each costly dose.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Pearls and Swine

Snuffling for truffles
Scenting morsels of delight
Delirious swine

Drowning in the oyster beds
Drunk on mysterious wine

by Gail
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Swine

America rots in the corpse Of a swine Wipe away the blood You filthy liar The world cries out Only a gunshot Just a single gunshot

Pearls Before Swine

home is where the heart is 
      I spewed forth my guts
laid open the treasure chest 
and offered up the crown jewels
while the swine cast
     their dung in the entrails

Swine

You said your, heart and love, was mine.
I know now, that was just a line.
Since you stole my adorations,
Along with all my possessions,
From now on, you are known as swine.
Form: Quintilla


Swine-Flu Paranoia

I fear you are spreading a dreadful disease
You cough sounds contagious...I shrink when you sneeze!
I have one small issue
Where the HECK is your tissue?
Don't spray your infection on ME (If you please)
Form: Limerick

The Swine Flue Poem

I am called THE FLU
I came with those who flew

I have barely touched a few
And many are still Due
 
No body has any Clue
Of how to Subdue

If I am not there in YOU
It's just that you are in a Queue
Form: Rhyme

Triplet

Short Poem
Swines call me crazy and pigs call me mad
Very sad very sad and very bad very bad
This ain't gonna work because I am their dad.
Note. There are three lines in the Poem and nine words in each line.
Lesson. 3 x 9 = ?
Form: Tritina

Premium Member Piggy

Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless, 
yessiree. 

Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus, 
in case the piggy's dead.

Punch'm in the snout
Poke'm in the eye
Take the piggy home 
and dump'm in the sty
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pearls Dipped in Swine

     Pardon me, sir
       But your fly is unzipped

    Deeply offended 
       The ‘sir’ offered 
    To sock me in the lip 

     I responded in kind 
        We swung at the same time 

     Bottom line ~
        Our teeth now 
     Like ‘pearls dipped in swine’
Form: Rhyme

Swine

(This is a fictional poem)

You are nothing but a swine.
You stole a bottle of my best wine.
It cost me $5000 and you plan to drink it while you dine.
But you'll have to gum your food after I pound you with these fists of mine.
This time you've crossed the line.
I'm going to cut off your balls and tear out your spine.
Form:

Sarcastic Swine

Try not to cast your pearls before swine

  'cause they will get cranky  and surely whine

  for they can not stand for  Our Christ to Shine

              Fret not tho, just say to them...

"Do you wanna a little cheese to go with that whine?"

    And this is fine because they've crossed the line.

 Now go to your Christ and have a real good Dine!
© Mc Mc  Create an image from this poem.

A Herd of Swine

Oh Lord, please put me in the clear
Though a man like  me shouldn't have your ear
It sounds so silly in my mind
To call upon Who I defy
That's why
I'm like a demon now
Praying only to be swine
Oh Lord, I trample out a path
And you ingest the aftermath
I kind of liked that cross of mine
Put it round my neck 
Left you behind
That's why
I'm like a demon now
Praying only to be swine
Form: Rhyme

2009 To the Swine

i wanted to beg you to hold me. 

i laid on my back, trying to catch my breath, 
but you wouldn't have noticed. 
you wouldn't have wanted to understand my yearning for any emotional connection. 

you wonder where my voice has gone as my tongue gags me in attempts to hold back 
three ferocious words... 
i focus on slowing my heartbeat and try not to notice your eyes diverting mine. 

fool me once, shame on you. 
fool me twice, shame on the both of us.

Premium Member Pearls Before Swine

So many pearls before the swine
He didn’t know which to pick
So fell asleep and dreamed to fly
Straight up to some Alpean peak
There he took selfies, drank high tea
And then he flew back home
Down to the native piggery
Where one day he was born
His dream was suddenly cut short
No pearls around he saw
He yawned and in surprise he snored
Chewed pensively a straw
He thought “if I were not a swine
A butterfly I’d like to be
On multicoloured wings I’d fly
This time towards the sea.”
Form: Rhyme

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