Short Swiping Poems
Short Swiping Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Swiping by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Swiping by length and keyword.
Hot bath in the morning
Swiping for hours
favorite food on plate
slow and steady
Like a tortoise against a hare
Content with small fishes from a pond
When there's a huge ocean just steps away
Is the ship sailing without a destination?
Instead of a purse, Miss Prudie Plunkett carried a frumpy sack
Brazenly swiping, filching, odd & ends and bric-a-brac...
Until one day at the five-and-dime
The store clerks gave her a terrible time
Banned her for life and labeled her a kleptomaniac!
Unyielding, in an otherwise
Unfeeling wintry day.
Meek smilers, head-scarfed. Blizzard- blitzed.
Shine sweet greetings my way.
More of that iced swiping blows up;
Briefly skews the vision:
Two little chubby bullfinches
Perched their low branch upon.
The wind of Fate
O wind of fate
wrapped in chilling breeze
wiping my face
swiping my fate
Whispering my name
as its rolls by
flowing day and night
chipping verses
writing new chapters
as each man scatters
to carve out his own destiny
foxy faced feline
swiping at bold butterflies ~
sunning on the deck
Date: June 10, 2022
For: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Do this, this, this, this, this, this, this
She took my phone and began swiping, and poking.
Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam
I watched her buy my pop from a vending machine using Apple Pay.
I had never used it, but it has been installed.
I could have never done it myself.
So I was grateful
Until I tried to do it for myself.
Which I could not do
Dorothy wanted her own Christmas tree
That’s silly said her parents, truly silly!
They told this to her Uncle Leroy Lee
He told their grandmama who went on a spree
She brought a tree for each of the kids that day
Swiping their parents’ ridiculous excuses away
I am the grandma, I can do what I want she said.
You cannot put me in a corner or put me to bed.
Metro Louisville streets, the promise of a stiff drink
A 20 sack of weed
Heavy blankets in the back when I need to dream
Hand warmers from Dollar Tree
A few one dollar can teas.
Its week three,
Flattened in the back seat
In the winter, freezing
Swiping left and right for warm sheets and a release
Tonight I wont worry about where I will sleep
I only packed enough food for a week
Eating is a treat
She yawns between blowing kisses
Dora catches
Her now clear blue eyes
She rubbed the sleepies out
She yells "Swiper, no swiping."
And is glad to help prevent a close call
"Tweet, tweet"
She listens for the sound of the baby bird
She sits in miniature next to a woman of a certain age
Care takers come in all shapes and sizes
Naptime is just another episode or two away
She allows the sleepies to cloud her eyes
I hoped I would meet a girl with big feet
To take on a date to the zoo
I went on my own and while swiping my phone
I came across sweet Amy Lou
My heart missed a beat, she had massive feet
My ardour was driving me mad
So I took some snaps and I said perhaps
I’ll email a few to my dad
He called me and said are you off your head
I’ve got some bad news to give you
You might hanker to but I'm certain you
Cannot marry that kangaroo
I trace small loops there,
(Your palm's soft center),
Like swiping phone apps ...
Your arm hair stands, stiff.
Grabbing my finger,
You squeeze tightly.
I plunge your eyes -
Swim their hot gleam.
My slave finger
To your mouth,
You smile, sweet,
Kiss the end ...
Mind blown,
I'm yours ...
Slayed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Any Theme Diminished Hexaverse" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.