Short Tad Poems
Short Tad Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tad by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tad by length and keyword.
This heartache has been so sad,
You once made me feel so glad,
Yet now it hurts more than a tad,
How you left me to go slowly mad.
When I grow up I'll be a bimbo
Smart people will tell me where to go
I'll bob my head
On cue play dead
Find good job where standards will be low
AP: 2nd place 2025
My friends tell me I'm a 'tad neurotic'
though they really mean 'totally psychotic'
So around them, I show off my 'full schizoid'
~ picking my zits while reading Freud
There once was a pirate named Tad.
At looting he was pretty bad.
When his rowboat he sank,
they said, “Tad, walk the plank..
We’ve no use for the likes of ye, lad!”
April 10, 2019 for the Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest of Tania Kitchin
Words are fun
Tah Dah Tad De Doo
Skipping with sun
Carousing in blue
I am eager to drink coffee
From a faerie elf’s shoe
Add a little sweet toffee
Lah Shah Lad She Doo
Writing is amazing
Sah Wah Sad We Sue
Cattle come a grazing
Nah Mah Nad Me Moo
I made my love a promise.
To love honor and cherish.
That was always my wish,
It was always on the top of my list.
There is no greater gift anyone can give.
When God took you home.
He left me all alone.
What greater gift can anyone give.
Except for the very life they live.
Form:
Our loved turned out to be so destructive,
I believed I had met the love of my life,
Oh God you were so seductive.
For me you were my wife.
When God took you home,
I thought I would die,
I was left so alone.
But I did say goodbye.
In my dreams I see you,
I feel your touch,
But I awake and am so blue.
I miss you so much.
I will always love only you.
Form:
To accommodate
To be pleased
and satisfied
Charming the begger
who wishes to be
In the passion
of her physical touch
Might she find favor
Beautiful the night
By morning
That by morning
Might she be
Mine
The warmth of
Her body
Prophound and pleasing
watch her
I must watch her
As she might wish
To trick me
We're I will be
Uncertain
Found vail in the
Eyes of those
Who despise me
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I think I am.
I think, therefore I am.
I think I can.
I think I can, without thinking.
I can't empty my mind.
Why would it ever be vacuum within -
floating, mindless, selfless, ego-less, endless?
But I want to be simply blameless,
as myself, unaware of itself.
Freed from judgment's reach.
Impartial, free and imprudent.
A trace just barely aware,
of what's there, that's all!
A tiny stem-cell explant, a kernel extract.
A little less certain.
Just a tad more than nothing.