Short Tentacle Poems
Short Tentacle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tentacle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tentacle by length and keyword.
Intent May Be Criminal
If the intent really had been criminal,
Was hidden and appeared subliminal;
No appeal;
Shady deal;
Tried to stick his nose with a tentacle.
Jim Horn
and living on a pinnacle of success.
Categories:
tentacle, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
The howling wind was still and lightning flashed no more;
the little ship was sailing on the smoothest sea,
but then a giant tentacle appeared on deck,
and as they hacked it off, a second arm...then three...
and in those icy waters there's nowhere to flee!
Categories:
tentacle, fantasy,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Exorbitant-
extortionist,
self-orient-
red-royalties with,
oil based rents...
Ten-tentacle dresses,
head-level-leftover-ness.
"Instead of shedz we're getting into the mess,"
the fled are those who made precautions press,
loftily next.
Categories:
tentacle, blue, class, color, cool, fire, leaving, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... " Psalm 1:3
A myriad of stars, the milky stream connects.
The tree of life provides, resplendent fruit expects.
The tentacle of roots, under spacious blue skies.
The sip is free and close, such tenderness supplies.
Categories:
tentacle, imagery, tree,
Form:
Alexandrine
The spell should break quickly now,
and all will become distant,
like birth....
in the throes of labor,
as the tentacle grip
that has
held me
in the clutches of this moving terrain,
releases,
void of memory,
and I march on,
Pilgrims torch in hand,
held high.....
greeting the sapphire sky.
Categories:
tentacle, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Pink octopus turned herself into an exquisitely beautiful woman.
She had round fat circular tentacle curls and fair skin, best of all, feet.
The mermaids were jealous as Pink lifted herself out of the Caribbean Sea.
She turned and gave them a thumbs up with her new left thumb.
They cheered wildly, which was fake. They truly hated her now.
Categories:
tentacle, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Free verse
A rolling stone gathers no moths
Is a lobster a crushed Asian
Are you all just a pigment of my imagination
This will be my last will and tentacle
Reed the words i rite
I am not your escape goat
I don't fell well
do you have the anecdote for that
Lets cell a bait
Shoot graffiti in the air
i sea ewe stair lick eye am knot their
oar did i go two fair
Categories:
tentacle, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Painting with eight tentacles is Sloth
With seven paint brushes in his arms
And one tentacle holding a fix it cloth
Painting away his sadness, doing no harm.
What has happened to octopus one asks?
Why does he need to concentrate on a painting task?
His family has disappeared, and he is terribly sad.
This was told to us by his father, mother, brother and dad.
Categories:
tentacle, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th
Form:
Rhyme
she disturbs meaning
in rhythmic pulsation
exciting to fluorescence a deeply subtext'd verse;
'but don't mistake a stinging strophe for arrogance.'
'that's just fierce presence,'
moved by waves of astonishment
cascading through a nervous and vascular system
spontaneously overflowed
sea through
with a reaching iridescent tentacle
she simply, elegantly, fluoresces a gleam in your eyes
Categories:
tentacle, allegory, nature, on writing and words
Form:
Imagism
Death held my hand as we walked a winding path,
where heavy drooping rose vines hung from tangled trees;
black, inky vines reached out for me like tentacle fingers,
wrapping, twining- but I screamed NO and ran into the void;
I woke in my hospital bed, gasping, a black vine still on my arm.
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July 2, 2017
Poetry/Verse/I Walked With Death
Copyright Protected, ID 07- 917-359-02
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Categories:
tentacle, color,
Form:
Verse
memory begets anticipation
manifesting a subtle seeking
of a fragrance that we recall
which once enlivened our heart
yet this desire mitigates the pulse
of the new offering of the universe
available only at this very moment
thus we rest all memory imagery
and vaporise presence in the void
become nothing and yet the all
leaving one tentacle anchored in form
that we may live out our life span
moment by moment in as is ordained
to enrich our Self with the elixir of love
Categories:
tentacle, love, memory, self, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse