Short Third Wheel Poems

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


Comedy Movie Contest Super Bad

One skinny geek, one with stuffing
The third wheel went by “Mclovin”
A wasted girl
Began to hurl
Then the fat boy took off running
Form: Limerick


Third Wheel

Often the third wheel between two people 
Rolling along the median of life 
The epicenter of two separate goals 
Neither lane resembling my own 
The wheel that no one wanted to steer 
Loneliness on the road of several
Rolling along the median of life

Third Wheel

I sometimes wonder if I’m meant to be a third wheeler
In friendships, romance, and in the world
Standing on the sidelines always dreaming
I notice them siting together 
Her arm wrapped around him; they both smile carefree
I close my eyes and wish I was them

The Back Up Friend

I'm sick of being the back up friend.
The third wheel to your duo.
It's been like this since we were kids.
I know, you all have busy lives.
Do you think I don't?
My calander is covered,
And yet I still find time to see you.
Sometimes,
I go out of my way, to make it work.
I thought that's what friends did.
But when it's your turn,
You bail.

First Day

Wake up alone, fix my coffee
sit and ponder the day, New Year's Day
Just another day
Happy day
celebratory meal
songs and sundaes.
third wheel date
animated movie
table top easel
blank canvas
blank paper
blank thoughts
blank imagination
dog stained carpet
chair springs sprung
He doesn't know
Life can't get no better
life could get different
New Year's Day!!
Form: List


Proud Third Wheel

See them hand in hand,
Together they shine brightly
Smiles on both faces
So sweet and caring to me,
Who could ever wish them apart?

Boy asks for gift help,
Girl  matches my craziness,
Perfect for eachother,
An adorable couple,
Hopes and expectations rise.

Gazing gleefully,
Into another's  bright eyes,
Example of love,
Now forever together,
May your paths stay bound as one.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Count Your Women

I meet four women.
We laugh and talk.
Some of the stories we have heard forty times already.
We laugh anyway.
We are talking in two’s now.
Which means the fifth is completely left out.

Odd is always a “third wheel” with women, and girls.
Trouble is, no matter how hard I plan to be in pairs
Someone invariably conks out at the last second.
Leaving us an odd number again.
Making it a hard time for the wheel.

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