Short Thor Poems

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


Premium Member I Thor With Boreal Power

I vanquish giants with gruff hammer - Thor tough like mom's fried liver














Monoku composed August 28, 2020
Form: Monoku


Premium Member If I Am Thor

I'll be hammering rogues in Loki's Bar...knocking them all without masks!



If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JC Burl      8/30/2020
Form: Monoku

Thor

Norse God of Thunder, Thor
Broke his poor thumb, now its too sore
To lift his hammer, and  then people started to stare
When they heard the rumbling from his underwear
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Till My Wings They Get All Thor-A

There's this sweet young lassie named Laura When she visits, l fall on the floor-a So excited am I My heart doth fly Till my wings, they get quite thore-a
fun
Form: Limerick

If I Was Thor Son of Odin

Hammer strikes, thunders emerge ripping dark skies to burn Satan's toys___nukes


Aug 29, 2020
17 syllables ~Monoku
If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest

Placement: 01
Form: Monoku


Premium Member Thor Buttocks

Hello, I'm your anchor, Thor Buttocks I report the news, some gay, some erogenous In Russia, I've heard Dogs don't poop turds They poop out little kiddies by the bucket
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Thor

Friends and I saw the movie, “Thor” last night Totally blown away by this spectacular sight Of visual effects As we craned our necks A fire in our imagination it did ignite
Form: Limerick

Combatting dollars

Clashes of riches
For everyone wishes to be pronounced “thor”
Their hammer being the only way for them to score,
For they all need keys to unbind forbidden doors.
The answer meanwhile has been stitched to a lame roar, 
He who hears it, can decipher all the nameless lores.

Thor

Days of thunder days of rain.
Tell me now what is to gain.
The fog has been for many days.
Looking up on hidden ways.

Lightning strikes so many times.
Scaring all our little wives.
Clensing all the atmosphere
We are glad that you are here.

And when your final job is done
We are here and you are gone
Will you still take care of me
You were the one to set me free.

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