Short Tip Top Poems
Short Tip Top Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tip Top by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tip Top by length and keyword.
To whom does he smile at
With a tip-top approbation of doggedness
Neglecting the pleasure of the period?
To whom does he cheer
With a reverberating extant sound?
Nobody but he who buckles down
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Twisting Twirling Tatiana
Tatiana tried the taunt trampoline,
The Tribune tattler Thadeus touted,
triumphed as the town's tip-top teen,
takes the title, "Tatiana" they shouted.
2020 January 11
.
The sentinel cats
Guard post tip top of the house
Growing winter coats
Grabbing hold of my life at this very late stage
About time don't ya think, I'm on the last page
As the numbers suggest
But got lotsa years left
Forever in great shape, if that's any gauge
Waiting eyes
tip top tip top like a rain drop
taak taak taak taak i knock the door
it open with the walk of snake
........
my eyes are still waiting for your reply my princess ...
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Why so low,
why so down,
face of,
a crying clown.
Tip top,
don't drop.
Chin up,
for reasons that you don't know,
the sky filled with snow.
Writers block,
songs sound a note,
freedom is near,
no need to fear,
just the fallen snow,
long ago.
It is official,
Those who count voted,
Boysenberry Ripple Ice cream,
Made by tip top of NZ,
Is the best ice cream in NZ,
And possibly on the planet.
It also happens to be my favourite,
By a country Mile,
And I can't wait to tell my family,
Who think that I should be embracing salted caramel,
Really.
Come Spring
Gnarled limbs know the pain
In the change that comes in the weather;
Once they were lithe, did graceful ballet
Tip top on a partner’s shoulder endeavor.
Thermometers climbed to new heights,
But fell frozen in the night,
Whispering, Whispering, “you’ll be all right”,
When the red buds return abloom.
Stand.
Deliver.
This musical quiver
from the ceiling tip top
of the high stratosphere-
Wait.
Ignition.
A fluid revision
like lightning in notes
we can taste as we hear-
Breathe.
Composing.
sounds for supposing
a dream blown explosion
to tether each psyche unique-
Rise.
Finale.
While hands to clap rally
a standing ovation
the height of these lungs at their peak-
I is as dirty as dirty can be
Cause I is just a pig you see
I wallow around in my lovely sty
Your cleanliness rules just don’t apply
I love the mud, that gooey stuff
And as to the odor, I can’t get enough
The stuff they feed me, you call it slop
Well, I think it’s great, really tip- top
I have no worries, no not a one
But the dog just said ,”Go on, have fun-
For if I’m not mistaken,
You soon will be bacon..”
2/18/16
Were very hot, trembling thighs
like in frying pan, you sizzled
looking around for ladders.
Then you crashed on the charged
net like a mosquito, exploding
in white flame- tip,tip-top.
Pungent smoke rises,of
smoldering flesh. I was afraid
of drums, the fierce sounds.
Your song has been left behind.
Stolen piece. Love has become a
terror asking for ransom.
Living fossil. Taking it all, you did’t
deserve the garbage. The string
of wasted years.
Satish Verma
Along this path,
I walk, as I spy
by the pond,
red thorns growing,
from the tree trunk,
of this dignified tree.
All the way to
the tip top I see,
them on this,
enchanting tree,
such a marvel,
I behold,
of this bewitching,
tree so rare,
indeed,
even thorns,
on the branches,
such a awesome,
thing of nature,
placed here at
Lowell ponds.
wrote 9-17-08 Note here: if anyone knows what kind of tree this is, please let me know.