Short Tips Poems
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Tip Jar Writes
this poem is so dull that it can only be
a yawn
will you please feel the gap between
real life and poetry?
thanks
now
let's open some books
as you wake up
don't bit the dust
do this you must
look up and down
and around
as you walk
with a friend and talk
and try to read lips
LIFES DAILEY
TIPS
here's few
give love too
dob what you can do
to help your brother
and other
stop being to hip
don't wallk with a dip
don't have mortor lips
theses are
TIPS
The silver tips steep
In my steaming, bone-thin cup
smiling warms my lips
Second place winner: Brian Strand-1455 Short Form contest (3/24/26)
Please see Gulf of Cadiz
Praia da Rocha Beach
Tour port cellars and bridges
hop-on hop-off buses make travel easy
take oh my cod food tour with Ricardo in Lisbon
The skin on the tips of my fingers
is peeling off! Help me!
So is the skin all over my body!
Help! Oh wait!
So is your skin!
It’s all natural!
Nothing to fear!
.
I'm
so sorry
I can't come
shopping with you
................................
but I've got a headache
which I probably
caught from
you last
night
.
yes Sara K
life moves on ,
and flowers wilt,
but love does burn,
right to the hilt,
in the background of thought,
amongst the silt,
the red-tips bloom again...
Don
Earth tips her head
to bow in Fall respect,
Leaves drop in royal
red and gold
to carpet lay
For King Winter
soon shall walk
with frigid breath
Again to rule,
again.
TIPS FOR TALES
There is an old lady from Limerick,
Says with brittle bones, she can do hot tricks.
She bounces and flips,
Collecting big tips
And she’d have you believe she’s anemic.
4/21/2018
Here's some tips I can say,
If I give you advice this way,
If you keep eating like you are today,
You'll never fit through the door!
You're twice the size you were before!
So I'm not doing beer belly ****!
Obey all traffic signs and lights
Avoid road rage, rants and fights
Remember: drive in defensive mode
Instead of as if you own the road
Always be courteous as you drive
It will help to keep everyone alive
Change your life for better loving unconditionally.
Forgive and forgive yourself.
Don't hold grudges or hard feelings.
Wake up with a positive mind.
Smile each time you can.
Accept yourself and be the best you can.
this id the season
for this reason
to watch your step
so you will not welt
put this under your belt
to watch all
screen your call
have fun at new year ball
dink but don't stink
dance and shake your hips
THIS IS
TRAVEL TIPS
we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too
They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due
we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such
we like our regulars, and we hear so much!
only one gives us a tip we try to get him
From what does lie
on tips of tongues
is never said
and it curls back
to where it shouldn't
building in our ever present
stacks like fire would
slowly burning
on heart felt ash
we fade
and the tongues tip
is lust
and the ashes dust
"regret"
C-ommunity's
H-ome
R-ules
I-mplement
S-afety
T-ips
A-s
J-eopardy's
O-utbreak
Y-ields
M-ultiplied
E-pidemic
D-isease
I-nfecting
N-ose
I-n
L-ung's
L-ingering
A-ilment
Topic: Birthday of Christa Joy B. Medinilla (April 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It takes lots of rigorous practice really
to be able to tell a lie sincerely;
a lie a day,
the only way;
no, I'm not lying , honest, believe you me!
From the tips of your fingers
My love is slipping away.
But kind time will dry my tears.
I wonder, what will remain?
From the tips of my fingers
Your love is slipping away.
You used to be so sincere
But you are no more the same.
Our love is slipping away.
Will you remember my eyes?
Is our love only pain
Or our lost paradise?
Gardening Tips
When a seed starts to sprout
Don’t water it with doubt
Or even too much trust
If something starts to grow
Plant it before the snow
It could turn to dust
If something starts to bloom
Be sure to give it room
Restricted fruit will bust
And if it lasts the cold
You can let it grow old
Just don’t let it rust
I keep a pencil in my pocket,
Here is why,
It's my electric socket,
Without it I'll cry.
When I get an idea,
I write it down,
A bird, My freind Thea,
Even about a clown.
I make it into a poem,
When i'm free,
Which is not often,
I am very busy.
To write a poem,
Here's what you need,
A pen and imagination,
Another poem you'll plead
New Born
By Frank Daub
Putting up the wash – Again
one wooden clothes pin gripped
tightly
in her lips. On toe-tips; blonde hair wind-whipped
dangling in her eyes.
The sun an apricot surprise
on the back of her legs.
All busy hanging clothes
and
Watching in the yard to see the baby lulling in the doze
Of May.
My perennial loving Guard.
all of a sudden, with no warning at all
the universe bestowed a beauteous boon
space flickered setting our finger tips aflame
within our form shone both the sun and the moon
as bliss furrows deepen, the energy grid brightens
there is no fixed pattern which we can discern
these days tip of the nose too oft tingles
enigmatic is God’s magnetic burn
Don’t knead, bleed, and feed.
Don’t sneeze in the breeze.
Don’t ooze in the booze.
Don’t go with the flow.
Don’t scoff at a cough.
Don’t sleep and weep.
Don’t hug with a bug.
Don’t sob with a slob.
Don’t sneer at a tear.
Don’t drool in a pool.
Don’t barf on a scarf.
Don’t fly and cry.
Goodbye.
Don’t sneeze disease.
Don’t wed dead.
Don’t lip drip.