Short Top Notch Poems

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


Roadmap

Flora and fauna hides the maze,
In the concrete jungle of corporate race.
Disarrayed and frazzled thou shall not,
For thou shall seek a roadmap of top notch.
© Haden Chua  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme


Shafted

Bobby Aiken was proud to be Scotch.
As a pole-vaulter he was top-notch.
But on one faulty try
he became a soprano guy,
having been poled crack-on in the crotch.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Camera Sacrifice

Aloof camera
top notch
paid for in full
running on it's own
monitor far from home
as I peer through his lenze
he makes fun of someone
it makes more sense
1 dull sacrifice for human life

Premium Member Rolex Tm

Gold watch

Diamond encased 

Paid top dollar top notch 

Just to be always in your face 

So base



Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
26/12/2020
syllable counter.net 2-4-6-8-2
Form: Cinquain

Premium Member Whistlin' Dixie

Lately my limericks have been gushing out thick and fast Enjoy them too before posting 'em for each lad and lass Not all top notch But close to the top Humour that makes me whistle dixie through my big ass
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Warmth of July

Sun’s
top-notch,
seven hues;
and the silent
butterflies are free
to roam in leafy tent,
alight on little shoulders.
A moon jar of fireflies released;
a starry night of fireworks explodes.
The stellar, stupendous warmth of July!
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Ninja, the Smoothie Maker

Ninja is the name of the new juicer I bought The Smoothies it makes are really top notch With all kinds of veggies And delicious sweet berries My body of an Adonis will make your eyeballs pop © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Cicely Tyson

Rest in peace,  Ms. Cicely Tyson
You embodied elegance and grace
Your portrayal of Ms Jane Pittman
was top notch, I bid you farewell 

















01/09/2022
Contest: A Celebrity Epitaph 
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epitaph

Anna

There was an Irish madam named Anna,
At  noon, she preferred to eat banana,
A mom with an eagle eye,
She could wow a top-notch spy,
A civic woman sometimes called Nana.


May 28, 2024.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Witch With Goblins

It has been stated in the witchery world
That the head top notch with will be in red
I have an inkling this book is true

So here is one who has her own goblins.
They are green and maniacal.
I stare, fascinated.

Before
I
run
like
Hell…..

The Reserve

A passionate embrace of last reserve
Steel tracks taking their twisted curves
Harrowing frights dark of hue
Speed demons singing the blues
Over and over they are off the rail
Careen the cliff and off she sails
Top notch is their deadly reserve
Drops of pain the only preserves
Let the games begin
© Tim B  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Poetry Is Not a Test

A Contest is a learning tool
Not a test of your work
If only one reads your poem
You have already won

Contest

Con-Swindle
Test-Trial 

I love to enter them they are fun
1st place or N/A I have already won
To be disappointed for a loss
Just means only one has judged you

One good comment is an A+
Two means your poem is top notch
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.

Spartans

The spartans are up to uphill the hill.
The spartans do not retreat nor surrender.
The ability to unveiled the veiled.
The power to over see the unseen.
Yes am a spartan.
A spartan of my life.
A spartan to the end of time.
Yes am a spartan.
Am a top notch spartan.
A spartan who strain every nerve to appear on top.
Yes am spartan.
Don`t try me, cos am little like an ant but a lion in display.
Form:

Untitled

He was a soldier,
He was a rider,
Always down for his hood.
He was a top notch gansta
And got all the respect,
That he should.
But he was also a 
Uncle,
And a father.
And didn't deserve
What he got.
But with the odds all against him
He choose the only 
Path that he knew.
And even though I miss him
And cry because he's gone.
I know he's in a better place
Where that street life don't belong.
Form:

Thumbs Down

Stars can never guarantee
A movie will be good,
Nor can advertisements 
Which come out of Hollywood.

Is it worth one’s time to see
A top-notch actor acting
In a film so bad the few good scenes
Become distracting?

Don’t the actors realize
That this flick’s not up to snuff?
Maybe earning so much money
Justifies enough.

Still, it’s disappointing
When performers choose to star
In a movie for which somebody
Has clearly dropped the bar.
Form: Rhyme

On Demand

I never figured out
On VCR’s how to record
And when my friends used TIVO,
I was also not on board.

So all that I could watch were shows
Or movies when they aired.
I guess that I was simply
Technologically impaired.

Not anymore! For I can tune
To cable On Demand,
Where lots of series, films and such
Are there at my command.

So on a freezing afternoon,
My TV did provide
A top-notch movie I enjoyed
While snug and warm inside.
Form: Rhyme

Papa's Glory

His feisty manner,top notch brain
How I wish it was not the truth
Will always in our thoughts remain
The lord of good!
I know you tried
To cling to life; your selfless actions
among family gone before,the clouds are moving
But I pay respect not in grief
A feeling of ambivalence
But moment of clarity hits me,
Never will I see him again
Finality,finality dawns,it's a little too quiet now
Take your place in glory, you will be reminisced.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member Addicted To Footles

Black beard Was feared. Kim Jong Heads wrong. Home grown Trump clone. Fat boy Food joy. Sun baked Nose caked. Fresh bread Well fed. Aged scotch Top notch. Amtrak Rail track. Choc ice Tastes nice. War room More gloom. Stay cool In pool. Jail spell Sheer hell. Dark nights Street lights. Fab four No more. Flatline Bad sign.
Written 16th September 2020.
Form: Footle

Premium Member The Evolution of Music

Billy Joel's stories were top notch
Always enjoyed his music very much
He claimed only the good die young
So what have you been up to my old chum?

Grew up with bands like Three Days Grace
With mad Gontier screaming in my face
Bobbed my head to the heavy sound
But the constant rage really brought me down

Now there's kids like Justin Bieber
I claim bubonic, they say it's fever
Not his "music" that makes people stare
It's because of that ridiculous hair!
Form: Clerihew

T-Rump

he's an anti-intellectual
afraid of homosexuals
IMBECILE!
he's anti-scientific
his views are just horrific
IMBECILE!
climate control is fake
and coal is really great
IMBECILE!
he'll grab 'em by the crotch
and thinks that he's top notch
IMBECILE!
he'll fire all his guys
to cover up his lies
IMBECILE!
he admires "Un" and 'Putin"
he thinks they're rootin-tootin
IMBECILE!
it's time to just impeach
to stop his hate filled speech
such an 
IMBECILE!
Form: Lyric

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