Short Trailer Poems
Short Trailer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trailer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trailer by length and keyword.
He means the world to me. And I dont' know what I would
He's likeloking at the stars and mood at the dark night at his trailer.
we don't in one place
we love to see difference face
we go by car
and very far
so we hook and book
we call it a bailer tailer
its our
TRAILER
Life is like a movie, what we are living is like watching the trailer, the movie is unpredictable...we shall never know what's in the there..
The doers of today are the reapers
Of tomorrow but they must not stop
The learners of today are the teachers
Of the future but they have to sit-up
There is a postman from Centralia
Who I'm certain will never fail ya
If it rains cats and dogs
He'll swim with the frogs
Just to call on your trailer
surrounded by trees
a trailer lies in decay
the front door tugged by the wind
a home left behind
littered with animal waste
shadows seep from doors ajar
“Squatters’ Paradise”
contains concrete remains of
an old training base
head west where trailer life reigns
and vanish into freedom
Daddy does drive Deere's down
while working with wheeled
loaders, loud loader loading
the trash trailer, timely.
Ride rocky, ride(roof, roof)
backing, beeping, buzzing.
It was in the summer we had salsa and chips in the trailer.
Drank all of the liquor on the bed on which we slumber.
Though we were under the weather, we still had each other.
I cut off the chicken legs of my dusty house
I live in this tin with a little grey mouse
Each year on Halloween I put candy out
And catch me some kidniks to grind into grout,
He’s got a dirt bunker in the back yard he says.
Why? I ask.
To hide from the cops.
And the FBI another kid says.
They surely are full of sassy stories in this trailer park.
Don't take it personally
The reverberating silence
When you every a room
All in your head
Kids don't just bully
As you pick rotten fruit
From my hair
Asking me
What did I do
lone whale wadded in the sea
all it meets are small fish
it makes noise for attention
but no whale-mate appears
when a trailer came passing
it chased after it with hope
only to end up in the trap
i walk in a hillbillies shoes
collecting old junk cars
to put as yard ornaments
infront of my double-wide trailer
my x-mas lights stay on all year long
along with the cheech and chong dingle balls
draped around my doorway
Vogan Poetry inspires us all
Couth super- of the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure
National poetry month prompt day eight Vogan Bot Poetry
I feel like the sky is turn black on me,
feel like that there's s war about to
begin. I need to see that one thing is
those stare and the moon that I see
at your trailer tat one night. i love you
so much, your the one for me.
Stars play all day, OK
can't come out tonight
Moon's unavailable too, by the way
second-degree burns from the sunlight
Earthlings, amuse yourselves in the dark
gaze upward from a graveyard or trailer park
The trailer sits alone, solitary,
very similar to yours truly.
It was created for traveling,
but it just sits there not hitched to anything,
never meeting its potential, never going anywhere,
but never in any real danger of breaking down either.
You are invited to Cindy’s trailer for barbeque they said.
I did not know any Cindy, so begged off, saying I had an ache in my head.
They send me this photo about an hour ago. Lauper was there!
Now I wish my phone was not dead, so I could hot foot it there.
Big tin boxes
All in a row
Housing people
I don't even know
Placed close together
Just a few feet apart
So I can hear every sneeze
Every cough, every fart
Stray cats are a problem
So are dogs that bark
I totally hate living
In this trailer park
Four hooves at the ready
one-eyed tall snorting
he one chewed cigar puffing
left on the rope
right wrapped round horse ear
eye to eye staring down
the trailer at once prize and prison
pawing the air no more
carried by an ear into darkness
Old Smoky the victor again
Sunder was loaded.
Liz Taylor
never married
a sailor, retailer
or a wholesaler
or divorced a bailor
or buried a tailor
or used an inhaler
or lived in a trailer
or dated Norman Mailer
or kissed a whale or
even was jailed her
whole life as a derailer
maybe when i wake
i'll take the time
to scrape off
the slime
that is
mine
no it's not ejacu
lation but
elation
from
one
' s
point of view turned in
to perception that
means to me
you don't
see of
that
which is right maybe
wrongly to the left
leaving me in
solitary NO
confine
ment
Form:
Who are we to believe we are better then another
Born to die we are all the same
Rich or poor we all live on the same earth
How can another believe they are better then you?
I cannot place my belongs in a u-hall trailer behind my hearse
Nor can they so tell me what makes you believe that others
Are better then you
She came so violently into the house, like a bolt of lightning.
I could feel the heat radiate off of her face. I was extremely anxious.
It was unexpected this time.
She won this round and she proudly boasted it all throughout the trailer.
Her revenge was so juicy and delicate as she served it forcefully loud and clear.