Short Trifle Poems
Short Trifle Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Trifle by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Trifle by length and keyword.
American expressionist Clyfford Still
splashed his colour with free will
was considered all colour&slash
so his images seemed a trifle flash
A hare who was seeking a mate,
Invited a snail on a date.
But, while the hare waited,
A trifle belated,
The snail turned up seven days late
diddly dole
diddly dole
a goblin ate the custard
from the trifle bowl
diddly dole
diddly dole
another ate the jelly
and the trifle – stole!
On early morn
children were playing
at the river’s shore
close to the noon
soldiers came
out of the blue
by the dim
river red
played theirs sins
hidden not to elicit
a trifle response
spiteful mordacious
shackled on a horde race
cartridge loiter about the ground
wizened with years
4/3/2017
His rants will our freedom stifle
The lives of others a trifle
The lies Trump expounds
Sound like lethal rounds
Shot from Don's mouth like a rifle
Gustave Eiffel's tower's an eyeful.
The view from its top makes me stifle
a gasp when I look down.
My stomach flips around;
I might just lose it in a trifle.
Vainly searching who to be
Avidly yearning for more in me
Narcissistic jubilee
Isolated tendencies
Trifle bouts of insecurities
Yawning at the piercing pleas
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
He is wizened, shackled to the horde,
Trifle deaf, he would loiter use mordacious words,
Owned cartridge of film that would elicit laughter.
06/04/2017
Contest: eight word contest.
A guzzler from Lollapalooza
just joined the parade - P. J. Sousa.
‘twixt his trombone and feet
he's a trifle off-beat
The cops coax him "off" to their cruiser.
July 2, 2019
Each day the airwaves brings an expert
Leaves one in awe a trifle inert
There they are on the telly
Advice on setting a jelly
Enough to put one off their dessert.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Value Of Life, A Question
Were I wizened, not shackled to mordacious horde,
I'd not loiter to elicit trifle rewards,
With my one cartridge, could I, end life sadly bored?
April 5th, 2017
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle persnickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
IN THIS MOMENT
NO WORDS ARE SPOKEN
THEY SIMPLY FLOAT
ABOUT THE ROOM
WE ARE FROZEN
SPELLBOUND
IN THE HAZE
LIKE A DREAM
WE HAVE HUNG
SUSPENDED
WE DESPAIR THE END
THE PASSING
IT'S THE FIRST DEATH.
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle pernickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
PORRIDGE PERFECTION
SOUP SATISFACTION
NOODLES KNITTED
MISU MARVEL
SALMON SMOKED
DEADLY DESSERTS
CARAMEL CRUNCH
TRIFLE TEMPTATION
CREPE CREATION
TASTE TITILLATION
ENHANCED EATING
GASTRONOMIC GLUTTONY
Sitting in a food court, watching the people
Interact with each other, they follow like sheeple
If someone says jump
They interrupt their lunch
And oblige which is certainly a trifle bit creeple
There once was a shutterbug named Louie
Whose dry humor was a trifle screwy.
To a saguaro he said
Hands up lest I shoot you dead.
A shot; a flash; kablooey went Louie.
Date: 07/01/2019
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Saw my dear Dr. Kimberly this afternoon
She noticed I wasn't chipper like a Bugs Bunny cartoon
A trifle depressed
A weight on my chest
Even this slap happy pappy is not immune
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once was a handsome fellow of twenty-eight
Don't know what happened, maybe something I ate
Got old and crickety
A trifle pernickety
The young girlies giggle when I try to negotiate
© Jack Ellison 2015
Old Wounds
As if shackled to the bench
the wizened loiter, a mordacious horde,
prone to ellicit lies that trifle
with an empty cartridge chamber.
©3/25/2017
Submitted to – Eight word challenge – Poetry Contest
Eight wizened words to elicit thoughts mordacious.
Not shackled to the horde, a trifle bit audacious.
The cartridge to loiter, waiting, bored, to fire out rhymes vexatious.
March 23 2017. For John Hamilton's Eight word challenge.
What ills you elicit with your mordacious tongue
shackled am I, while you trifle with my love.
You horde my affections with a cartridge of conceit
then loiter in self pity as I, wizened, exit with relief.
Written on 3/28/2017
Wizened and shackled by a human horde
They elicit mordacious comments
While trapping such warmth
Imprisoned in a heartless cartridge
Soon to be shot to extinction
They loiter in the world
Finding any and all feelings trifle
March 31, 2017
Do you think it a trifle odd,
when dirt clumps in a clod?
and more exquisite and grand,
when separated into sand?
If that's the way soil moves you,
It would certainly behoove you,
when preparing Cream of Wheat
to stir often over medium heat.