Short Tubing Poems
Short Tubing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tubing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tubing by length and keyword.
the snow is nice and cool
when there is a lot I stay home from school
tubing with my brother,
getting yelled at for it by my mother
making snowmen with my nephew
if I stay out to long I turn blue
the snow glistens in the sun,
Oh isn't winter fun
The sledding hill was crowded
And I thought, as I walked by,
How expressions can mean different things,
Which age can magnify.
For when someone says of sledders,
“They are going downhill fast,”
That same statement, for a senior,
Does a darker shadow cast.
And the same applies to “tubing,”
Which my grandkids just enjoyed –
Quite a contrast to the post-op tubes
Which have got my spouse annoyed.
Stripped of paint and any varnish
Most likely off tune, but how would we know
Singing a song for the hundredth time
I’ll bet you’ve never heard it.
This is a poem for my old school’s piano
The place that was once Saint James
We’d stand on the stage
And sing our hearts away
ANd hit eachother with multi colored tubing
You think I don’t remember you
From back when you couldn’t play Bach
You’d be mistaken, my old friend
Even if you forgot
Form:
Wildcat
Stems of tubing
Stacked by threes,
Will bring our Mother
To her knees.
The wildcat tries
To feed her young.
Her search for energy
Never done.
In forests green
And oceans deep,
The wildcat rig
Will never sleep.
We thirst,
We hunger,
For what she looks for
Deep down under.
Boxes speed
On rubber round.
To Earth’s crude blood
Mankind is bound.
Stems of tubing
Stacked by threes,
Will bring our Mother
To her knees.
Catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue.
Fleeting memories of when I was young
Tubing down rivers, fishing for bass
Going to drive-ins with some lovely lass.
They all swirl about me, some more and some less.
Each one of them part of my lost youthfulness.
And now that I’m older, new memories I’ll make
But not at the expense of the ones I’d forsake.
Disowning the future to be once again young
And keep catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue
I love summer time,
But I hate being drenched in sweat.
I love being tan,
But I hate laying out.
I love not having school,
But I hate being bored.
I love swimming,
But I hate getting chlorine in my eyes.
I love tubing on the lake,
But I hate the burns that find a home on my elbows.
I love sleeping in,
But I hate sleeping my day away.
I love being outside,
But I hate the bugs that come with it.
I love summer time,
But I hate the things I hate about it.