Short Tung Poems
Short Tung Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tung by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tung by length and keyword.
Are You Smiling
Spring,Sprang,Sprung
You stepped in elephant tung
Chip,clip,clasp
Oh how I did laugh
Fling,flang,flung
I fell in the elephant tung
Chip,clip,clasp
Now you did laugh
Now if it was just for a bit you heard
The joy from within my silly little words
I hope that upon your face
A big smile has been placed...
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Categories:
tung, friendship, funny, happiness,
Form:
Couplet
Famine Foretold (Stalin, 1930, 30 Million, and Mao Tse Tung 1960, 42 Million, Et Al)
Famine Foretold
(Stalin, 1930, 30 million, and Mao Tse Tung 1960, 42 million, et al)
The land is the lord of men who live
Near yellow and lime-green fields,
Who plant it and till it and gladly give
All their toil, for crops it yields.
Dictators forced them to the modern way,
Profaning ancestral farms,
The land did avenge itself one day
With the prophesied, ancient harms....
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Categories:
tung, history
Form:
Verse
Flying Hearing Professionals
The ear testing people in trouble,
On their desks making hearing evaluations,
With the aid of many instruments,
Inviting sound waves one after one like Tsunami-
Tang,ting,tung tones,
Giving their time hurry,
Taking our's free,
Without learning the know how,
From the flying Mosquitos-
The top hearing evaluators on the job,
In seconds and free of charge,
In regular intervals of changing monsoons!...
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Categories:
tung, adventure, appreciation, creation, sick, teacher, technology, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Different Species
Morose, hollow cheeks
Crumbs blown by the wind,
An unknown badge on an old cap,
Hiding brown wisps, flattened to the skull.
Bare walls, ugly colour.
Skin worn thin
Sunken eyes on a radiating screen
Faltering fingers on keys.
Hating breath, cracking voice,
Tung on constant display
A glance to the window,
A bird caws.
Plastic cap on fresh laces,
Rustling by my side,
My soul recoils,
A man, the death of god.
A faultless bottle by his side....
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Categories:
tung, people,
Form:
Bio
Ranting From a Chair
I am but a slave among lives hidden features
Who cares what I crave midst these two-legged creatures
I crave superb polish and fine furniture wax
Extremely strong wood glue and upholstery tacks
To be moved more toward the shade and less in the sun
To have a tung oil bath, ah, now that would be fun
I crave to be gently rocked and read to again
Like when grandpa was alive and Jimmy was ten
But most of all to stay in my room at the keep
And be warmed by the fire until I fall asleep...
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Categories:
tung, desire, fantasy, house, imagination, introspection, longing, memory,
Form:
Personification