Short Twill Poems
Short Twill Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Twill by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Twill by length and keyword.
For years we fought the British
Now we're the best of friends
Today, with Russia we are skittish
An enmity, too, 'twill eventually end
When we're young
life's journey endless
Seems 'twill last forever
Blink twice, we're old
trail's turned to dust
Horizon lost ~ now is never
The magical moon is slender tonight
In two weeks 'twill be slender and bright
Another fortnight and back to slender
Forsooth, it hasn't forgotten its (!) gender
Resolving with age,
the conflict “hard versus dark.”
‘Twill be “dark” all night!
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For many, this may well become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Thy young maiden,
Peck her Lily flower a shake.
A brittle sound of break,
Sobbing till tears make.
Bare feet on wet grass.
Alas, her life, soon ‘twill pass.
In failure lies success, so scratch that itch ~
left unscratched, 'twill forever tug and twitch
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Drag you along, tearfully
With unending doubt
Twill dry, each print, as the last
Day-stepping, wetted.
O Winter sun! For your mood
No high leapt greetings
Attractive-faced, brushed on past.
Nor those, stem-lifted!
Shuffling on, lone and chill
Their cry by night
Above me, does heighten
This doleful plight.
And when, sleepless in bed
That far refrain
For lost love's lament, heard
With no pretence
Know I, by experience
Twill haunt again.
Seize the moment,
Seize the day,
Time is fleeting
So they say.
Time is flying,
Time is flowing
Onward to the sunset,
In an instant 'twill be going.
Do not rage
Against the torrent,
The best of life
Is in the moment.
The long red line, ma'am, atop your hand
a mere scratch, sir, time 'twill mend
That growth all swollen on your neck
just a wart, infected a speck
O! you gasped and clutched your heart!
~ bled once, 'tis torment to restart
I long for something
I know not what it is;
I quest for something,
I know not how to get!
Maybe a lifetime
Twill cost to acquire;
Or maybe a dime
I'll need to procure;
Come unravel this mystery
Save me form this unknown misery
I long for something
I know not what it is;
I quest for something,
I know not how to get!
Maybe a lifetime
Twill cost to acquire;
Or maybe a dime
I'll need to procure;
Come unravel this mystery
Save me form this unknown misery
Here lie the remains of Ethel Brown
A circus clown from County Down
She’s buried wearing her red plastic nose
‘Twill be the last of Ethel to decompose!
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Valentine
a valentine yes of the heart,
centuries twill never part,
drawn together the lonesome part,
till the trumpets ring again,
releasing all the pain
the love match yet to start.....
yes, yet, again again...
Don
re Be My Valentine...
Anne Rutherford
I am just a girl, whom smile and laugh,
and sometimes feel a little sad.
I am just a girl, whom is happy and glad,
and sometimes get mad.
I am just a girl, whom swill and twill,
and can not wait to adventure out
into this gigantic world.
I am just a girl.
God Bless
Of all the inventions
whose time has come
There is only one
that will raise your thumbs
All the way up, and then some ...
As I'm sure you'll agree, wholeheartedly
'twill resonate with every copy-machine owner
the day I announce my new discovery
~ Forever Renewable Toner! ~
It’s coming, that time of the year,
to do up my taxes, I fear.
I shake with great fright
and toil through the night.
What’s owed is becoming too clear.
I regret the money I’ve spent
on food and the lights and the rent.
My cat needs a job;
a bank I may rob.
‘Twill do me no good to dissent.
Female - garnet
To my Valentine
My voracious dear
Whose zest is for wine
Yet mine guise is of beer
To my dulcet amore
You're the last in regard
To my soul's paramour
This endeavor is scarred
Same as Aeneas
I'll leave this sublime queen
And love instantaneous
Twill deliquesce 'tween
No curb to my ideal
Since love turned out unreal
She carries with her a secret
one she’ll keep forever
She once loved her children
‘till they used her as a lever
against her spouse, ‘twas blackmail
although it never failed…
Just what her secret is I cannot tell
~ 'twill be revealed when the river swells
People will come,
and, people will go.
Blossoms in Spring,
In Winter 'twill snow.
The in and out
of every breath,
The twilight of birth
and mourning of death.
This orbital life,
on a linear course,
sometimes spins at dizzying speeds.
The joy is the mystery,
with each revolution,
of not knowing where
the next turn leads.
Form:
dust kittens played with cotton balls
moonlight glares at them
through shabby twill curtains
cool breezes tickling their fancies
old shoes left to forget the smell of feet
long for the click-clack of the corridor
a dress hangs yellowing in the darkness
a tarnished tiara mourns
for a kingdom that was not
John G. Lawless
©10/25/2019
When life seems so tempest tossed,
And all seems so dismally lost,
Climb back up that slippery slope;
Just remember, there is always hope!
When in the throes of trials and stress,
And in times of forlorn hopelessness,
'Twill be much easier for you to cope,
Remembering that there is always hope!
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My mammogram is due today
Twill be mammorable, I’ll say
Both boobies will hurty,
When squashed at 1.30,
Oh bother it’s on my birthday!
I’ll stand at the booby machine,
It clamps me, oh boy it’s so mean,
They’ll check for breast cancer
Scans provide the answer,
Then birthday lunch in the canteen.
25th January 2021
~Parallel strands of blonde silk hide her vulnerable eyes.
If only to foresee what shall lye ahead.
Surrender to my embrace Ophelia.
Judgement nor prejudice dispel a hearts' affection.
Lay now bound journal.
Rippled with twill,tell your jaded past.
May lips sealed try to speak.
Solace crests upon a subdued soul.
I rest at feet for truth.
Our love lead not for despair.~
Discretionary Indiscretions
Written: by Tom Wright
11/25/00
Pray tell
how can this be;
That one
might opt to blunder,
Electing folly and improprieties,
Ultimately
casting soul asunder.
No matter
is the heart's intent,
The inevitable results,
are one and same.
If time in unrepented sin is spent,
twill be found rowed
neatly neath each name.