Short Twisty Poems
Short Twisty Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Twisty by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Twisty by length and keyword.
Playing Bridge
Gov. Chris Christie
Whose promises are twisty.
Played with A Bridge Too Far
With a Democrat he did spar.
Chris Christie
the road to the truth may be just a tad twisty
a bridge too far
the bully boy suggests you had no need to come by car.
It's my favorite sweat treat
and one I enjoy,
they are long, round, and twisty
come in 2 flavors
red and liquorish
and taste good
good!
I am unlovable
If we are the sum of all our parts
I am unlovable
My parts are broken
Dark and dingy and twisty
The sum of my parts are jagged
And I am unlovable
Love is
: like a fragrant moonlight which graces
the immortal hued Spring.
:like a graceful daybreak which walks
along a tough, twisty road.
:
England’s Dame Agatha Christie
wrote novels with plots often twisty.
Best-selling fiction writer of all time,
her Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot solved many a crime.
A dragon purchased Kamasutra for fun,
Tried the poses one by one in the sun.
But in a twisty embrace,
He fell flat on his face,
Now he's learning love's not easily done!
Tautology aught to be taught as an ology
'cos an ology taught twice is tautology
Thinking about tonuge twisters
This was not twisty enough, but still interesting I thought !
footless from fanatical factual feminization
I invite immoderation into increasing inflationary integer
my meditation melange momentously moresque
tippytoe through those twisty tulipa
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
Nothing straight, even sightly
Hangs now over me.
As twisty, Moonah-shaded
Which gouged path below.
So awaits, and breath-stilling
Hot-blown, face, writhing
For prospects, unseeable
What, sea-cool, must show!
bet. aireys inlet and anglesea
always
bareheaded
but
can
dainty
element
from
grievous hubbub
in
lithesome
momentously
noninfectious
polytheistic
regimentals
sway
these
outdoor
twisty
unsensational
vibrational
with you
a satiric
spunky sperm
twisty tippytoe
through the
outdoor civilization
renewing fairway
to engorge
prospect goat
recasting stubble
noninfectious vibrational
hubbub pyrophobia
luridness hallelujah
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
He was a troublesome kid,
Who punched the others and hid
If this wasn't safe, off slid
To be of reprisals rid...
Venturesome troublesome kid,
Who pot distances from lid
And could 12:00 pm from Mid;
A Life of the Twisty Grid
A street wise worldly - wise kid,
Who torched things and asked "who did?"
Nigeria's Grid of A kid?.
repressing violet memories
suppressed love of blue
formation of reactions
rationalisations
earth is revolving
around the sun now
are you absolutely certain
todays science
tomorrows ridicule
displaced reactions
inhibited intellectualisations
sun is sinking into
the womb of the
waiting barren sea
the pinky twisty tongue
taste of salt and tears
Form:
The twisted and twirled
Poison Ivy
Of Pride and Arrogance
In the misty woods of its own,
Retaining itself to be shown
Or itself to be stirred.
The gusts of words
Not able to halt
The poison Ivy swelling,
Swelling on the earth of accessors,
Bringing death to all.
Nothing left but
The misty wood of
The twisty and twirled
Poison Ivy
Of Pride and Arrogance.
I can't stop smiling
My happy sighing
The feeling of weightlessness
I guess this is happiness
My head is in the clouds
I want to shout out loud
Crazy, twisty, twirly
That's the way my stomach is whirling
Jumping, bursting, curling
Myself is unfurling
I'm laughing again
Dancing my way to la la land
Bouncing on my bed
The sunshine behind my head
As free as a dove
I'm guessing this is...
Love?
Soft tongue, sharp teeth
Leave unto me your poetry like a wreath
Ivory skin, translucent.
You breathe color unto me,
Wreak ravishing horrors.
We become Dionysus’s servants
Dance, dancing mad,
tremulous whispers lulling me further
Into the eye of the maelstrom.
Twisty and dark, your salty kiss burns and deteriorates.
You spit out the bones, the tarry flesh, cracks besmirched ivory
A rusted over echo
Of a copy of a copy of a copy
whisky is RISKY
but tasty
after all you become twisty
ANGRY hungry till freaky
then messy and hefty
finally just a note-less naughty
who WORSHIP whisky
soft feather
bog winds whisper on heather
where the soaring eagles fly
high
stones upright
stand frozen long to incite
from high cliffs leaning on sea
free
lakes misty
blue morning shrouds reeds twisty
slow swans turn into cloud tuft
fluffed
breeze saline
blows on Moher cliffs marine
grey waves pound on basalt stone
lone
bay twilight
white gulls traverse with delight
dark night folded by wan tide
dyed
wiry wily
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight
roundy and writhy
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew
a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end
spirally spiralled
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole
snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy
or ouroboros hoop
so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say