Short Type Poems
Short Type Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Type by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Type by length and keyword.
As I type here
Thinking of you
Off to Arizona
Two planes flew
Fountain Hills
Where they stay
At home I miss
You for 10 days
When I can’t
Can’t love her more
You do something
To my amazement
My heart swells
And I love you
More in a matter
Of leagues
type A's
they must schedule ahead, to the end of their days
which may well arrive sooner
bereft of the fun of the improvised nooner.
Even if push or pull, your door doesn't open.
Because your door is sliding type.
I'll try to open your door next time.
So please wait until then.
Judith chopped off the head of General Holofernes, saving Israel
She is a biblical type of Mother Mary
Who crushes the head of the serpent, saving the Church.
The type of women, with I often blended,
You can easy find in the local bars around.
It's a type which is my mother warned about,
And type which daddy heartily recommend!
What made them think it was wrong...
For typed lines left unfinished
Are lost thoughts untold...
No love letters, no poems, not a song
One day the rusted keys fell cold
Happy birthday, Sister Gina,
Poets write in many a form;
The poetry type Sestina
Lets writers brilliantly perform.
Topic: Birthday of Sister Gina V. Castillo (March 17)
Happy birthday, Noli Reyes,
Friends make phone calls using the Skype;
My pen and ink want to express
Warm greeting in poetry type.
Topic: Birthday of Noli Reyes (March 21)
Listen to poem:
well
at last
after delay
bell poem form is here
recognised as new poem type
and so give it a go, in shape and mode
remembering to add clangor
clapper
ding
Welfare is a type of business
That does without profit
But for some unfortunate people's benefit
Is that none of your business, sir
Oh, surely not
The sympathetic heart answers
What's a buffoon type restaurant
We serve ourselves and eat what we want
Gain humongous pounds
Till we can't walk around
Perhaps I'm thinking of a “buffet” response
I feel like writing silly tales
About a typist who had long manicured nails
She tapped the typewriter so slow
Until her boss told her she had to go
To employ her was beyond the pale
I'm the type of girl who will always try to make you smile,
But motherly enough to hold you close as you cry for a while,
As well as your goddess protecting you from energies so vile.
Need to acknowledge you,
to grasp your lovely brittle self.
Somehow..
doesn’t really matter by what means.
Just GET THE **** BACK INTO MY LIFE.
Logging for your inner alternate sanity.
grocery shopping
I see everyone in masks
does anyone smile?
strangers even stranger now -
a type of isolation
July 27, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
Type Who Would Type
After we had heard all of the hype,
Seeing picture appearing on Skype
Gripe not me,
Soon did see;
Knew she was type who would type.
Jim Horn
And with danger did have a scripe.
With a first sip of java I reach heaven's door
Come back to life and start soaring once more
Like a fairy type being
As I hold back my peeing
Mere mortals have rarely witnessed such beauty before
Oh, hell
type the right characters
characters of the right type
Fonts of fragrant zeal
Ending in the venice beach of letters
and say nothing of the categories of pain
(hold the control key if your a friggin windoze user)
I am laid back but like to shag and such
and she was so sexy and hot to touch.
I said show me a sign,
she said “your place or mine?”
Nah, forget it darlin’, you talk too much!
Written: September 2014
My dog is chewing up my couch
One bite at a time
Crunch crunch crunch
munch munch munch
My couch is screaming for help
The dog looks up to see what I am going to do
I am typing without being bothered
I continue to type
late, unnatural,
and made in chicago.
city-bred all over yesterday.
an irate ashanti,
in the ducts and alleyways
of tomorrow.
awaits the god-type,
the omniscient zulu;
the stone;
the voice of america
in black english.
"click to chat"
*click*
"I'm really sorry"...
... Backspace
"I have to tell you"...
... Backspace
"I think you are"...
... Backspace
"I hate you"...
... Backspace
"I love you"...
... Backspace
.....
"You up to much?"
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