Short Uncanny Poems
Short Uncanny Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uncanny by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uncanny by length and keyword.
Flame in the air
When there is no fire there
But in the center
Is the dragon’s belly
Waiting to spew uncanny heat
For heat-rock is all it is
out of all the gin joints in Chicago
she had to choose this one
she had an uncanny likeness to the woman he had lost
he could not stop staring
Depending on your mind,
Entirely a taste of perception;
Just a bit, double vision
Add to it, maddening familiar
Va va va, Boom!
Uncanny; already happened
There once was a waiter named Danny
Who thought that he had a cute fanny
So he switched for his tip
And he wiggled his hip
The tip that he got was uncanny!
I'm a bad boy, and it is uncanny
How I always get hit on my fanny.
If I could get my paws...
What I mean, Santa Claus -
I wish Julie Andrews for my nanny.
always
been
able to
push
buttons
seemed to
possess an
uncanny
ability to
continually
rub
emotions
the
wrong way
unlike
an other
why i have
no clue
Darkness holds a place in the chamber,
The uncanny weaves the mind,
There’s an emergence of the strange,
There’s a masking of the odd.
January 19, 2024.
Life alas is a journey,
No straight, a line uncanny,
Nor straight, say from A to B,
But circuitous and Zany!
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Reflections | 08.11.18 |Epigram
Our Golden Annie can smell bread
From the other end of the house it spreads
“Uncanny Annie”
Star of our family
Comes bounding in she's got pretty good treads
Once knew a brave fellow from Miami
His ability to leap tall buildings was uncanny
Going up was no sweat
Coming down posed a threat
His body filled every nook and cranny
Knick knacks were at the top of my gift list
one stood out and walked over too brisk
slow motion it fell
still intact I could tell
sudden turn with huge purse a high risk!
9-8-17
A Bengal tiger has an uncanny hunch
That he'll encounter a tasty beast to munch
Finding an inedible Prey
with fear he roars go away!
Then runs to seek a more suitable lunch
Hold your life
In the dark sunset.
May you speak of uncanny dreams.
Making mountains out of clay.
Knowing the mountain,
Knowing it's made out of clay,
Knowing it's a dream,
To love,
And to play.
Surely everyone's heard of gamma rays
If there's such a thing as grampa rays, I'd be amazed
But keep it in the family
Resemblance is uncanny
They're now on my who-ha, I'm really ashamed
It was a vivid, glorious, life,
filled with love, struggle and strife;
so many scenes, and so many years,
unique friends, laughter and tears;
So uncanny, so real it seemed,
strange to know it was a dream.
The pumpkin rolls eyes in the dark and bounces
along. It’s uncanny how candy flounces.
A boy in a hurry.
Sweet teeth, they should worry.
The dental charge - cavities by the ounces.
10/27/2022
Once knew a brave fellow from Miami
His ability to leap tall buildings was uncanny
Going up was no sweat
Coming down posed a threat
Sadly he landed and crushed his poor nanny
© Jack Ellison 2015
Annie, our Golden, is a member of the family
Just like a daughter, it's really quite uncanny
When going out and then on our return
Our love's reaffirmed
Her excitement explodes, our dearest sweet Annie
Annie, our Golden, is a member of the family
Just like a daughter, it's really uncanny
After going out, upon our return
Our love's enthusiastically reaffirmed
Her excitement explodes, our dearest sweet Annie
The greatest doggie in the world is our “Annie”
An almost human golden retriever, it's really uncanny
Her vocabulary is wide
By our wishes, she abides
At times she's naughty but we put up with her hanky panky
Annie, our Golden, is a member of the family
Just like a daughter, it's really uncanny
After going out upon our return
Our love's enthusiastically reaffirmed
Her excitement explodes, our dearest sweet Annie
© Jack Ellison 2015
The windows of the mind,
In the eyes I find,
Written in them,
Is a poem,
Of sanity or insanity,
Of turbulence or tranquility,
Of uncanny mind;
Of patriotic pride,
Of gallant valour,
Of bashful amour,
Of beauty of the Youth,
Of resplendent Truth.
Form:
A desolate isle, where it hurts to smile
buried betwixt mists both eerie and vile.
Forever hidden amongst dwellers of an uncanny guile,
where those who chance stumble here, lost and senile,
art beckoned by a curious fear of no mortal description or profile.
I've seen the cool moves of Surfing Annie
Her ironing board rides are so uncanny!
When she has a wipeout
She blames it on her gout
I'm proud of Annie 'cause she's my Granny
July 15, 2022
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A Russian Mystic Outré
Mystical-Strannik
Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin
A charlatan to many
A prophet to some.
His hypnotic effect
Incomprehensible
His eyes uncanny
A saint to none.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)