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Short Underarms Poems

Short Underarms Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Underarms by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Underarms by length and keyword.


Premium Member Meltering Sweltering
Meltering sweltering is just up ahead Sweat soaking sheets of our double bed Underarms are odorous Some parts are dangerous Don't light a match it might kill you dead
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Categories: underarms, weather,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member I am a slob today
slob
unkempt
slovenly
my hair is weird
my face is dirty
my teeth are quite smelly
my underarms are screaming
I am a total wreck mama
I have worn this nightshirt for three days
there is a wood tick buried in my arm...

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Categories: underarms, me,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Some May Be Offended, But
underarms are hairy
  unless you shave them very

often -- not to mention smelly
  most use a-p roll-on gel

ee -- gad zooks what good are underarms
  please don't bare yours in my barn!



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 Note: 'a-p' stands for anti-perspirant...

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Categories: underarms, body, humor, senses,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Anxiety
Anxiety 

Awaiting results to any test,
Not knowing if you will be the best.
X-rays that look at painful places.
Ignominy from the laughing faces.
Emitting sweat from underarms,
Tense but not knowing what's wrong.
Yesterday’s fear, today’s calm.

2/25/17 ...

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Categories: underarms, anxiety, emotions, fear,
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member Desperation
  
      Inspiration yields to desperation
        with each tick of the clock
      underarms damp as the back of your knees
        soiling even your frumpy frock... 

      Time is finite, you know it’s true
         though it seems it’s out to choke just you
      a thought races past, is it your last
         ~ an alarm goes off, the die is cast
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Categories: underarms, anxiety, time, writing,
Form: Rhyme



Barbie Kisses
Flicking
Like a snake’s tongue
Out and in
Long scars
From under the loose cuffs of her long sleeves
No matter the sultry summer day
Crisscrossed up and down
The banana skin of her underarms
Raw shiny and tiny stained like tomato kisses
Smeared and left from the lips
Of her childhood Barbie
Sitting propped and prepped
Cross-legged
At a miniature set dinner table
Of delectable plastic
Fruits and cakes
Shrimp and fillet
Waiting forever for her Ken....

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Categories: underarms, addiction, body, depression, hurt, identity, loneliness, mental
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things