Short Unloaded Poems

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


Portly Explosion

A portly old man from Spain,
Let his belt out to relieve the strain,
    But his pants button exploded
       Like a missile unloaded
  So far that it brought down rain.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS - BAWDY WARNING


Smug Santa unloaded his sack As Mrs Claus lay on her back Hear her whoop, hear her cheer Santa comes once a year Cos nookie nights they sadly lack!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Baptism of Ducks

BAPTISM OF DUCKS

Waves shake little boat, smug ducks out at sea.
They sing drinking songs, rambunctious with glee.
Rising waves, quicker,
with more downed liquor.
Unloaded ducks drink.  The waves set them free.

8/16/2017
Form: Limerick

Unhindered Movement

On the other side,
Beyond this view,
We're chauffeured unhindered,
Light and unsaddled,
Unloaded and unrestrained,
We're not framed for this side only.


February 18, 2023.
Bite Size Poem No. 60 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier.

Premium Member A Terrorist Strikes

As the local transit bus stopped and unloaded
Seconds after, a powerful bomb exploded.
We knew that terrorists had struck again, 
Causing mistrust and fear, to everyone’s chagrin
Nearby a ten-story apartment house imploded.

written November 9, 2021
Form: Quintilla


Steps To A Cup Of Coffee

Thousands half-naked people
Roasting under the scorching sun
Extracting billions of coffee beans
Transported by steamboats
Sailed hundreds miles away
Unloaded, traded and grinded
Brought to a modest cafeteria
Someone fry, boil, and serve
A cup of sweet aroma coffee
To a coffee-lover customer.

Premium Member Target It-

Target it Hush is calling Twilight seeing stars Shooting loaded finger guns Unloaded and ammunition gone Target it Bunion feet on the run far Silent lips not moving Eyelids filled with star, why? Blinking stop lights blinking eyes Target it
11/12/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Form: Rhyme

Faint taste

Scent and money spent 
Will power burning water slip deep in shower
She let's things slide back forth each a ride
She reads my mind finds path grip and collide
Unloaded loud screams wakes souls and found 
Pulse and pull hair gripped and growled 
She finds her shoes he pays the bill
Recollect and finds sweet debt
Form: Rhyme

Hectic Mind

Hectic Mind

Like a weekend
no end
hectic like a busy-business road
up and down
caotic
loaded mind like a full dust bin
hardly unloaded
slow motion
rules the emotion
struggle
hustle
like a mother-bird
food, providing for the little crying kids
busy
is the mind 
restlessness dominates
stress rules.

Drencho POET Loads
Form: Narrative

Premium Member I Am a Man-

This mountain I chose to climb
This moment In Time I choose to unwind 
This valley I walk I choose to walk I'm running
This land I'm on this borrowed sand
 I am part of it I am molded clay
As I live and breathe I inhaled an exhale 
What's God's givin me for I am the land
 embedded in me spirit so I unloaded I am man


2/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Form: Rhyme

Pink Ribbons

She stared long
       At pink ribbons
        The perfect match
         Of pink dress
           I wore then
            Someone my age
             In tattered clothes
              Outside the temple
                I unloaded plaits
             And handed her
          My pink ribbons
       My parents smiled
     Seeing my act
    I had known
  I was right

30/03/2019

Premium Member Twig Beneath a Redwood Tree

Long ago I had a coroner friend.
 He unloaded many tales of great darkness
People passing away in strange ways-in strange places.
Distorted postures in a maggot's buffet.
People going out for a bite to eat-
but never returning.to families.
His impression and confessionals never leave me.

I shared some of my stories with him.
But they paled in comparison to his.
I doubt if he remembers any of them...
Does any remember a twig 'neath a redwood tree.

Premium Member In the Beginning

In The Beginning Written: by Tom Wright 8-22-2016 No play script, but only unloaded pages, But immediately the pages began to fill. Instead of chapters, life became stages, Each stage lived according to my free will. At one stage, by emptiness, I was consumed, Troubled, I realized a deficiency in my life. Without Jesus, my soul would be doomed, And I’d face perpetual fire in the afterlife. Born again August 28th 1968
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

HOLIDAY FUN

It was Santa’s busiest night
And nothing was going quite right.
The sleigh, well past it’s best,
Had just failed its flight test
And Rudolph’s red nose had turned white.

Global warming had melted the snow;
A hurricane started to blow.
Santa’s throat was red raw
And felt terribly sore.
He could barely whisper “Ho ho”

He declared a gift embargo;
The elves unloaded his cargo.
Then, on-line from his bed,
He sent vouchers instead,
All delivered by Wells Fargo
Form: Limerick

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