Short Waistband Poems

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


Billboard Sign

billboard sign
winks at me
eat here now

temptation
hungry bear
buffet line

plate piled high
ten pounds plus
waistband stretch


Billboard Sign

billboard sign
winks at me
eat here now

temptation
hungry bear
buffet line

plate piled high
ten pounds plus
waistband stretch

Ride Home From the Beach

05/09/2018
                
                a sea of salt sand
                populates swimsuit waistband
                the oceans wet itch
Form: Haiku

Premium Member At Home At Starbucks

elastic waistband
society norms dead
wearing pajamas at Starbucks
no one stares
or cares
that I brought my own blanket too
as it is sometimes cold in here
a big change from home where
I will go to nap in an hour

Rocks, man

Found a rock
Cool as hell
Pulls me under
A magic spell

Heft in hand
Delight sky-rockets
Brush it clean
Fill my pockets

Pocket rattle
Waistband weighted
Rock-nerd-mode
Activated

Quirky, dull
Or sparkling jewel
Can’t deny it
Rocks are cool
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Meadowlark -a New Husband and Wife

I've tasted her liquid, from her heart; Meadowlark Warm red taste of lavender meringue; I held her hand; Meadowlark Embraced her waistband hips; Touched her lips; Made a wish; We kissed Meadowlark Consummated betrothed wedding night so Endearing we're husband and wife; In the light in the dark Meadowlark
11/21/25 Written by James Edward Lee Sr
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Chigger Dance

The thing about chiggers: I’m glad they’re not bigger. They’ll make you go dancing Like A. A. Milne’s Tigger. Avoid ‘em with vigor! When they pull the trigger, Get under your waistband, You may need a jigger. Of whiskey! Of whiskey! You’ve gotta ask right, 'Cuz chiggers are red And jiggers are white. O, chigger! O, jigger! They both like to bite. The former’s a flea; The latter’s a mite.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Happy Now

How could someone choose to live in such a wasteland
A polluted mess of burgers and fries in your hand,
Populated with emotional distress as tighter becomes the waistband,
Personal vendetta achieved bit by bit without love or a man
You have yourself to blame and have no pity to demand

Now you have lost all potential with nobody to care,
One choice made and now a fertile life is bare,
When you make a child to be an adult, this could be you.
Form: Acrostic

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