Short Walkie Poems
Short Walkie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Walkie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Walkie by length and keyword.
Violet used a walker
Who was followed by a stalker
Violet was old
But very wise and bold
As she asked for help, through her walkie-talker
There once was a Highlander Jockey
Like his stallion, brazen and cocky
Sorry for being coarse
I am hung like my horse
So boastful, and all walkie talkie
* Written 20/05/14 *
Imagine perching in that huge gum tree;
I would fly and see for miles,
just like that currawong that slides
between the misty air and dewy grass.
I wonder if that currawong,
inside his bony-birdie-head,
would ever wish that he could be
a walkie-talkie-kid like me?
Sorry officer, the old lady apologizes as she is stopped for speeding.
Her Chevy is rocking out to seventies music
A debonair old geezer in a sports car blows past them
going at least a hundred and ten
Officer looks exasperated.
Gets on walkie talkie
No answer.
Jumps on motorcycle and takes off
Woman texts her husband “Thanks sweetie!”
I could go anywhere with my walkie
I’m talking walkie talkie
long before I knew I needed a dog
(anxiety is funny that way
striking when you want to play
locked in a cage with your brain set to flog)
I could go anywhere and talk to anyone
else paralyzed sitting alone on my bum
sorry this poem sucks I have to go walk my dog
Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
Rich red Mars,
Porch guitars,
Wild chatter,
Lavender,
Limpid moon,
Cry of loon,
Starry park,
Plum hued dark,
Hued flora,
Scent aura,
Teal ducks quack,
Love is back!
Grassy knoll,
Dreams unfold.
Estranged
He walks about with twelve toes.
They talk about the landing of UFOs over walkie-talkies,
and bog the sympathy of spectators
with manufactured grief,
making their feelings lose contact
with the breaking world.
Nobody could close the Grand Canyon in the soul of a demon who wishes to share his stories with inattentive passers-by
behind face masks and headphones.
Roaming around,
down in the dirt,
with a forgotten passport
that has no facial code
in Times Square.