Short Wanda Poems
Short Wanda Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wanda by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wanda by length and keyword.
Wanda Hardman sang a sad song
How a softie had done her wrong
But Lady Luck
Slipped her a buck
And now she's wed to Don Key-Long
Wanda Mann loves dressing naughty
So the lads will call her, "Hottie"
But out on a date
They all need to wait
Because she has to go potty!
Wanda asked with eyes big and blue
Could it be I needed a screw?
With drinks on the table
I found she was able
To do what she wanted to do.
I miss your laugh.
I wish I could bring you back.
It's not the same without you here.
I miss you so very much.
My words could never be eough.
Form:
There once was woman named Wanda
whose shape made men want to want her
but as Wanda once said
when I go to bed
no springs will get sprung till I wanna
Herpetologist Christopher Blake
Made a perfectly dreadful mistake:
Turned his back upon Wanda,
An immense anaconda,
And became a quick snack for the snake.
W-inners
A-re
N-icely
D-efeating
A-dverse
S-truggles
I-n
M-arvelous
B-ravery
A-bating
J-inx
O-f
N-egativity
Topic: Birthday of Wanda Simbajon (July 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Willber whistled while wooing wonderful, wistful, Wanda
but Willber's woebegone whistling made Wanda want to wander
Wandering Wanda wanted Wally but his weak, wretched whistling was wanting Wanda was wowed by Waldo's wondrous whistle that she found very taunting
Epiphany
I
Was
Born
An
Insect
Resurrected
Mind
A
Shell
Military
Eye
Ebb
So
Wanda
Sauce
On
The
Salad
And
Rye
Nibbling
Every
Little
Wafer
Comes
By
Nights
Blue
Twigh light
You
Knew
Never knew how much I loved you til' you were gone.
In your doting arms I belonged.
It feels to me a little to late for all we have wronged.
But, I don't care for my heart can't bare a silence so long.
I miss you now and forever more.
In the heavens' your soul shall soar.....
''For Wanda'' 5/11/11
As the peas in a pod explode,
That is how I feel amidst a lone road,
Loosing you eye cannot afford,
With the help of our God,
Love is protected under a cloud.
Like Vision and Wanda,
We wonder,
What awaits the inseparable goose and gander,
For what our creator puts together; No man can put asunder,
For where there is no retreat; There's no surrender.
Spawny, Spawny, he’s our man!
Bought the farm without the land,
fury-fueled, he took his stand.
Life had not gone as he planned.
Evil came to him unjust.
Sent to Hell in sudden thrust.
Return to Wanda, he must
become foul Hellspawn or bust.
Right the wrong unfairly dealt,
he sought evil where it dwelt.
Moral rightness is his belt,
doing good is how he felt.
Stopping evil now his quest.
Evil men he does detest.
Justice comes at his behest,
anti-hero full of zest.
A silver white moon lit the night sky.
The peaceful earth was asleep.
Yet evil hid behind the nearest star
as she saw men in white approaching from afar.
Her heart beat fast; their hate was hot,
too hot for her to bear.
She sat with the moon as he started to cry.
She asked him why?
He said, “Be still my child and look up,
for the stars have begun to melt.”
This poem was written about a fictional character, Wanda DeWitt, for my first
novel, Willow Creek.