Short Warmers Poems

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


Snowfall

snowfall
bedtime and the dogs
all cuddled in

Note: For Turbo, Charger, Zeus, and Pip--my four little bed warmers!
Form: Haiku


Premium Member *dogs*

Fetchers of slippers, retrievers of sticks.
Anytime nappers, performers of tricks.
Furry lap warmers and guards of our doors.
Muddy paw trackers across our clean floors.
Happy tail waggers whose love never ends.
Constant companions and dearest of friends.

Dedicated to My Tasha Girl.
Form: Rhyme

Dancer

Leg warmers flop and fold 
Embracing tender ankles 
Adored by suitors 
Ready to heal with bouquets 
And accolades.

Balanced, extended, 
Moving off air,
Like flowers, forever stretching
Kicking up relevé

Like the aromatic main floor of 
An old department store 
at Christmas.
Their limbs like flowers, 
Forever fragrant.

Premium Member will she ever get warm

she cannot get too warm; she is always cold
This granddaughter of mine, with hair so fine.
She is a little shy, introverted, not big and bold
Wearing knitted leg warmers that are mine.

She is bundled up in a sweater bulky and white
wrapped up in a comforter full of duck down too
Will she ever get warm? I wondered that night
The night that the pilot light went out in the flue.
Form: Rhyme

Goldenrod

Metro Louisville streets, the promise of a stiff drink
A 20 sack of weed
Heavy blankets in the back when I need to dream
Hand warmers from Dollar Tree
A few one dollar can teas.
Its week three,
Flattened in the back seat
In the winter, freezing
Swiping left and right for warm sheets and a release
Tonight I wont worry about where I will sleep
I only packed enough food for a week
Eating is a treat


Unpredictable

Here at the back-end of March
here at the epi-center of normal
daffodils death-dance in the snow and sleet,
squirrels return to dray's
seeking shelter from the unpredictable,
this helter-skelter weather.
Tomorrow we may simmer
in winter warmers
the sun flirt with rays of Spring fire,
but not until sheep and lions
give birth to roaring lambs,
will our doormats transition
to round-the-clock muddy welcomes.

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