Short Waspish Poems

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


Premium Member Cantankerous and Ornery

cranky and bearish
cantankerous attitude
she spends days alone

ornery and waspish
rantankerous daily
she has her own ways

prickly and grouchy
she yells sat tv people
her only friends
Form: Senryu


And the Exhibits

waspish
& coarse!
an ear-loathe
of a stinging credence:

o, loutish 
... exhibits 
at my forest’s edge –

& elders collapse
at devouring
songs –

a ministry of
moth-suckling
babe-bees of 
my ether being!
© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member cranky crabby great grandpa Lou

he is snappish, waspish, crusty too
also cranky, my great grandpa Lou
people’s ideas make him dour
even to grandma, he is quite sour

we wonder what made him this way
he’s a grumpy grouch who does not play
I never met his mother Lily Sue
but I have heard she was depressed and blue
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member You should Meet His Mother

twitchy, fidgety, nervous Lee
frightened of you, frightened of me
we are not scary, so how can that be?
you should meet his mother said Meridee

She’s as high strung as a mean high wire
snappish, waspish, angry, a non-hire
jittery, jumpy, nervous, nasty too
Lee’s only role model is his mama Sue
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Frigid Ice Queen

Pet called Kat “very angry wasp thing” Kat said if she’s waspish mind her sting “Do you wear it in tail?” “In tongue, if talk of tales” “What, with my tongue in your tail to wring”
+++++++ Inspired by Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew”, a wooing scene between Petruchio and Katherine. May 13, 2014 Form:Limerick Fourth Place Win Contest: Bawdy Miss Clawdy by Roy Jerden
Form: Limerick


Nerve Gas

Razed garden hung 
Icicle vines crept mortar 
Fingers of the dead 

And the sun died 
Cataract eyed sinking 
This limitless implosion 

Craven mustard then spread 
Barbed 
Waspish sting and evisceration

Slinking down the brick 
I felt incorrigible 
Violence 

The lone oranges dangle 
The only fruit 
Are clockwork 

My black heart suppurated
Necrosis 

Nerve gas sought 
Release to silence 
The screaming 
Myelin
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