Short Well Fed Poems
Short Well Fed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Well Fed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Well Fed by length and keyword.
Look at bulls
in blue suits
well fed, swollen
from the humus
of peasant labor
Good soup
they would be
if offered
for cocktails
jumpity rumpity toad in a pot
transmogrification often is sought
wiggly piggly nose pink and red
Halloween shenanigans often well fed
Wasted food by the well-fed millions of children could save from the grave!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 July 2018
glass half empty half full
my stomach well fed
i am warm and have a roof
yet I'd have the gall to ask for more
AP: 1st place 2022
A well fed tummy
A warm bed with loving arms
He's yours forever
For Linda Marie's advice contest tied for 4th with many others.
"I can't wriggle out of this bed"
A worm's rear complained to its head
A bluebird dropped by
Took worm for a fly
Happiness is nestlings well fed
While Starving
Discovered what people most dread;
Finding people who are not well fed;
Hungry were,
That did occur;
Starved and much weight did shed.
Jim Horn
Cafeteria
Loud, boisterous
Sweet-smelling, bread-making, cake-baking,
Happy, well-fed, starving, hopeless
Maddening, Saddening, Un-gladdening
Quiet, Angry
Homeless
On feminine sands,
wide spreads, buns of swells__ well fed,
view, of the sand crab???
For: “Tropical treasures
In Honor of:
Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
Placed #4
IMPROVISED CHRISTMAS
yuletide in trouble
at a thousand feet – burn out
hear old saint nick shout
“round up some huskies
for the trip get them well fed
christmas by dog sled!”
There was once a nerd so eager to lurk
Well fed up with his life and his cattle
So he took off with a boat
But that boat did not float
And started to swim from Dover to Dunkirk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGX_Z1Yo9TQ
He loves to keep them all well fed
his mantra is always quip and trim
early to rise and early to bed
but Ali, well he loves to sleep in
An apple please the eager three-year- old said.
She loved the look of the fruit, all round and red.
It won’t hurt her at all, so go ahead.
Said the willows in the woods, she’ll be well fed.
There once was a zealous game warden
Whose tiny heart was very harden
His so clever wife surely said
At his death would be well fed
Charging for _iss on grave with organ
Just for fun!!
When worked up and yelling a sight to behold
She was an expert on the art of the scold
But she was good in bed
And kept him well fed
And he was quite deaf if the truth be told
I had this strange, incurable psychosis
Most of the time it was all in my head
But this bout was a case of trichinosis
Here I lie happily well-fed…and dead
Written March 20, 2022
Merry-go-round skeleton with a birdcage on your head
How dare you come back from the land of the dead?
You are skinny as always; you were never well-fed.
We are tired of your antics, please return to the dead.
she cannot get into clothes anymore
prefers a blue mumu or sweat pants
red meat eater from Iowa
well-fed with carbohydrates
rotund and Rubenesque
waddles into rooms
squat and stocky
overweight
chunky
bulk
Snow, snow, blowing away
It's another blizzard-like day!
Probably a foot or so
And it feels like 10 below!
The cold I dread
Hope one's well-fed!
Don't know how long will last
But soon is over and past!
Mr. Mallard Duck with your beautiful green head.
You are shiny and awesome, and beautiful, and pretty well fed.
I wonder if your mate, all brown and muted and plain
Gets jealous of your colors? How could she refrain?
Make my day! Clint McRoostwood said.
His attitude was as staunch as his comb was red.
Many scooted away from him with dread.
His movie star status was totally well fed.
He pretended that he was superior, and well-bred.
Slow
deep breath
no quick moves.
Brown form alert.
Crosshairs rhythmically bounce on shoulder crease.
One smooth pull shatters silence, blurs vision.
Noble prey down,
tribe well fed.
Thankful
pray.
For the home refuse we dug a pit
We bury the dead to forget
We bury the dead not of respect
My waste frame needs no burial
My waste frame needs disposal
Jungle wild beasts bury not their dead
Yet the remnants live well-fed.
To keep you warm and safe
A mother use a blanket
To make you feel too comfort
To get up
To keep you well-fed warm and safe
A country use a policy
Called aspiration
To boost you up
To make you always on the alert
To work hard
The cat’s left leg is straight up in the air, behind his head.
Leans a bit to the left, and this cat’s extremely well-fed.
I had not realized he could do this magical trick,
It is completely unbelievable and excitingly slick.