Short Wet Blanket Poems
Short Wet Blanket Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wet Blanket by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wet Blanket by length and keyword.
Der Nebel haengt in der Luft
It hangs in the air
like a wet blanket
muting the mystery
as if you could
clouding the reality
with vague images
your eyes strain to
make sense of the terrain
as you navigate your way
to fetch this mornings
mail.
"Dancing in the rain is how we turn heartache into art."- unknown
whine, buzz, warped air
wet blanket heat
rumbling, skies tear
thundering, clouds meet
Dance in the rain without'a care
Sad story
Wet ripples
Salty tears
Notice now
Weird and weary
Dreary drizzle
Bad weather
Freezing cold
Wet blanket
Insolvent ways
Dreamy distance
Tedious touch
Why bother?
Risk rapture
Fond textures
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
“Wet blankets, give them all”
Captain of flight X
ordered the crew
as he wrapped himself
with warm woolen blanket
When asked he said
“but this is a towel
used in bathrooms
if you want one
I give you time go get
from your homes”
coldness gnawed us
as captain snored
and dreamed
wet dreams
This is Africa airspace
Rainfall pulls the blinds,
on bouncy folk’s wild picnic,
vile thunder as wet blanket,
yet blindside sunburst’s,
so prompt relief augurs well,
for merry beanfest revived
Ominous dark cloud,
imagined plague, close peril,
might scupper gallant junket,
but fleeting storm front,
heartens madcap daring poised,
to trailblaze gold rush frontiers
Triple digit
temperatures
bake the
atmosphere while
wet blanket
humidity
embraces all
who venture out
on a Florida
summer's day.
A refreshing
dip in a cold
creek, lake or pool,
with a tall
glass of iced
tea or lemonade,
(perhaps even
a nice cold beer)
to quench a
powerful thirst,
are treats to
be savored.
This is
summer.
6/16/21
The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off,
Reeellaaaxxx!
Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies
And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed
It fills my heart all day long
Sometimes I ask what have done wrong
What it is, I can’t deliver with my tongue
Most times I get them in my bed
They never sieze coming true my head
At times they act dead
When I behave like a nerd
Too much to think of
Before you wake up it already takes off
My greatest desire is to turn it off
How long would I fight with you
You work on the past and nothing new
Received enough wet blanket your time is dew
The rainclouds loom over the town
Like a cold, grayish wet blanket
That soon will unleash and rain down
its wrathful torrent in buckets.
I’ve seen this many times before-
This quietude before the storm-
A preface to what is in store:
An incredible thunderstorm.
Behold! The tempest has begun.
Wind is blowing from the northeast
Lightning bolts on the horizon
The odor of ozone increased
And as though it were timed, thunder
Brought rain as I watched in wonder.