Short Whacking Poems
Short Whacking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whacking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whacking by length and keyword.
Here comes the day again,
to me all these seems insane.
Why just one day for love?
why can't love forever remain?
Oh let it be no use whacking my own brain.
Categories:
whacking, loveday,
Form:
Limerick
I'm so happy to miss the hole
Taking real long is the goal
Whacking, whacking, and whacking away
I can take until Judgement Day!
People can just sit and wait
Bet that they want to sedate!
If I get over hundred and ten
Then I can say I win!
Categories:
whacking, sports
Form:
Couplet
There was a woodpecker whacking,
Continuous sound nerve-racking.
Distressed in the mind,
Making my teeth grind,
Tap-tapping will send me packing.
Standing outside, I clapped my hands,
Sending him off to no-man's land.
But no, he just sat,
And started to tap.
His tapping, how will I withstand?
For Poet Destroyer's contest, 'Silly (Funny)'
Categories:
whacking, bird, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Obviously, I am kissed
Once more by destiny
When clock touching
The summer moonlight night
Without pain
And, flatten the thought
By the buzzing bug
With a fiery lips, awaking
My lonesome blood
Into whacking as I fell
Into her breath
With its natural scent
Like Venus, the god
Wrapped my lonely body
By sweet loving hand
That I felt like
Lolly candy
Wanting…
To be licked
By you, again and again
Categories:
whacking, husband, imagination, love, people, seasons, social, wife,
Form:
Free verse
Out on the heath hies a lady in white,
Riding a giant toad;
Who is that woman, luminescently bright,
Spurring her steed on the road?
West Country witch whom, legends recount,
Transformed her man with a spell:
Cuckolding lover, she made him her mount—
Unclad, she straddles him well.
Reptile croaking along on the path;
Lady, equestrienne witch,
Whacking his scaly skin with a lath,
Hopping each brook and broad ditch.
Categories:
whacking, fantasy
Form:
Verse
Fingers numb
Feet cold as ice
Frostbite envelopes me
Yet I swing away
Stopping for a moment I ponder
Shorten my breath, open my eyes to
Blinding truth, but I must go on
Whacking away like a raged savage
Whacking away like there in no tomorrow
The tree falls with dignity
Though this can’t be the end
My hatchet bleeds of remorse
But I must go on
For my family,
For my kids
For my pride
For my dignity
So I walk to the next tree
And I swing away
Categories:
whacking, nature,
Form:
Imagism