Short Whelp Poems
Short Whelp Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whelp by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whelp by length and keyword.
Throbbing
Thunderous dark swarms
Cold stinging hail feels like thorns
Whelp like bee sting forms
By Robb A. Kopp...
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Categories:
whelp, nature
Form:
Haiku
Lee and Her Assistant
Lee marginalized her assistant’s help.
Just a beginner, a bit of a whelp.
The assistant is queen.
Admired and seen.
And Lee’s at the fish market, selling kelp....
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Categories:
whelp, 10th grade, 11th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form:
Rhyme
Peace and God
Thought that playing God was good
Until my life I misunderstood!
Ask yourself where to go now
Beats freting and having a cow!
Reach out to God; ask for help
Or else just be like a whelp
Start to care about true love
It only comes from above!...
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Categories:
whelp, faith, life
Form:
Couplet
I Need To Reach That Phone
I need to reach that phone box pleaded a girl at the station.
Many adults walked around her, but no one offered help.
Along came a little boy, a rascal, a neighbor, not a friend, a whelp.
He immediately became her stepstool without a second’s hesitation....
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Categories:
whelp, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Hounded By Fleas
There was once a young hound 'hounded' by fleas,
As countless as the stars in Pleiades!
He was one dismal young whelp,
And he barked with a loud yelp:
"Won't someone scratch this mutt's hide if you please!"
Entry for Charles Messina's "Any Animal or Creature Limerick" Contest...
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Categories:
whelp, dog, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Wait
The word wait is a weighty one.
Whichever way one wants to wish,
Wait is a whimsical whelp.
A wait for which one waits
works wonders without waning one's weight.
Why? Waiting whisks waiter's whole weight.
Wait for...wait on...wait with...wait by...
"Wait a sec"! What we want waits for no one.
One wonders, "Why"?
Only one word wins......."WOW"...
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Categories:
whelp, confusion, fun, imagination, nonsense,
Form:
Alliteration
The December
nighty of the winter
the December
wears darkly in coolness
with white sprite
the cool December’s night
calls me cordially
crystal icicle
makes a thorny fears
with owls freaking sound
whining, whining
the lovely whelp of tigress
on the snowy wall scenery
after a while
i discover myself before hearth
its December, needs warming up
-December 14, 2018 Chattogram...
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Categories:
whelp, cool, december,
Form:
Free verse
The 6 Mantras In 3 Verses
Darling, I'm here for you
This Mantra is true
Darling, I know that you're there & I am very happy
It sticks like glue
Darling, I know you suffer
Sometimes it's getting rougher and tougher
Darling, I suffer, please help
I'll take care of you as a whelp
This is a happy moment
I'm permanently obedient patient
Darling, you're partly right
I love your light
The 6 Mantras in 3 Verses...
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Categories:
whelp, beautiful, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Don,T Call Him That!
Did yer mammy ever say"dont call him or her, that?
whenever ye,v called someone, "dim!"or"a prat!?
Well i called my theiving brother a monkey!an got skelpt!
and told that he was to be considered as a whelp!(a puppy dog)
So now he is out on parole from the local dogs home.
He,s just been detoxing like a fool foaming on the phone.
Help me mammy!was all he cried and barked and pled.
she should have skelpt the monkey then fed him water and bread!...
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Categories:
whelp, adventure
Form:
Limerick
Confusion Is An Illusion
What is confusion
Is it like the art of illusion
Everything that goes on in your head
Or when you try to sleep in your bed
People say they will help
But when they try they all say whelp
They think they helped make us glad
But all they do is make us sad
They think they lend a hand
But they make it harder to understand
We give them props because they try
But they don’t know how to help us inside
Confusion is like an illusion
We simply don’t know what our mind is doin...
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Categories:
whelp, allusion, deep, how i feel, sad, simple,
Form:
Rhyme
My Dear Friends Kept Me Alive
A one and a two and a three four five.
I was dead, now I’m more than half alive.
I had given up; I had lost my jive.
I was hopeless, helpless, self-magnified.
I picked myself up with my dear friends help.
They believed in me, dug me out of kelp.
They rinsed me off. I was a sorry whelp.
I screamed a bit after the initial yelp.
If they had not believed I could
It would have been hard, it truly would.
They surrounded me as saviors should
Full of spiritual caring and lots of good....
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Categories:
whelp, friend, friendship, friendship love,
Form:
Rhyme