Short Wipe Out Poems

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Premium Member The Pen Versus the Sword

The incorrect usage of tense
And phrases of total nonsense
Wipe out brain status
With more apparatus
Than the Department of Defense
Form: Limerick


Snow Flakes

snow falls delicately
from the heavens above
to wipe out the glooms
to illuminate the heart
millions of snow flakes 
making millions smiles

Mum's the Word

Her napkins were set in a row
Each designed to go with the flow
But one bloody spot
Could wipe out the lot
As to why - you don't need to know!
Form: Limerick

Covid-19 Prayer

The Lord has sent COVID-19
To wipe out the filth and un-clean
But I've had "The Bath"
So please check Your math
To ensure You harvest the Mean!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member avoiding a drain nightmare

About toilet paper guests swipe
The staff at hotels have a gripe
They say steal it not
But buy one-ply Scott
Which won’t wipe out home’s sewage pipe
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Alternative

If you can't become a creative pencil
write poem of my joy and happiness,
be an eraser of consolation
wipe out scribble of my sorrow and pain.

May 11, 2019

Premium Member GETTING READY IN NATURE

GETTING READY IN NATURE

Lions shaking all off…
Elephants self showering…
Snakes changing their skins…
Human nature needs cleaning…
Time to wipe out injustice…
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Summer Picnics Interrupted


Our picnic food draws pesky flies.
We each grab a swatter and rise
   to wipe out those devils,
   but those crafty rebels
escape. Then we don’t feel so wise.
Form: Limerick

Wipe Out

I wish I could erase  some of my past
Make a bigger and brighter future fast
Erase the pain and become whole
Erase the rain and the snow
Erase those days I felt like an ass


FOR ERASER CONTEST
Form: Limerick

My Eternal Journey

I want to fly high
To reach up the cloud
To stay there still
To capture the peace
To kick out all my roots
To be an ocean of silence
To get new sunshine
To wipe out my address
To be nameless
To meet the end
Form:

Defcon Zero

Nuclear Poetry,
  a single bomb drops

To wipe out the hate,
  to reset the clock

A megaton scream,
  its verse burns alive

The plague of excuses,
—deception and lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Form: Rhyme

The Clouds As I See It

White clouds above
If not wipe out
Soon turn to black.

Clouds protect us
From to much sun
Require us rain.

Can't see the peak
Can't see the trees
Clouds cover them.

Clouds has level
God gives them role
Accordingly.
Form: Than-Bauk

Will You Marry Me?

That day will surely come 
When I try once in for all
Ill put my hand upon my heart
And silently place you there
Ill wipe out my tears
Ill erase my fears
Ill fly across the sea
Even the answer will be No
Ill get down on my knees and
Ask you to marry me.
Form:

Premium Member Cowardly Beatdown of Sunflowers

As Russians choose to wipe out lives -
Putin plays at god with a coward’s soul.

           Quote by Poet

COWARDLY BEATDOWN OF SUNFLOWERS

marvel at suff’ring
yellow is new red
pushpin set in Spring
abhorrent with dread

3/22/2022
Form: Jueju

Adolf's Son

Light
eluded in order to maintain the skin white 

by darkness
has crafted
the character

flexed arms of
legacy bestowed Cross
have wipe out
everything
that didn't want to become a reason for hate

but, God adores equilibrium
that's why he created queers.

13 Years

I am 13 years late
Can't do much about that
Its fate
But tell me one thing 
Can he make your heart sing
Can he write poetry's for you
Is he the man who can make you shiver in joy
Can he love you like there is no tomorrow
Can he wipe out your tears
Can he erase all your sorrows
Form:

Be 1

1 tree can start a forest...

1 smile can begin a friendship...

1 star can guide a ship at sea...

1 word can frame a goal...

1 candle can wipe out darkness...

1 touch can show you care...

1 life can make a difference.

So, Why not be that 1?

           TK<><

A Happy Clown To My Child

Nothing has felt softer on my face
Like a fresh breeze with tenderness
She swings her small fragile arms
Slaps my face with soft palms
She blossoms with a teething smile
Giggling at me to make a screeching cry
I speak gibberish to keep her wowed
A clown to wipe out the frown on my child

Honour

Honour is such an intangible thing
That to some people will ring
Down the years in history made
Recounted again in escapades

For wars and battles are fought hard
With many losing in their final yard
But in the end what do you win
Except to wipe out perceived sin.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

Premium Member ALONE IN A CROWD

When you reach the youth of old age,
Don't let actions go inactive.
Though life's compact, take space for you.
Repent not; repair, if you can
Face all !But don't deface your smile
Stop blaming but start accepting
Age is a number; keep engaged
Mix up and wipe out loneliness.

Place: 3rd
Form: Other

A Bunch of Light

One bright night
He sets her dream free
Wake up
That's me
I picked sovereign light
For you 
Wash your ache away
Wipe out your pain
Put a smile on
Dress in white.
I picked a beaming light
For you 
Turn on the beats of your heart
Love loud
My light for you
Will always
Let you
Brighten.

I'M Counting On Me

I’m counting on me

I’m counting on me
To change my life
To make things better
To wipe out the strife

It’s no simple task
There’ve been many seasons
When spring turns to winter
And freezes my reasons

The challenge is great
I know it takes stride
The path to knowing
Is found deep inside
Form: Sonnet

We R Praying For Them

palings of a stockade
looking out for death
dislocation of aggression
under estimating the brutality
of wars we cry helpless
majority of democracy
brainwashed by the cruel
minority clamouring for
power to wipe out the
security of thoughts
we are praying for 
them now here
on three legs
fasting
Form:

Premium Member The Curl Is Closing

The Curl is Closing – Visual 1
6/9/2015

The curl is closing overhead,
I press to move the board along.
The shark is closing to my dread.
The curl is closing overhead,
maybe the shark has just been fed,
must not wipe out I could be wrong.
The curl is closing overhead,
I press to move the board along
Form: Triolet

Surfing

We wobble, driven, over the edge of browsing surfboards. The ‘Beachboys’ haunt us as we slide toward the rocky domains of look-at-me blogs, or commercial choked pages. It’s okay, ride-on you wipe-out wizards, we are all just Peter Pans surfing with all the other lost girls and boys.

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