Short Wobbles Poems
Short Wobbles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wobbles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wobbles by length and keyword.
Love is golden
And so are the flits of the flutes
Long wobbles and short darts
Together tell a story
I cannot put into words
I'm a singularity--
no force wobbles me.
Above and below,
in fact, everywhere I go,
the void is sprinkled with dust:
mystery demands vast trust.
white wing wobbles fast
on windowpane it bumps
childhood dreams take flight
There is a young lady named Kelly,
With a rather large butt and belly,
When she does striptease,
She wobbles with ease,
After eating two gallons of jelly.
Love
Is a puppy
chases a rubber ball
baby puppy kissing by licking
he's so cute when he runs and wobbles
7/31/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
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moonlit windowpane~
my reflection blurs
with falling rain.
empty teacup spins,
wobbles, stops~
silence loud enough
to echo.
Cool dry breeze blowing
crinkled leaves turn vibrant hues
cedar boughs heavy
Hoo-hoo-hoo mourning
dove, wobbles by window sill
grain seeds most desired
submitted for Images of fall contest
I have watched the ocean beneath speckled sky;
An infinite expanse that wobbles and turns.
Seen seagulls in gyrating motion flying high,
when in whirling eddies and currents, water churns
The haystack yields more than just giggles
It shakes first then wobbles and wiggles
A month has now gone by
Can someone tell me why
She now craves ice cream with dill pickles
© Oct 14 2010 For PD's Limerick contest
An ox can pull a weighted cart daily.
With mirrored force, I grapple to lift my right leg.
A toddler wobbles in his first steps,
but struggling, we inevitably became able to walk.
Hugging the wall, like a child in the deep pool, I rise up.
SPILLING SECRETS
the silver bullets...
a laugh from Harker’s friend
...Dracula’s raw steak
drains upon his plate...
handsome piece of meat...not pale
...centered fork wobbles
Harker drops his glass...
the smoking gun smiles
...ammunition spills
5/2/2018
Once he ran, a younger man, now he hobbles
Once he walked, cheerfully talked, now he wobbles
Once he laughed, a breezy updraft, now he cries
Once he hoped, with the future eloped, now he sighs
Once he looked forward
~ Now he looks toward
The day when he can die
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Tiny carapace scavenger—borrowed home wobbles
across tidal gossip, the ocean's leftover breath.
One claw dips into a vanishing puddle, testing
the myth of endless retreat. The tide writes,
then rewrites, its invitation in evening sand.
I carry supple heart,
Thy name engraved on it;
Heart when pulsates,
Vibrates thy name;
Whispers love and love,
Always love;
Thine exhilaration so egregious,
Coerces me to swoon;
My gait wobbles in ecstatic state,
Fumbles thy arms to hold;
My heart is supple,
Always seek thy chum;
© sadashivan nair
There is a question mark behind planet X
and the sun seems to be returning to cosmic sperm.
I am reading my eyes in a public library mirror
looking for stars in those black holes.
Jupiter has shrunk to the size of a dime;
the engraved mirror needs cleaning,
the whole solar system wobbles as people pass-by.
a bobble hat fellow rumbles along
sharp turns behind me - hello -
but reaches up to the wall
grabs an apple 80 percent intact
and hobbles away again
a few seconds later he's back again
turns behind me, bends low
and picks up the soggy, abandoned
box of donuts
two inside remaining
successful mission
he wobbles away
The flute plays low
Dum, dum, de, de
Organ joints the tune
Dum, dum, de, de
Clarinet delights the ear
Dum, dum, de, de
Baby elephant wobbles
Not graceful now
High piccolo shrill gay
Dum, dum, de, de
Trombone show the way
Woddle of baby elephant
Dum, dum, de, de
Dum, dum, de, de
Dum, dum, de, de
Dum, dum, de, de
I know a little tabby cat
her fluffy tummy slightly fat
She wobbles as she jogs along
I worry, is there something wrong
My worries are now put aside
that tabby cat now lies with pride
amongst her little kittens nine
all asleep in one long line
Contest : Cat Tails
10th place
Contest : my Best pet or animal poem
10th place
When all the marbles leave the bag
Fret not, weekend wrangler,
For the beat of your heart
Wobbles the very Earth
This your wounded year
With waves calling from pier to pier
Rise, rise your gutless cheer!
Fear not the flashing spheres
Running over shadow-patched cracks
Gleaming with the glory of unkept dreams
Sending shockwaves through Heartlands.
Once I took a jellyfish
To visit a chiropodist
The doctor had a tinker with his toes
The doctor went around the bend
And all his hair stood up on end
And now he’s got a flashing orange nose
So never take a jellyfish
To visit a chiropodist
I for one won’t do that anymore
But if you take a jellyfish
To visit a chiropodist
Please be sure it’s not a Man ’o War
How does life go?
Does it go straight ahead?
Full throttle? Ever onward and
upward? All systems go
all of the time? For some it may
But not for me
~ That's not the way
I say that life zigs and zags
that it wiggles and wobbles
and waddles. It goes up;
it comes down. It spins
around; it cries and falls down
~ It gets up again too
The hot summer sun burns
But nowhere can I hide
My path has no respite
Finally a small wood
I rest in shaded glade
And take a while to cool
Looking ever on
I see the heat haze,
Baked by long hot days
The footpath wobbles
But this is my route
Time waits no more
Forced I move on
I must reach my
Destination
So I walk
Just keep on
I endure
The hot
Summer
Sun
I sit entranced
as the shadows danced
…around me
I left the Buddha
outside in the falling snow
…I gave him my hat
The tree tilts
The snowman wobbles
….the wind laughs
The neighbor’s dog
Peed on our snowman
I told the kids
…“he’s not potty trained.”
I wonder
If Santa likes
Sugar, lactose and gluten free
…COOKIES?????
John G. Lawless
©12/5/2022
Form:
Gracefully she wobbles up the tree with wild ambitions nobody understands.
Still she carries on relentless and holds her head up high.
the caterpillar's
fuzzy dream to be
a ballerina
AP: 1st place 2020
She breathes in, deep
the crisp October air
to fill her little lungs,
as day dips in the distance.
Leaves tremble and they fall
from trees onto the path.
She grows before my eyes,
deciding she’ll not follow.
Shedding extra wheels,
she wobbles into balance,
and soars on tires of two
across an autumn canvas.
Hours slip away with sun;
a watching moon appears.
She rides across the stars
upon a brand-new cycle.