Short Wobbling Poems

Short Wobbling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wobbling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wobbling by length and keyword.


Premium Member Weeping Waters

New jacket, new bike. Old man rode Wobbling unsteadily Straight into a pond, Frustrating the ducks.


Premium Member Fixed Ideas

You seek to fix the fluid form, to hammer home a wobbling line; But silver shards defy the norm, and leave a wall of weeping wine.
Form: Grook

Premium Member Early Voting

As I stood in the line looking neutral
Hoping my choice would be fruitful
I was knocked on my ass
By the bellowing gas
Of a wobbling sign with a snoot full
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Living Death Ascend

From the foots 
of the tall buildings
many living dead 
are coming up wobbling.

Stealthily,the living dead
are peeping inside
from the windows of the houses
of poor families.

Premium Member Respect the Office

Presidents should always honor the post Respect the office, a privilege not a boast The world is watching No time for wobbling Get off your horse, respect is uppermost
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Respect

Presidents should always honor the post Respect the office, a privilege not a boast The world is watching No time for wobbling Get off your horse, respect is uppermost
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Respect

Presidents should always honour the post Respect the office, a privilege not a boast The world is watching No time for wobbling Get off your horse, respect is uppermost
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Walk Like a Penguin

Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin Wobbling describes it, could be water retention All that being said More that I dread A load in my nighty causing hypertension
age
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Walk Like a Penguin

Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin Wobbling describes it, could be water retention All that being said More that I dread A load in my nighty causing much hypertension
age
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Walk Like a Penguin

Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin Wobbling describes it, could be water retention All that being said More that I dread A load in my nighty causing much hypertension
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Walking Like a Penguin

Since getting old, I now walk like a penguin Wobbling describes it, could be water retention All that being said More that I dread A load in my nighty causing much hypertension
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Moving Toward Stability

VERTIGO imbalance, dizzy wobbling, swirling, unsettling headache, ear bones, legs, kneecaps balancing, steadying, walking firmly, upright STABILITY
Form: Diamante

Premium Member When Love Reckons For a Second Time

As a silent thief
In the middle of the night 
Reckons sudden love
Wobbling existence meaning
With reciprocal spellbound













Example For When Love Reckons For A Second Time Contest
August 25, 2016
Form: Tanka

Premium Member What a Predicament

 
An ugly, wriggly worm got into his trousers, wiggling and crawling Reached a place he couldn't scratch, making him wobbling and howling
Jan.5. 2022 Your Best Rhyming#4 Poetry Contest Sponsor_ L Milton Hankins
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Farmer Giles

Poor old farmer Giles started hobbling As his painful piles were a wobbling When he sat down on ice The relief was so nice His tush is in need of remodelling Farmer Giles is Cockney rhyming slang for Piles or haemorrhoids. 31st May 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Time Factor

TIME FACTOR

                   Time is prime factor
                   Don’t waste on wobbling
                    Come haste with red rose
                     Time, if gone will go forever
                   So Dear, come close and propose.

    12/11/15
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Sleepwalk On Thunderstorm

Life wobbling in cacophony
Quietude niche deep within
State of 'I am' perceived
At the fork of enigma
Engagement with life you choose
Abysmal path of pain of being alone
Or golden trail of glory of blissful solitude
The wakeful sleepwalk on thunderstorm.

May 11, 2019

When the Journey Starts

When the journey starts 
I fold my old mat and go away
Wobbling through bushes of life
As Owl the prophet hoots at me 
And spear grass refuses to bow to me 
But I trek on steadily alone and far
Towards the shores of existence
Where there is only one route
Of entry, no exit

Haiku

Hanging bridge . . .
the pot water wobbling
on her hip

Autumn sky . . .
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf

In the aquarium
stillness of the goldfish . . .
autumn dusk

Kite sky . . .
the clamour of children
fading with it

Uphill walking . . .
she takes me into
winter clouds
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Rose of Love

Rose of Love


           Come with scarlet rose
           Dropping wobbling do propose.
          Now we are too close.
          Ardent ardour not to close.
          Love in poem not dull prose.


       02/09/22

    'Roses are red and Violets are blue'

Contest by Andrea Dietrich
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Life and Footwear

Booties on tiny feet
                                                           
Skipping in new white tennies

Wobbling in first high heels

Gliding in wedding slippers
                         
Chasing kids in sensible flats

Arthritic fingers and velcro straps

...   No shoes needed in the after- life

Premium Member Southern Comfort Beds

the goslings have shed ochre puffs
                 which are no longer in vogue
           they're wobbling toddlers now
    too big for the snappers' jaws
           they cannot fly at all- as of yet
                  but come fall they'll pierce icy skies
                       into warm southern comfort beds

Summer Belly

Summer Belly

First hot day of early Summer brings it out.
The snow white folds of fast food residue,
Overflowing the ill advised shorts.
It has to go somewhere so out it comes
Wobbling in the season’s first rays.
An avalanche of abdominal extra.
Last year’s top won’t fit this year’s model
But it’s fun to watch all the same

The Nervous Hippo

A hippopotamus walked the tight rope
Wobbling to and fro he did grope
To find some balance as he peered beneath
The spectators looked like ants in their seats

He tried to convince himself he was not afraid
He counted to ten and then he made
A deal with himself that he would not break
To never show off again and put his life at stake!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For Company At Dinner

Quiet flows at dawn the turbid river
Thu’ the trenched terrace of thicket
The morning mist of mystique aura
Rises from sunshine splashed water.

In wobbling water wades weary angler
The fishing line flung for the rare catch
Hopes a trick will emerge out of his hat
Hook a fish soon for company at dinner.

May 7, 2019
Photo chosen : # 3.

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