Short Wrangling Poems

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


Wrangling the Fringe

The actor sells derisive fears
to ferment bald lies in our ears.
It's clear that Glenn Beck
is more than just dreck,
there's dollar-signs behind those tears.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


American Girl

Bike riding, hair flying. Ball hitting, bases getting. Puppy wrangling, treats jangling. Tree climbing, perfect timing. It's my world— an American girl!
Form: Couplet

***** Trump Is Dangling

***** Trump Is Dangling

As usual ***** Trump again is dangling,
And several deals he  will be wrangling;
Deep in  debt;
Suitors upset;
Minds of many more has been mangling.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Pioneer Woman

Tough broads with long skirts moving out west,
circling wagons never getting any rest,
now I'm on tv,
wrangling up recipes,
plus sell house wares that are simply the best!




12-11-16
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Bull Riding Cowboy

bull riding cowboy
the fanciest belt buckle
not easily won

bull wrangling cowboy
the rodeo is in awe
his prowess legend

bull roping cowboy
the happy trophy winner
if he does not die
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Winter Widow Wordplay

whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Stages of the Same Bob

When he was Infant Bob 
Often had had to sob 
For a freely shared cob…

As Grown-Up Wrangling Bob
Angrily yanked off knob
After a half paid job… 

Now Climaxed Adult Bob
Would at friends spit a gob,
Each time he missed a mob
That folks attacked to rob,
The lot shutting their gob,
Since they’d dared forget Bob…

Same Bob at each level
His one guide: The Devil.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tit For Tat

The cat and the dog are wrangling
I see a paw hit the canine.
A row and now a tangling.
I put my bet on the feline.
My job is to see no mangling
and not one hit at all is fine.
The cat is now fandangoing
to put the big dog in line.

How did I get in the jumble?
I try to get out and I fumble.
Hit by the cat, I tumble.
Tit and tat is elemental.
I say to the cat, "be gentle"
It may be the dog is mental.

4/7, 16
Form: Sonnet

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace