Short Youre Poems
Short Youre Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Youre by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Youre by length and keyword.
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if for noone els
to live see your ne born
it get better as time go on
YOUR
SAFER BEING
HOME ALONE
I have filled my mind with things unreal
and my heart with affections unsafe.
I can’t help but smile when I see your face.
You’re killing me with each and every embrace.
Hope You’re Hungry
By: Tom Wright
3/27/2006
Ask, hint, suggest, but never use force or threaten.
Using force with me, always summons resistance,
So like a good scout, be prepared,
To eat what you plate.
You’re Laughing Alone
By
Tom Wright
My friends all told me that I was witty,
So from Haskell I headed for the city.
First, a comedy club floor,
Then out the back door,
For my monologue I received only pity.
Hey Dude,
You’re A Human Lightening Rod
By: Tom Wright
2005
You’ve Studs in your eyebrows, a spike in your hair
Your tongue is pierced causing me to stare.
You resemble a lampshade but give me no fear
At the first sound of thunder, I’m out of here.
Now they’re gone
What do you miss
It’s all done now
No going back
Do you still
Talk to them
And wonder why
It had to end
Do you wonder
What they would say
If they saw you now
Older than yesterday
What’s your memory
Of them now
Is it their smile
When they saw you
I suppose I’ll find out
One day.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Grow Where You’re Planted
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Leaves displaying the colors,
Of a painter’s palette,
Came gyrating,
Aimlessly toward the ground;
While raking, I mused,
If I lived in the desert,
There’d be no leaves beneath my feet.
Then upon intellection,
Nor trees to provide me shade,
From the desert’s scorching heat;
You’re Secret is Safe
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
None know the secrets of our Grandfather clock
It stands mostly quiet, in its niche,
In our great room;
As if camouflaged, it observes all goings on,
While eavesdropping on every conversation;
It never betrays any secrets, and most times,
Won’t give you the time of day,
And be truthful about it.
Meercat was invited to a field one day
He had never been to one, so he said “hooray!”
The field was yellow, with lots of happy heads.
What are these flowers called? He asked the river beds.
The river beds laughed. But answered not.
They are sunflowers yelled a hillbilly from a cot.
You are in Kansas now, so you’d better get used to yellow.
Meercat felt spectacular next to them, a really dapper fellow.
Soft as the wind,
his touch I feel,
when he's away, still so real.
Like a song I should sing,
unburden my heart,
keepsakes my baby,
never too far.
A rose, it shall whisper,
his words,
lullaby,
keep talking, I hear it,
so soft and so shy.
The breath of my love,
I take in so deep,
a soul that is tender,
and never to keep.
Embracing a memory,
before it should fade,
be real my baby,
just for today.
Form:
You’re the rain who drowns everyone out
The crack from the sky that’s what your all about
The dark cloud that hangs over our head
The hurricane that looms but is easily read
A raging cyclone a blinding squall
A gust that can know down anyone’s wall
A twister of fate and hailing whirlwind
The downpour of rage that you can never rescind
I hear the rumblings of thunder from a far
I know you’re a bad storm that’s who you really are
At first you’re here, now you’re not here.
You’re on a time schedule, I see you every so and so.
Its the same reoccurring, non-assuring facade of
emotion; logic’s evil twin wrapped in sugar whispering sweet
nothings.
All the while stirring up episodic dreams:
When it is good, time is ignored.
When it is bad, time is watched.
Acceptance sets in.
Just as quick as it came, fate claims
its name again. And the good and bad become olden times.
I hit rewind
At first you’re here