Verbs Poems - Poems about Verbs

Two Small Verbs/Nouns Love and hate, two peas in a pod. Two words so alike yet not alike. Both filled with passion, evoking strong feelings. We act on them, or not, each in our own way. Both, the opposite end of an emotional spectrum. They are the root and evolve into other verbs or nouns. Two peas in a pod, so similar yet so different. They both lie deep within...

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Written by Gail Debole November 26, 2024 Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town. English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down. "Being an adult" is now one word. We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard? So I guess the next noun to be "verbed" Is that a child is "childing" or is that absurd? All languages evolve through the...

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verbs stacked themselves against a cabinet each ready to jump into the story influencing the writer in subtle ways flitting and flying sent a butterfly they were snapped up and used jumping sent a kangaroo and a frog croaking was thrilled to see these ideas he had not been able to come up with anything starving knew she did not have a chance...

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verbs pranced across my mind gardening, wiggling, giggling, slipping, sliding jiggling, and sometimes sledding jumping, jousting, boasting, ghosting they were too fast to catch but I ran after them, trying my best...

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Stripped of verbs last night i slept with myself i hugged and kissed before sleep. In the middle of the night I was pushing myself off the bed, There was no room and I wanted to step aside. From my body, letters flowed, I tried to squeeze my breasts so that somehow I wouldn't lose, The words I would whisper to myself...

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VERB FIND... the verb find is not think...! What do you think milking the cow? i find milk......

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We write the letters that formulate words ; We save them together they make poems ; We read them aloud poetry slam; Write on-Write-on-Write on wham! LETTERS and words; Rhymes and verbs; 3/13/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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My heart bleeds words which take the form of poetry – by poet There is grace in the nouns Freedom in the verbs There is music in the prose Whispers of light in the poem There is hope in the thoughts ...

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the year ends auld lang syne my dears.. into eternity...

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She went into apocalyptic shock. What is that? I do not know, but it sounds catamorphic to me. I smile at my aunt, who knows everything. Always has, always will. And that means? It means a psycholometergist was called in. Really? It sounds more like a medical condition to me. Where did you get your degree? Online? Talking to her is a treat. She...

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MY LIFE IN VERBS by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating, Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being. Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting, Complying. Enrolling, Attending, Learning, Reading, Writing, Socializing, Growing, Formulating, Postulating, Rejecting, Rebelling, Calming, Weighing, Accepting, Working, Earning, Idling. Enlisting, Training, Deploying,...

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Always use a verb Over a noun…better yet… Use an adjective! ...

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HARVEST OF VERBS storing. ...

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Savez vous planter les choux A la mode de chez nous? (French nursery rhyme) You should eat your cabbage up my son It's really quite delicious May I forego the pleasure Ma To me it is pernicious But it must be good for you my dear With vitamins A,B and C I would eat it if I could mama But it stinks like...

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When we are walking… and we’re stepping on a spiky ground, Walk lightly without looking down or turning around; Ahead of us always awaits the finest sand where we can lay down and laze in the sun. When we are climbing… and we’re going to climb a scree, Dodge those stones that roll down on us freely; And if we feel disdain...

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