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Poem Details | by
Ken Duddle |
Categories:
funny,
Leaving your wallet at home
Is not a great idea.
Being short of money
Also means short on beer.
Poem Details | by
Clifford Villalon |
Categories:
family, friend, humorous, inspiration, joy,
All the while you're so pretty
Making everyone smile all in line
With you we stay all day plenty
Our hearts you strum like a guitar
We never asked any piece of you
All the while you're so pretty
Showing simple things that delight us
Blowing bubbles of laughter that relieve us
Each morning you come out like a clown
You always make us whole, not frown
All the while you're so pretty
Pretty in many ways, keeping us so jolly
Each night your brilliance never fades
In and out your goodbye never bades
Coming back and seeing us, making us all pretty
All the while you're so pretty
Poem Details | by
Donald Roddy |
Categories:
funny
WITH THE SUNLIGHT ON MY FACE,
WHLE WALKING DOWN THE ROAD,
AS I LOOKED DOWN I SAW HIM,
WHO WAS IT, MISTER TOAD.
HE LOOKED AT ME WITH SOULFUL EYES,
AND ASKED IF I WOULD CATCH HIM FLIES,
SO I DID BUT AS TIME WENT ON,
I LOOKED AROUND, THE FLIES WERE GONE.
HE SAID THANKS AND HOPPED AWAY,
I WILL SEEE YOU AGAIN ANOTHER DAY,
BUT THEN I HEARD AN AWFUL SPLAT,
THEN I SAW HIM OH SO FLAT.
A CAR WENT BY,
ON DOWN THE ROAD,
OH WELL,
SO MUCH FOR MISTER TOAD.
Poem Details | by
Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
care, friendship, funny love, girlfriend, love, wife, wisdom,
Whatever you do, don’t jinx it!
Don’t mess up something pointlessly!
If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it!
I’ve heard these words repeatedly.
I tend to over analyze--
(Whatever you do, don’t jinx it!)
Not a good thing, I realize.
She loves you. Don’t over-think it.
Her heart is tender. Don’t break it!
Even though this might sound sappy.
Whatever you do, don’t jinx it!
Do your best to keep her happy.
One day she might end up your wife;
If you break her heart, then fix it!
In case she’s the love of your life,
Whatever you do, don’t jinx it!
Poem Details | by
Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories:
beauty, grief, happy, humorous, sad,
Glory ran in my head
I was soon to take the lead
Made into the Queen
The one to rule behind the screen
Was suddenly thrust into the light
The limelight shining so bright
My seat was there, so shiny
It all made me so preppy
As I climed the stairs
I was all in tears
A lifetime of repairs
Rang in my own ears
When I froze, so stony
The announcer said sorry
A mistake it was, his own
My name thrown on the back lawn
I watched, as my seat was taken
By my contestant, so gladdened
No more to be the Queen
I was sure to turn mean!
Poem Details | by
Troy Gamble |
Categories:
funny
Thunder went off last night
It was in my house in fact
My sister and I were arguing
I was going to be attacked
We were arguing over the TV
To see who would get it first
I honestly don't know why
We both decided to burst
In the end, it was stupid
We could've worked it out
Now the TV’s taken away
Because we decided to pout
Poem Details | by
Hat Bueckert |
Categories:
funny, home,
This most peculiar man
Who did handstands in the pool
Always in the shallow end
In his speedo, to stay cool?
I've seen him dance in the street alone
This most peculiar man
Or out lying on the public grass
Working on his his tan.
But mostly I saw him by the water
His banana hammock donned.
This most peculiar man
Some of the neighbours, not too fond.
But every warm and sunny day
His feet rose above his hands
Waving about in his speedo again
This most peculiar man.
Poem Details | by
Josehf Murchison |
Categories:
childhood, culture, halloween, humorous, parody,
Acne Nightmare
Pizza face pizza face,
whatcha gonna do?
With a face like that,
just who could love you.
Pizza face pizza face,
where ya gonna run?
With a face like that,
you are just no fun.
Pizza face pizza face,
whatcha gonna say?
When the girls all run,
screaming all the way.
Pizza face pizza face,
whatcha gonna be?
With a face like that,
you cannot kiss me.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Poem Details | by
Margarita Lillico |
Categories:
humorous, weather,
(Weather Forecaster Threnody)
I know, I know, I’ve compromised
My high repute, to my demise.
I have been trashed and penalized
When forecasts don’t materialize.
You have put me down all along,
But am I not more right than wrong?!
That freezing rain followed by sleet,
Humidity with scorching heat.
Storms, floods, high winds, rain and what not...
Stayed safely in? Now you forgot?
I truly try so very hard
To warn and give you a head start.
Please be so kind, give me some slack
When weather whims blow out of whack.
But if you defy my patterns,
Brace yourself and see what happens!
March 7, 2022
Poem Details | by
Sam Keshavarz Amandi |
Categories:
baby, best friend, boyfriend, devotion, friend, funny love, true love,
In the galaxy of regret and longing,
A wish called smiling love.
Time passes, I have stretched out my hands
To restore the bond from separation.
Poem Details | by
Leila Knutson |
Categories:
high school, hilarious, middle school, repetition,
"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius)
In certain moments, less is more.
It's regarded as a cliche,
but when you think hard about it,
it is true in many cases.
I'm not thinking in terms of wealth-
in certain moments, less is more.
Imagine a boring topic,
now someone rambles on about-
tax refunds, software management-
a bacterial infection.
In certain moments, less is more.
It will benefit everyone.
Think back to middle and high school-
your math teacher talking about
their lunch, then algebra, then pens.
In certain moments, less is more.
Poem Details | by
Josehf Murchison |
Categories:
culture, food, funny,
CockaLeekie
I love my cockaleekie,
and if I could have my way.
I’d have my cockaleekie,
almost each and every day.
I love my cockaleekie,
and to it I will be true.
For in my cockaleekie,
only the best cocks will do.
I love my cockaleekie,
in the morning noon and night.
I want my cockaleekie,
with black prunes so sweet and bright.
I love my cockaleekie,
and if I could have my way.
I’d have my cockaleekie,
almost each and every day.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison