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Poem Details | by Jacob Cra |
Categories: kids, funny, teacher,

I Just Can't Stand Poetry

I just can't stand poetry!
It badly boggles my brain!
I'm supposed to learn to rhyme!
But uck! You think I'm not sane?

I just can't stand poetry!
With its assonance and stuff!
"These three fleas fly in the breeze,"
I have really had enough!

I just can't stand poetry!
With metaphors I am through!
I'm becoming quite outraged!
A beast I'm turning into!

I just can't stand poetry!
Using similes? The worst!
I think we both can agree,
it's like being in jail! But worse!

I just can't stand poetry!
Personification's dumb!
I think my head will explode!
BOOM! Oww... that wasn't so fun!

I just can't stand poetry!
But I HAVE TO preach it... Grr!
I wish I had not applied
To be an English teacher!


Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: animal, best friend, dog, humorous, love, pets, thanks,

Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14

Poem Details | by Michael F Lewis |
Categories: animals, funny,

The Double Wide

The eucalyptus sting that burns my nose
And eyes is not enough to mask the tide,
Of eloquent free speech and purple prose,
Delivered from armchairs set side by side.
Although they are so far, they sound so close,
For sounds like ghosts traverse double wide.

From sounds within and noise without my room,
I toss and turn and find I cannot hide,
And from below the stench of death’s perfume,
From some wild thing (or tame) that lately died,
With pier and beam and axles for a tomb,
The lucky beast escaped the double wide!

Michael F Lewis
04/01/09

Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: allusion, confusion, dedication, emotions, feelings, first love, funny, funny love, humorous, relationship, social,

A Boxcar Named Desire


No, we weren't a couple one expected. 
"What could she be thinking", one reflected. 
Yet we held an undefined attraction; 
Some subconscious neuron interaction. 

After weeks we gathered our composure 
Time to face my parents' first exposure. 
True, your looks were just a bit off kelter(sic). 
Poets often live at homeless shelters. 

Mother stiffened, held her throat, and gasped. 
Father never moved, in shock perhaps. 
Then we vowed to do what we must do. 
Freight trains leave at seven, ten and two.


Gene Bourne
03-19-14

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Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: food, funny,

The Joy of Spam

One day, a convict got away, and went out on the lam.
And on the sly, he did buy, his very own kitchen cam.
Wanting to glow, in a reality show, though not a ham.
This jailbird, much preferred, to star in the Joy of Spam.


For Rhyme Battle contest

Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: childhood, humorous,

Long In The Tooth

I went to the Dentist to pull a tooth
And patiently sat in the waiting booth.
All the kids stared at my giant bucktooth;
Needless to say they were very uncouth.

My Dentist, who only worked on us youth,
With all her might pulled out a real shark tooth.
Honest, I’m not fooling; I’ll show you proof.
It’s the size of a great whites’, that’s the truth.

When I was done, I thought it’d be a goof
To show it to my mom, whose name is Ruth.
And don’t you know it she went through the roof,
Just like when I called her, long in the tooth.


Poem Details | by Pang Xiong |
Categories: funny, passion, romance,

Dat lady

Inspired by shall I compare thee to a summers day (Sonnet 18)

Shall I meet thee on a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely than my usual mate.
Rough winds do shake your darling buds of May,
But summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of Helen shines,
And often the shade of my deception dims;
But Helen’s keenly watching sight declines,
By chance, or God’s allowance of my whims.

But thy infernal summer shall soon fade
And lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And death shall brag thou serv'est as his maid,
Thine face shall host eternal lines that grow’st
So long as man can breathe or eyes can see,
So shall fair maidens congregate to me. 

Poem Details | by Curtis Forsythe |
Categories: humor, satire,

Iambic Pentameter

The moderns say iambic verse is dead-
to be cool you must write freestyle instead.
Iambic pentameter in rhyming verse
is targeted now as the very worst.
Even the Bard could not write this today-
and not have some trash him to his dismay-
though all formal poems and rhythmic feet
the mods now consider as obsolete.
Iambic rhyming verse is trite they say
badly outdated and has had its day.
Made the butt of jokes and slanderous mirth-
pendulums swing, it will have a new birth.
But it’s not how packaged that makes it right
or that makes a poem clichéd and trite.
Because it’s content that determines this-
iambic rhyme, free style, or any other tryst

Poem Details | by Bill Lindsay |
Categories: feelings, funny love, passion, romantic,

Misconceptions

Alone, she sat quite still,
her gaze full fixed ahead.
Enrapt by visions fed,
scarce breathing e’er she will
disturb perceptions’ fill; quiescent as tho’ dead.

Into the room he crept,
his probing arm around
her body, no more bound,
so quickly was she swept.
As fingers so adept, respiring without sound.

Too soon was reached his goal;
TV remote control.


Poem Details | by Donald Meikle |
Categories: confusion, funny, on work and working, on writing and words, parody,

time gentlemen please

  What caused and made me try this cryptic voice
  Did I or did I not have any choice
  is Time so cruel to teasingly disgrace
  The weaponry I choose to seal my fate
  Silence is so easy to embrace and use
  I could yet stay a shy reclusive muse
  If not for this my desperate attempt
  at words of rhymed intention
  Alas Alack  this stolen  time
  I'd saved to spend
  in quiet contemplation

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny,

Meter

Meter, meter I am going to meet her
See her, see her, I am going to see her
Greet her, greet her, I am going to greet her
Treat her, treat her, I am going to treat her
Please her, please her, I am going to please her
Leave her, leave her, I am going to leave her
What kind of meter is this would you say?
I guess the fickled kind....

Poem Details | by Mariana pavlich |
Categories: animals, funny, people, pets, places, sea, seasons, sea, sea,

Windy Jade Green Sea Frenzy

Whooosh! Brrrrr...icy!..North wind in a steady gale blowing hard.

Whipping up the  green sea into a jade and white peaked frenzy.

The water turning to  an  ultramarine blue on  the misty  horizon
 
Dappled  clouds  echo a  scaly sea pattern in the lavender  sky .

The cool  Winter sun  shyly  peeking through  the cloudy canvas.

Walking with  the wind a woman with  a  whippet braces bravely.

Facing the salt spray and a wild sea  the wind carries her along.

Burnt sienna sponge corals daley with  red rubber spike corals

Empty crab shells crunched under moon crescent horse shoes 


Poem Details | by Ron Porter |
Categories: funny

Pretty Hair

Her eyes drip down scorn
Like pus from running sores
Every word edged and barbed
To rip and rend and tear
She lives to laugh at suffering
But oh she has such pretty hair

Poem Details | by Gene Garrett |
Categories: funny

Spectacles

      Spectacles

A blurry word is a pest, 
a missed meaning a chore.
But lost specks are best,
when never found ever more. 

And not spotted by my darling 
perched up high in my mane 
after an unrightously load roar
and a heaping pile of disdain.

Specs not found by my love 
sitting atop my fuzzy head
is a gift from the heights above
That I pray for instead.

Poem Details | by Frank Cravein |
Categories: funny

Boredom

Lazy is as lazy does
we all fight and die because
we're lazy people all the way
so get off the stupid couch today

Be like Gerad and lose some weight
eat low fat and stop the hate
do your laundry, mow the grass
or I'll come and kick your ... butt!!!

Poem Details | by Frank Cravein |
Categories: funny

just beneath the clothing

One whole in the top and two in the other,
Always given by your mother.
Silk or cotton, you’ll never know,
Yet you’ll never want to show.

They can be warm or breezy free,
High on your thigh or down to your knee.
Wear them inside or by the dock sirs,
You guessed it right, they are your boxers.

Poem Details | by Sarah Cassleman |
Categories: fantasy, funny

Three Wishes

If you rub my lamp,
You might get a cramp.
Three wishes I give you,
Nothing like voodoo.
First wish,
just not a fish.
Second way,
Nothing to betray.
Third is a charm,
But not to disarm.
The way these work,
I'm not a clerk.
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
Since when is a genie blue?

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humor, poetry,

OMG--Iambic Pentameter

How can I write one? Syllablistic seizures crouch in dark corners.

Poem Details | by Asif Andalib |
Categories: children, funny, science, uplifting

Techno Boy

Sing: Techno Boy! Techno Boy! Techno Boy!
He only creates and doesn’t destroy!
Here comes the super-truper Techno Boy!

Sing: Techno Boy! Techno Boy! Techno Boy!
All gadgets and sci-fi things are his toy!
Here comes the super-truper Techno Boy!

Sing: Techno Boy! Techno Boy! Techno Boy!
The smiley face who gives people only joy! 
Here comes the super-truper Techno Boy!

Poem Details | by Sarah Cassleman |
Categories: funny

Deception

Deception stuck Just my luck. Money I still ponder And yet I will wonder. Something seems phony But it's not the alimony. What alimony? Was his testimony.

Poem Details | by Donald Meikle |
Categories: funny, parody, passion, people,

Shaken Unstirred

A twice a two ton quantity to strain
Of qualities of mercy self contained
It rested somewhat royally for years
Enthroned in hearty comfiture of tears
A tribute to  the reigning god above
In shards of unrequited love
Blest twice or thrice or was it four
Before it spilt onto  the floor
A flood of rhyme in timely spacing words
Bursting at the seams on wasted nerds
Who spend their lives in endless recitation
Finding meaning so demeaning
Without any hesitation
And finding as they wallow 
It gets ever hard to swallow
Why Lawd o’mercy me
It’s so absurd 

Poem Details | by Curtis Forsythe |
Categories: angst, humor,

Murphy and His Law

Murphy and His Law

Murphy’s Law, one might recall
expressed in simplest form-
states if failure is possible to befall-
it eventually will and that’s the norm.

I have personally tested Murphy’s Law-
so to this much I can stipulate-
it has to be responsible for all,
more so even than simply fate.

For me it seems change is inevitable-
except from a vending machine-
and either/or choices turn out regrettable-
although the odds to be right are even. 

As for Murphy’s Law I can see no reason
why it was passed or is even needed-
so I am thinking maybe to start a petition-
demanding the damned thing be repealed.