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Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,

Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: angst, culture, freedom, funny, introspection, judgement,

What Fools

"You shall know the Truth, and the Truth
Shall make you free."


We wait for what will never happen;
the consequences of inaction
may overtake at any moment.
Vaguely felt suspicions foment,
feed uneasiness; words half-formed
hang in air, hover just out of reach,
didactic, but never really heard --
misunderstood, despised, ignored,
or ridiculed...One must not preach!
But harken back to days of yore:
attend, and hear repeated,
as before, and yet once more:
"What fools these mortals be!"
How perfectly descriptive -- of me!

Poem Details | by Jackson LaBaugh |
Categories: age, arabic, assonance, beach, bird, giggle, judgement,

Haiku for the Color Red

As heat bursts around,
silence lets me ponder on,
where I left my phone.

Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: humor, judgement,

Ya Shoulda Read the Fine Print, Bubba


I see that Bubba’s so forlorn.
He’s too depressed to talk today. 
Two months in a full-body cast	
can keep one’s cheerfulness at bay. 

He donned his super hero suit 
and took a header off the roof
(two-story!) Nothing broke his fall.
He lies now, silent and aloof.

He’d failed to read the tiny print:
“This suit can’t really make you fly.”
If he weren’t forty-five years old,
I’d feel compassion—even cry.


Date Written: January 29, 2018

Contest Title: Shoulda Read the Fine Print-2

Sponsor: John Lawless

Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: fun, humor, judgement, metaphor, poetry,

Poetic Justice

I landed in Poet's Court
Caught me speeding in my Sonnet
They judged it a rhyme crime
According to the officer's pentometer
I was doing 50 in a 25 word zone
I'm pleading for comma relief
Hoping to be released to free verse
Under supervision of course
Fortunately there's no sentencing in poetry
Maybe they'll just revoke my poetic license

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 8th grade, funny, hilarious, humorous, judgement, write, writing,

Throwing Stones

Our distant cousin murders the English language every single time she trills.
WOYt is white, and Blah is black, and her long A’s can barely maneuver these hills.
AmbyEance means ambulance, and her R’s are a pure musician’s nemesis.  
Uh-oh, here she comes, hiding behind a language couple, and she’s fully dressed.
Has she seen us? This cousin who has no idea that she’s a murderess through and through?
Oh, hi darling. We’d invite you to stay, but there’s only room in this restaurant for me and him, and these other two. 


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: dance, funny, judgement, voice,

ALL PIRATES NOT CREATED EQUAL



Type casting Pirates of Penzance
Lining up those who’ll sing and dance
Some aced the illusion
Others beyond delusion
Laughing so hard I wet my pants 



AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on April 8, 2019, for contest PIRATE THEMED LIMERICK sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN  -  RANKED 4TH

Poem Details | by Nick Trim |
Categories: dream, grief, humorous, judgement, life, loss, rude,

I Dream My Thingy Falls Off

I have these dreams they sees to mock 
my organ rhyming this line falls off 

so I’ll pick it up in me hand and carry it around 
nothing unusual there where it’s normally found 

I’ll be trying to put it back on but it won’t attach 
My organs gone I just collapse  

I look down at me loss and it’s back there
but not as long or fat to be fair 
 
and I start stressing cus I’m less impressing 
to then wake up checking my blessing, 

but I think I hate the fact I’m stuck with a small one 
moreso than the moment it was all gone!

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: angst, change, giggle, happy, how i feel, humorous, journey, judgement, life, philosophy, self, simple, success, truth, wisdom,

A Better Way

There must have been a better way.
There's just no way around it.
Family and friends kept saying so;
But, somehow, I've never found it.

Honestly, I really never looked,
Thought life was treating me well;
But to hear those folks tell it,
My life's a living Hell

Always fraught with bad decisions...
In their opinions, I should say.
I'm sure they all wonder how
I make it through each day.

They could by right, I guess;
Although I must say,
If they were all as happy as I,
They would think they'd found a better way.

Poem Details | by Volodymyr Knyr |
Categories: humorous, judgement,

An oral law

A law is oral, 
when it's on moral.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: age, angst, feelings, humor, irony, judgement, psychological,

Dissing Disney: dismal karma sonnet

(a true story)

“Don’t make me go to Disneyland,” I cried
Fourteen years old with all the angst that brings
They made me go and something in me died
Depressed by all the fake and plastic things
The second time my parents made me go
Was in my twenties, Paris, lucky me
I sulked; I’m an aesthetic snob, you know
Too selfish to enjoy my children’s glee
The third time was the worst, the fuss I made
At thirty odd, made odder still by drink
I tried to run, got caught in a parade
The final Mickey piss take; now I think
I want to go to Dismaland! Bad luck
For can I get a ticket?  Can I f**k!

by Gail


 
















Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: corruption, culture, humorous, judgement, murder, political, religion,

Ghost Gun

        Ghost Gun

Officer Smart from Oxymoron
Was called to school one day
Johnny pee pants raised his hands
He was about to pray
Teacher yelled, “He’s got a gun!”
The cop shot Johnny dead
….Then read him his rights….
Years were spent on investigations 
In hopes of finding a clue
The judge had called it a “Suicide”
Nothing else is new
Society went along for the ride
Thank goodness only one child died
Officer Smart from Oxymoron
Still searches the school today
Preventing crimes and looking for fingers 
Loaded and ready to fire
A lesson can be learned from this
That is, where not to pray
Do it in church
Or else you’ll be cursed
By the guns of the Holy Ghost ire

Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: animal, humorous, judgement,

Judge's Disclaimer

My friend, the judge, made this disclaimer
Since she worked with beasts, who could blame her
“In there it’s too rough
So I’ve had enough.
I’m done being a ly’in tamer!”


Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: analogy, how i feel, humor, judgement, philosophy, word play,

fear no evil

see no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
fear no evil

Poem Details | by Veronica Aicher |
Categories: feelings, humorous, judgement,

My Wheelchair

I sit in a wheelchair every single day
I've learned to accept it because it has to be that way
There are people here that walk and criticize people like me
If they would only stop for one second
Then maybe they would see
That we are no different and would like to keep our dignity
Instead of criticizing your fellow woman or man
Show a little compassion and try to understand
For God only knows that someday they may be
In that dreaded wheelchair, exactly like me


Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: beautiful, funny, judgement, political,

Ode to Bobby Pickett

They did the mash—they did the monster mash
In a field—in a field of trash
Republicans ain’t cool
Stink like a graveyard ghoul
One sick group—that we need to smash
 

Author's note:  The limerick above can be recited to the rhythm of the Pickett hit song. I am supporting Bernie Sanders and hope he picks Elizabeth Warren for a running mate.  The rest are fiends and zombies!  This is not a joke.

Poem Details | by Christina Jewell |
Categories: humor, judgement, poverty,

A Hobo's Day

Shall I compare thee to a hobo's day?
Thou art more lonely and more desperate.
Rough winds do shake your cardboard box in May,
Your condo's lease had all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eyes of people shine,
And often are their coins so worthless still;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
To give up such a precious dollar bill. 

But thy eternal poverty shall fade
You’ll lose possession of your alley home;
No death shall brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
Nor will you ever once be forced to roam, 

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
A homeless shelter shall give life to thee.

Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: funny, humor, judgement, urban, words,

Now You Are The Judge In The Bench Tainter Case

Not saying this man was a saint
When benches let’s just say he’d taint
Imagine instead
What went through his head
When signs clearly said to wet paint

Poem Details | by BL DEVNATH |
Categories: fashion, feelings, humorous, judgement, self,

OTHER'S EYES READ SELF





                                    dress’s hidden language 
                              dresser’s sense depicts from style
                                     other's eyes read self  

Poem Details | by Laura Dodd |
Categories: addiction, anger, fun, humor, identity, judgement, truth,

Insomnia

I love to drink coffee 
And smoke cigarettes. 
Deep into the night 
Without fear or regret
I'll sip and I'll puff 
And I'll try to forget 
All those times I felt guilty for hours I spent 
Drinking my java and smoking the rent. 
'Course I'm not condoning a life 
Lived like mine 
Ignoring all instincts, enjoying all wine 
But I'll go down fighting before I will say
That nights are for sleeping 
And coffee's for day
And I know tobacco's a curse, aint it true? 
But it’s my health I'm wrecking,
It’s me 
It aint you.

Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: art, humor, imagery, judgement, life, music, urban,

Second Chance

O, Judges...

Don't be too hasty in showing me the door;
I know it feels as though I'm a bore.

So many times I've played out of tune,
but I've been practicing since June.

I have nothing to pay my house bills;
yelling from my landlord kills.

The last job I really tried;
in frozen Alaska I almost died.

Please, give me another chance,
I prove to you my musical grace.....

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: bible, humor, irony, judgement, psychological, satire, water,

Casting Stuff On The Waters

He cast a crouton on the water
Watched it sog upon the swell
What came back was lava bread
And Chelsea buns as well

She threw in an expensive cake
‘Twas softer than a futon
But what came back upon the waves
Was just a soggy crouton

© Gail Foster 2016

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: art, assonance, celebrity, desire, grief, guitar, hair, how i feel, humorous, hyperbole, image, judgement, leaving, poets, proposal, true love, trust,

This time

Flushed,

kicked to the curb and stunned,

waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,

dispelled as dumbed,

come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,

toned and intonated,

17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,

there was nothing to do,

nowhere to go,

some people showed,

they were enhanced,

I was so gold-

aggrandized yet grow'd,

I couldn't even agree with the folks,

got stunned and littered as the roads,

melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.

Poem Details | by Amy Sell |
Categories: humor, judgement, magic, people, perspective, prejudice,

Magic Sunglasses

I have sunglasses that let you see
Only the things that you want to see!
"You're mistaken," you say, 
"They're just regular shades!"
And I say, "That's my point precisely!"

Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: humor, jealousy, judgement,

Snooty fruit


A pineapple in a bowl of kiwi
Stand tall and proud, mom said
But I would rather, they didn’t see me
Standing high, above their heads

Mother was always so proud
Of my textured skin and headdress 
I found it, unbecoming and loud
Standing apart from all the rest

How incredibly awkward
Being the center of every display
Just once, I’d like to be offered
A big enough bowl, to lay

It occurred to me, just recently
The color beneath their skin
Is bold and green with envy
Which explains my lack of friends