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Poem Details | by Xavier Keough |
Categories: funny, life, loss,

Oh, Toilet Bowl

Oh, toilet bowl
Did you hear me in the hall
Talking to that bastard wall
Asking who moved the door

Oh, toilet bowl
Don’t ever have gin and tonic
Cause inebriation is quite ironic
When lost in your own home
Oh, toilet bowl
So accessible and cool
Forgive my 90 proof drool
Irony is about to surface

Oh, toilet bowl
We're no longer alone
I’m talking to Ralph
on your big white phone
He says he’s sorry

Oh, toilet bowl
My porcelain gold
If I may be so bold
Meet my bottom

Oh, toilet bowl!

Poem Details | by Carrissa Whateley |
Categories: break up, confidence, courage, funny love, grief, growing up, happiness,

The Love Shock Test

why seek true love 
when even the truest love is fleeting
the thing you should desire is 
for lasting love to transpire 
take my hand and hold your breath
this is a love test
do you have a single doubt
about how it will turn out
are you afraid they will leave
and how you could possibly grieve
worry no more the stress will disappear
and just send this to your sweet dear
because it's over they never really let you near
it is fact they are being clear they don't want you here
take your love and disappear don't live in fear

Poem Details | by Lawrence Ingle |
Categories: funny

Road Rage

Driving alone through the pouring rain,
plenty of time and road to gain,
now who is that nut driving so insane,
it must be a dang lame brain,

Sakes alive! they keep switching lanes!
Why can't they wait 'til the weather wanes!?
All these nuts! done strained my brain,
Complain, complain, blame, blame, blame!

Poem Details | by Raffy Relator |
Categories: dedication, dog, feelings, funny love, kiss, memory, smile,

A Puppy Love

I met you in the city
I introduced myself as Raffy
How glad I met you
Since I don't know what to do..

Each day had passes
And I thought that was the last
I tried to search you again
But the city is vain

Hoping you will see
I search you with glee
At last, I saw you
Kissing to others as much you do

Seeing you in that way
Feels me hard even though your a DOG anyway
But now I don't know what to do
Coz your OWNER is much beautiful than you.....

Poem Details | by Annie Lander |
Categories: dedication, depression, freedom, growing up, humorous, stress, hero,

He Was Both the Dope and the Hero

Doping confessing by  Lance Armstrong

Why tell the truth, when a lie can set you free
The sympathy card,  the court jester: with slumbering tears
The windows wipers wipe the milky tears from his eyes.
He compete, and achieves victory  through deceit

Does a hero cheat, his way to victory?

 A hero was never label a bully throughout history
Spiderman, superman , Robin Hood 
   heroes never confessed their sins
The incredible hulk did a powerful transformation 
Restoring international credibility in prime time; 
                       Time after time
A myth is a myth even in the past, present and future.

Poem Details | by Dulce Santiago |
Categories: adventure, allusion, dream, humor,

Last Night I Burned My Mom's Tamales

Last night I burned my mom's Tamales ! 
I can't tell you how much I regret it !
It was about 12:30 p.m when I sat there waiting for them to cook
But waiting wasn't any luck 
I was attracted by this beast
It captured me like it knew me ...
I was attacked and out of sight for 2 hours 
Last night I burned my moms tamales! 
Yes it was 2:00a.m 
When my mom screamed, Dulce !
I was awakened by a scream with a smell
I was too dreamy and sleepy I could barley tell
So I decided to make a poem about how 
Last night I burned my moms Tamales..

Poem Details | by Sabion Osore |
Categories: crazy, funny, love, love hurts, sad love, satire, scary,

Suicidal Love

Suicidal Love It chokes and mauls me, It suffocates me as its venom spread to shake my heart, It kneads and lives me vulnerable to hurt, When you hunt it, I remained obdurate to love, Its obsession sucks my strength, When the peril of real epitome of African beauty sprout her, Chokes and desires of having you drown me into sour guts, It is a suicide how this eerie feeling fills, For it freezes not the frosted and fermented heart to freedom It is suicidal how love is.

Poem Details | by Kim Robin Edwards |
Categories: food, humor,

Who's In My Cracker Box

Who's in my cracker box? 
I found a saltine in here...
And it's ready, for a bowl of hot soup..
Would you like to jump in, and join me? 
I'm ready to crack up, and laugh real hard.
Too much salt floating around in here..
Gotta go..

Who's in my cracker box? 

Cracker Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2003,2015..ALL rights reserved..

Poem Details | by Chriss Todd |
Categories: beauty, betrayal, death of a friend, devotion, forgiveness, future, god, goodbye, horror, humorous, image, inspiration,


i have crafted and shafted and then re positioned
divulged and indulged to precise disposition 
yet frankly my points are most blunt at the end and my walls tend to fall at the slightest of bends
be it not such a bridge but a try at amends, with a friend who is quite hard of hearing
come step in my cauldron both women and children, these are the crimes i admit to both willinging and wildered
For i am the poet of pilgrims ,
what was left has been pillaged and raped, and only i who had managed escape
have been left to rebuild from the timbers

Poem Details | by Annie Lander |
Categories: beautiful, confusion, courage, dark, dedication, forgiveness, humorous, introspection, love,

Where the Grass Is Turning Brown In Spots I Buried My Memories

List of things to do before

I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
There’s one
 Wild flower
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
Keep the enemy out
I want to be happier 
Than I‘ve ever been
Fall in love again
I buried
 Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: humorous, life, perspective, wisdom,


I’m just an old fart,
clinging to the winds of time ... 
hanging on
Everyone who said 
I was leaving away first
are dead and gone
I’m an old geezer,
stale air breather still hanging on ...
but it gets lonely being right,
especially at night
I’m the old curmudgeon they say,
whose creaking up the stairs of time
My words, others never no mind pay:
decrepancy they say oughta be a crime
Sonny boy, Suzzy girl — 
I’m just an old geezer,
whose fighting everyday to hang on
I’m a reflection of what you will look like
when your mirror fades, 
and wrinkled desires wane inside tired bones

Poem Details | by Marrio Biggs |
Categories: adventure, art, faith, family, father, food, friendship, funny, health, music, mystery, time, travel, uplifting, visionary, wedding, beauty, beauty,

True Blue of the Deep

....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.

Poem Details | by Phatt Matt |
Categories: beautiful, care, deep, funny, humorous, love, romance,

One of Those Wonders

Through strength

I found love

in time I’ll find what I was looking for

I feel like a man at a bar

that has been there for too long

it is going to take a lot

to drag me away from the counter

there is nothing that a thousand men can ever do

I will fight for you

listen to my heart every time you want to run away

I am doing time

taking my mind right back to you

when I hear that whistle blow

it is those wonders

when you listen to meddling rain

let me love you

heart of darkness is brought to the light with your love

I know your troubled heart let me blow your cares away


Poem Details | by Raven Tones |
Categories: absence, dark, depression, goodbye, humorous, metaphor, suicide,

Pavement Pancake

Slowly We Are All Falling, 

Some Just Quicker Than Others, 

Some Will Have An Arm To Grab Before Hitting Bottom, 

Some Never Bothered To Pack A Parashute, 

And The Others Are Just Enjoying The Fresh Air On The Way Down, 

Awaiting To Become A Pavement Pancake

If we have a hand to hold us we may never had fallen

And if we had an ear lent someone would have heard cries for help

My parachute is broken, no ever listened, and the held let go of me

Before we, land the only thing left to think is, 

i wonder if anyone has any maple syrup

Poem Details | by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: funny,

Funny Exchange

Butcher "If this is not the best beef you have ever had....I'll lick your toes!!"

Customer, "Well I know that it is not any good right now! I need my toes bathed!"

Poem Details | by Gary Fields |
Categories: friendship, funny, happiness,

Happy Birthday Ii Revisited

So, It is your Birthday,Huh!
This isn't really anything that
We want to get out, now
Is it?
We don't want them to start
Talking about you behind
Your back and telling all your
Friends' your business, now do we?
So, let us not try to make such
A big deal about this and I won't
Tell anybody either!
After all, this is your Birthday...
Not mind....


Poem Details | by Nigel Fox |
Categories: funny

Counting the Beads

Much wailing at the wall
With three hail Mary’s
A nod towards Mecca
Let us sit and

Poem Details | by Tanya Edwards |
Categories: funny, introspection,

My Husband

Yawn sigh, scratch your crotch
Yawn sigh, catch your breath.
Yawn sigh, me looking on,
Yawn,  sigh, 
how soon youth is gone.

Poem Details | by Jw Kiefer |
Categories: fun, humor, humorous, silly,

Gas Is a Powerful Thing

(Disclaimer: this is what happens when I am bored at work on a Saturday)

Gas is a powerful thing
It can certainly clear a room
Yes gas is a powerful thing
It can make the strongest swoon

Gas is a powerful thing
It is most deadly when its silent
Yes gas is a powerful thing
It can even be quite pliant

 gas is a powerful thing
Its even flamable I suppose
Yes gas is a powerful thing
If you light it it just might explode

Yes gas is a powerful thing

Poem Details | by Hugo Derosa |
Categories: funny,


Love: (New Definition)
See; Jealousy, game, lonliness, profit, loss, anger, hate, torture.

Poem Details | by Gary Fields |
Categories: family, friendship, funny, health, love, satire,

This Your Birthday

Ok! so you are not exactly
A spring chicken and you
Don't hear so good anymore
But, it is still your Birthday Day
You are not on a social decline
You are merely probably just
Rembering a little more
Than usual and if you haven't
Lost your mind or memory by now
Then you are one more day secure'
And the Lord is giving you credit
For just one more day
And think, that is remarkable
In itself!


Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: conflict, humor,

Copla 68 Invocation This Bad Guy World

COPLA 68 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World

We drop from the filthiest parts
End up wanting to get back in:
Sense of humour

Thank You! For keeping the head’s thoughts
Far from losing face in within
Though women sour

The rest of Life’s littered obstruction
You put in place just to surmount:
Care for children

Till insurmountable damnation
Riding bare-back on Himavant
Men limp broken

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Poem Details | by Effie Blake |
Categories: art, confusion, funny, introspection, me, me,

Not Always An Eyesore

clutter to me isn't bad, because it:
gives me exercise when looking for things,
keeps me company when alone in the house,
makes my guests concentrate on me,
and hides my lack of artistic talent with interior decor.

Poem Details | by Hugo Derosa |
Categories: funny, life,

Blame This

Someone is to blame!
Find out who's fault it is!
I'm not taking the fall for this.
Blame must be assigned.
Someone has to be held accountable.
Somone, not me...
even though I am the culprit.

Poem Details | by Hugo Derosa |
Categories: funny, life, change,

What? No Remote!

Turn it off or change the channel!
I don't like this show.

The remote doesn't work.
You mean I have to GET UP?
Get up and change the channel?

Leave it on.
I'll watch it if I have to.
Besides, those around me seem to be enjoying themselves.