The Little People
A poem for children and adults...ancient stories about mystery.
My first time
Just a little funny I thought of to boggle your mind
Poems written by WIFE and HUSBAND.
WIFE: I wrote your name on sand it got washed. I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack. HUSBAND: God saw me hungry, he created pizza. He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi. He s
Spicy Soup ~(14 Words)
All smiles
Jack & Jill
A different take
You can't play in my yard I don't love you anymore
Oh! The ways of woman ... I have been used as a Boy Toy and then thrown away! Boo Hoo!
I did it (Haiku)
Humorous Haiku for you....
Tavern Tale
Poppy - Dad Mommy - Mom Ringmails - Royal Guards
a day in the life of 'married man'
Well, today was little different than any day spent with my crazy family (wife). As I had a Drs. visit in Clarksburg today, Hilda and son Jimmy accompanied me so as to visit Lowes to see about a new clothes dryer to replace our non-working one. We fi
Horror Night
It’s time to write about horror nights Of things that terrify your soul Sweat pouring down your face To survive the night is your goal Up the stairs you hear it come Groaning, snuffing, puffing and huffing In it walks, all thirty six stones
Invisible
those folks with no pics who is forever promising one and those who put a pic but you get nothing else and you wonder if they are even human....
like hallmark i think
hallmark cards with a twist ..haha lol....
A Little Pumpkin (Haiku)
Not much!!
Personal Life
As I looking around, I say to myself whatever happen to my personal life and then I say the last time I checked it was on the internet.....Oh Well.. LOL
Prison Break
They locked her up, it’s not fair No Christmas nookie getting They put her in jail so tight Out here I’m feeling lonely A plan I need to get her out My poor brain
Innocent love
When you are with a lady try to understand if she is interested to the poetry...before she goes away
The junk collector`s bedtime story
I wrote "The junk collector`s bedtime story"simply to put into words what is one favorite American pastime.As a part time flea market vendor,I just hate to see anything good going to waste.If I find stuff that nobody else wants,I will find out why they got rid of it.If I can fix it,OK.I might use it,keep it,sell it,or trade it.If nothing else,use it for parts to repair other stuff.Some stuff that`s no good I might still save to use as an example to match up replacement parts.If I find something and then discover that its` completely worthless,I can always just put it back where I found it.What really gets me is that people throw stuff out 5 minutes before they need it,only for me to fix it and sell it right back to them.The resale value is ultimately,only as much as what people are willing to pay.But if you have a lot of good used items,if you sell it for a cheap price,you won`t be able to sell it fast enough.
Shadow Shadow
I Can Hear Her Move. In The Pitch Black Of The Night. She Hungers For A Moon. Care She Does Less For Light. My Heart She Will Have For Dinner. She Will Spade My Soul With A Spoon. I Lie Still In Bed. Afraid To Nick A Move. She
P.S. your monster
did this some time back brought it forward again
Wanna Hear My Story ?
This Poem Is Just My Imagination
SIMPLE SIMON
taking liberty on an old rhyme
Freestyle rhyme
No idea
Me love you long time
Helllow: Dude here..? Looking for a female with ruby lips to kiss on my face in the park.. Must go to the park and visit the big yellow duck.. I like the duck because he i my friend.. He told me stuff.. He told me woman would come because I
Ode to the outhouse poet..
just a bit of dark humor my poet friends...lol
Mormon Lake Mud
Starts out so slippery, Like walking on ice. Then it rains again, Here once or twice. When it gets ankle deep, Seems pretty rough. Sticking to boots, And to your pants cuff. Then it rains again here, A couple more times. Turning ankle deep
It’s Ok to Say
Life
super duck
pumped up with helium blowing insane mad quack quack red rag to a bull pork chops had a meeting today flipping over backwards sending out invitions who was not invited pictures prove fate of fellow duck on the chopping block frothing
"Anomaly"
Paralyzed in this silence. I’m bewildered by your science. Where do I fit in this chaos theory? I’m trapped in a matrix that is Illusionary. Who be the god that pulls all these strings? I have questions for so many things. What be the words of
The three things to take (challenge)
I got no clue what the challenge is really about to be honest, but I figured it was about an island and what to take, and sorry if it was a closed thing only for friends, do not mean to intrude, but I have not written a poem in a while and so I thought I just give it a go ^^
the toad gets vengance
On her broom stick the green witch did fly Up and down dale Spying the land for Entrail s to find To use in a potion That will make her look beautifull To catch her a prince charming To make her his wife Spying the land See spies a
Better Off
Trying my pen out on some little narrative poetry about two country farmers discussing their pets.
RIP
Beneath this ground I’m laid to rest You took it all I gave my best If you think My life was a farce Then you can sweetly Kiss my hairy arse
Mary’s Lamb
People think that I’m so nice With my lamb as white as snow And everywhere that I do venture I make sure the lamb has to go A big chain around its neck I drag it right along You wonder why does it come Because I’m much too strong Once it’
the things i would take challenge
Onto my island in the sun Three thing I will take Take my saw and make me tables and chairs I will sit and ponder As the world goes bye Will bring my amark Hang it from two tree s to rest my tired body from my toils of the day Swing
Earthsea Soup
Hocus Pocus and a handful of locusts, Alakazam over sausages and baked ham, This is the motherland of Peter Pan. Open sesame with a squeeze of lemon, Hot dog buns with cheese and onions, Oh damm what is that last enchantment? Hogworth jumpi
Careful what you wish for!
I hope that they have a return policy... (this is an add on to 'Billy the Finn', an earlier entry)
Help
Truth
This Is The Pits
How do I hide what I have done On the floor she’s laying dead Not that I regret killing her Losing my freedom is what I dread Can’t say that it was an accident The facts tell another tale Forty seven times I stabbed her My guilt is clear, it
THE BRIDE OF FRANKINSTEIN
I've so missed you all. Thank you for all your prayers and good thoughts, and comments. Love you. Peace be with you always. Sending you wishes for many blessings. Hugz, Pink.
Slightly Cloudy
Slightly cloudy with a chance of rain Dismal skies colored in gray Gently pierced by flaming swords of a hidden sun Where inspiration has gathered my strength to move
Rhubarb runs
I wrote this poem when i was 13 yrs old. i am now 60yrs old and this is the first time it has ever been written down. i have kept this poem inside my head all these years.