Best Accent Poems
Been in New York when I was young!
This accent is so innate in my clever well tongue.
You don’t understand how I say things,
Guess you’re a stupid one who just so love to sing…
Stab me behind my back!
Just doing the same in my own rack…
Forgive me for being so unique.
Can you just copy my same proud technique!?
This New York accent is a highly wow!
Bad as you are like a filthy mad cow…
By the way, you’re such an ugly petty Betty!
You’re a downer who usually makes me so messy!
The delicious odor of home-baked bread
instantly takes me to mum's kitchen door,
I'm in heaven, though not a word is said.
Kneading the dough, she'd punch it down once more,
calling for three risings, she'd give it four.
I can never resist that fresh-baked smell,
just one whiff and once more, I'm a small boy,
there's no smell like it; I could always tell.
It's forever linked to a time of joy,
a nostalgic quirk, memories employ.
The instant its unique aromas waft
up my nostrils, with that heavenly scent,
I envision my mum's hugs, firm yet soft.
Going to the bakery's an event
that brings back flashes of mom's French accent.
(English- Quintain)
2/18/2018
McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent
Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent
He shows respect to women
In their praises he's swimmin'
They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent
Ways of painters are ones with pen men
Careful drops born meaningful fortes
Those ones I cherish in them
Rhymesters and verse breeds
Awesome as daylight
Their muse their right
They conceive
Hatch in
Words
14/6/2014
THAT ACCENT..
Your accent gets me.. it drives me wild!
accentuates your sexy wicked style
I love the way u say the things u say
DAM I could listen to it all night & all day!
Perhaps because I'm American our accents so mundane
yours is so SEXY my hormones go insane!
That voice can go on for hours never stop
once you open your mouth my panties wanna drop!
I wanna hear you scream my name in your tone to the ceiling
hands all over one another lustful chemistry we both feeling
doesn't even matter what you say don't care about the content
so heavenly a dialect angel has been sent!
if I say no just turn to me and speak with that accent it's the best!
won't be long before I change my mind and no turns into Y-E-S!!
Don't need no wine, music, or fancy food
the sound of your enticing voice gets me in a naughty mood!
I dig it when your lips are moving
I find it both erotic & so soothing
I want to hear it 24/7 that means all day
that's all I need to we'll call it vocal foreplay!
Southern Accent
People in the South their lives have spent,
So they can speak with a Southern accent;
Found in food,
And a family feud;
When they died to heaven with them went.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
To the pond behind my yard
I saw strolling a frog and a toad
They were there on that rainy day to breed
But the two soon began chatting their creed
Said the frog: “You a Bufonidae
You disturb my peace with your croak”
Protested the toad: “You a rascal Ranidae
You scare me to my death with your squeak”
Friendly chatting now turned to a dispute
They leapt across belittling each other
And there crept the water snake, moving softly
Swallowed the frog, proceeding next to the toad!
Attracted to his accent and his lean physique,
he followed her home when they met on that street.
She didn't know his name but it didn't really matter.
Those large brown eyes couldn't look any sadder.
He spoke in short calculated phrases.
Their warm bodies meshed in the dance of the ages..
There are times when words aren't really needed when the
pull of passion is so heated..
In France, although it’s nice and warm,
there isn’t any fun.
The only way to spend your time,
is sitting on your bum.
The villas there are very scarce
they haven’t many shops.
You have to travel many miles,
through fields of naught but crops.
With wine caverns abundant,
that’s the way the French have fun.
They’ve found a way to elevate,
just sitting on their bum.
So now I know the reason,
why their accent is so deep.
With wine they soften vocal chords,
each night before they sleep.
But English accents are quite crisp,
it’s from ‘stiff upper lip’.
That’s hardened by the constant slurp,
of all the tea they sip.
No wonder French and English,
seem to get along just swell.
They both spend all day drinking,
though they use a different well!
Ivor G Davies
Some flowers smell like memories of home,
Lily-of-the-valley is one of those.
It's like what color is, to monochrome,
sweeter than the spicy scent of a rose.
It has an aromatic purity,
vanilla, with hints of lemon and spice.
This lily blossoms in obscurity:
sprouting, as soon as Spring melts, snow and ice.
Lily-of-the-valley works its magic,
thethered to home and memories of Mum.
It is not well known, and that's so tragic,
for one sniff will convince you to plant some.
I can't imagine a sweeter Spring scent
than lilies, with a vanilla accent.
she was a true beauty
with elegance and grace
charmed and oozed personality
forever wore a smile on her face
her accent quite delightful
her manners perfectly fine
her skintone might have been a touch frightful
but her demeanour was always divine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
No accent comes with an ace
Or perfect words' tones at place
It doesn't assume a good act
Or speech determining lie or fact
Does it make one wise like ants?
Growing impact in their solemn chants
Within the sounds; clear twist, breaths fan
Bad difference with apt touches, do ban
Yet, good ears see purely hints like cat
Stressing out the orthoepy to combat
Meanwhile, same is tasty food all eat
Packaging only brings to some extra treat
Though, misquotation may set in a net
The selected few are still in the same set
From background check of environs tan
To the informal training by your clan
Which everyday gives as breakfast tea
Its lunch and dinner then turned you- devotee
Till time grows years into an adaptive ten
Hold not those for you who see it a den
More or less a disease: black-like-acne
Load enough enlightenment into your hackney
With which you hit ideas unalloyed cane
That laughter gets foes entertain
Accent doesn't make your talk(s) a cant
When words contained are well implant
Forget thoughts; value the worth beyond a cent
Fight not to cement points; pour content
Matters how the breaths voice words discreetly
Than how fluent the flow caress ears sweetly
Commune words of sound fairly much good interacted
Other diacritics are same; above is none ever enacted
An accent can change a whole statement
A comma can alter the whole meaning
A small word can make things different
And a smile can enhance sightseeing.
An apostrophe can emphasize the beauty
Of a place, a noun, a country or a city
An atom can destroy our world, nothing
Is too teensy to destroy a life or a building.
The titanic ship was never too big to sink
These days, very few of us are able to think
People elect some leaders for the wrong reason
Leave me alone. Pay, pay, and enjoy your pain.
A small vowel can make a humongous difference
No word is too small, too petite, and too innocent
Dot the i; cross the t. Please use your common sense
An accent can naturally change a whole statement.
Copyright© March, 2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
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have i mentioned this before?
a local Italian set-up somewhere in the capital
with sable decor and steaks
is this marketing at its grandest?
polytechnic stuff
the way he pronounces ravioli
is superb
passing him by the bathrooms,
he's gone all cockney with the kitchen chefs
what a performance
this is
my mate Gaz knows how symbolism works
his astrological memoir drops in july
he's going on tour and i call him to say,
"bring it down."
on the way out, i yell 'bravo'
believe it's only make believe believing make believe only
it's only make believe.
it's only make bell eve!
it's only ma, cab? e'leave.
it! son; ly! make bell leave.
i! t's on lime, ache'belly eve?
it's only ma cable; eve?
it's on lee, make believe!
it's on!!! lee? make believe.
aye! t's only mack bell; eve?
aye! t'son lie ma; believe!
itch only- makebeli; eve?
itch on lime ache, be! leave!
itch on, lie, make believe.
aye, t'sun lie, make a'bell! eve?
it's only make cabby leave
it's only ma; cab? he leave
it's on; lie, make a belly eve!
it's only mack, believe
it s'only ma; ache n'believe.
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