Best Accidently Poems
There once was an Olympic swimmer
Who accidently ate Viagra for dinner
His Speedo grew tight
He was awarded that night
A gold medal as the pole-vault winner
Categories:
accidently, funny
Form:
Limerick
PAINFUL LOVE AFFAIR
I love you, my love
I don't know why?
You are working hard,
I love you from nine to five
Soon will clock out
Going to our separate ways
To a life, I was forced at hand
Thanks for the attention,
My husband does not give.
Simple kisses with full affection
A love affair
No more teasing, no more flirting
Sneaking and releasing our lust and tension
Accidently caring.
We see everyone just staring.
Two lives now were torn
I love the things we talk about
Until that one day,
Which is now,
I have to say goodbye
Writing you a last love letter
Explaining the reason why?
No one can make this better
All I can do about this is cry
You said your wife was in doubt
My husband after soon found out
At that moment, I felt the need to die
In my face, he did more than shout.
Now I sit ---
Far away where I can't say hi
It's your baby, with no doubt.
The one thing my husband wants to deny
This love affair I can never talk about
Dead and gone
SKAT POETRY
2-24-10
Categories:
accidently, husband, imagination, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
KITTY KITTY
My KITTY KITTY
Is so pretty
Prancing all around
With a string,
I tease the cat
I accidently stepped on his back
Howling the meowing sound
Now he's nowhere to be found
He's not under the house
KITTY KITTY, where can he be
Out jumped a mouse
I'm scared as scared can be
I hear hissing, coming from above the tree
I call my cat,
Kitty Kitt, come down now
I grab my cat by the tail,
scratching and fighting
He bites me off
That serves me well
For pulling on his tail
My sweet KITTY please come to me
There's a mouse under the house
The mouse frightens me
Calling for my KITTY KITTY
Suddenly I hear a loud purring
Rubbing against both my legs
I'm a happy camper,
On this day I vow
Never shall I step or pull my Kitty Kats tail
Now it's time for milk!
SKAT
Categories:
accidently, adventure, animal, blessing, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Friend, you may view me as piteous
for my form is quite hideous
Bloodstained hands I cannot clean
even though I'm fastidious
I accidently killed the queen
This deed beyond my conception
I promised my queen protection
My sword I swung it in the dark
towards a ghostly reflection
It struck my Queen leaving its mark
There she lay upon the threshold
Although young I then felt so old
Dismal in spirit for I loved her true
I beg you to be swift and bold
Take my life with a blade of blue
Categories:
accidently, innocence,
Form:
Quintain (English)
The vicks
Johnson is me poor old name,
Brisbane town is where I’m staying,
Had 100 jobs I’m saying,
A some times Diversional Therapist.
(entertain the old n decrepid)
Tried burying for half a week,
Wouldn’t let me smile, or squeak,
Drove a council bus,
punched out a few,
Who’d fight, no fuss.
Bouncer in the Valley,
Loved the chicks,
Woke up in strange beds with hicks
Accidently used the vicks,
Talk about the ring of fire?
Don Johnson 21-july-11
tracie edwards
Contest Name Getting to know you
Categories:
accidently, adventureold, me, old,
Form:
Rhyme
I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.
Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept secret evidentially.
Til I let it go - chased it thru the door
- hole in one - then thru the floor
Two of the little buggers headed for the roof
they can multiply I have the proof.
Mathematical joy they did perform
Arcing thru cars, pipes, sieving up a storm
flickering jolts of fiery light
following their orbiting trailing delight.
So many now - not long to wonder
til earth's a faulty falling colander.
So, sorry for the whole untidy mess
But I did front up and confess.
Hadron Collider Cleaner
Written 8th July
For Charles Messina Contest
I accidentally let one Loose
Categories:
accidently, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
What happened to poor Easter Bunny, was it murder, misfortune or fate?
What to tell the children when the treats are unforgivably late.......
It could have been the tooth fairy, accidently raining teeth as she flew by
Poor Bunny pierced by sharp teeth, extremely deadly from way up high
It could have been Cupid, letting his haphazardly arrows fly
Poor Bunny punctured by a miscalculated arrow gone awry
It could have been Jack Frost, getting in his last frost before the end of the year
Poor Bunny frozen solid, all that is left sticking out from the snow... a lone ear
It could have been St. Patrick, preaching Christianity in Bunny's ear
Poor Bunny died of an aneurysm hearing bible stories so severe.
It could have been Jack-o-lantern with numerous carvings meant to scare
Poor Bunny had a heart attack, frightened to death, and he without healthcare.
It could have been Santa, driving reckless with mounds of gifts to deliver everywhere
Poor Bunny trampled by reindeer, that he was unable to hop any faster, is so unfair
Which story will you tell your child....why the Easter Bunny comes no more?
Will you confess, that you led your child astray with fabled stories of folklore.
Contest name ~ Clue: Who Murdered the Easter Bunny?
Sponsor ~ Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly
03-14-2013
Categories:
accidently, easter, funny, easter, easter,
Form:
Rhyme
Goalkeeper
When there is a football match on the TV I switch it
On the last ten minutes of the match my boredom threshold
Is low and to sit there watching the game for ninety minutes, really!
I used to play football as a boy, goalkeeper of all things then
I grew up and chased girls instead which often was painful
Like accidently falling in love, that happened frequently.
Falling in love is painful walking into walls and being nice
To children related to the object of my adoration
Then the pain of being rejected long walks and dark thoughts
Under a night sky, bittersweet flagellation why did she leave me.
This too ended now I`m a goalkeeper again defend the goal and try
To save the ball death is kicking my way
Categories:
accidently, arabic, february, first love,
Form:
Sonnet
I hope I remember you for the rest of my life.
I can see your face every single time I close my eyes.
Every single time, I lay my heavy body full guilt on the bed;
I can see you.
I hope I succeed for being alive,
Cause simply when you depart I lost love, hope and the will to survive.
I hope now that you are out of this world like hell,
I can fulfite your will: me being alive.
Just for this simple will I am alive now.
I remember your last breath your last beating heart.
You told me:” I’m sorry that I will leave without a warning,
I am sorry for being selfish and go to the other world alone.
But still,
You need to stay alive for that I may stay alive:
In your beating heart.
Just imagine that my soul is inside yours,
That I breathe whenever you breathe.
Just imagine that every single beat of your heart
It means another life for me,
Every single sight from your eyes is my only world.
You need to stay alive simply because:
“I love you “”
Then he fell,
He just fell from the edge of the cliff.
In his way down, all my happiness disappeared.
Some countable seconds were enough to make me come back years ago
To the one before meeting him.
That girl who had no faith or trust in any body,
And surly no love for a single soul.
Feelings or emotions are words that didn’t exist in her dictionary
Nore in her descriptions.
Back in the days before you,
As I walk in the way;
Never imagining that you would cross my way,
I used to observe people in their eyes as if
They are empty without souls,
Nor past, present or future,
As if their bodies are controlled by the circumstances of their surroundings,
As if they don’t feel nor do they think.
In mush easy explanation: controlled people in a controlling world.
In my case it was the same:
My house, village, the near forest with the flowing river,
All the people I knew or merely accidently met,
Were the writer of my life story.
In much easy explanation:
The pen and the book of my life were not in my hands
I had a young body with an old soul.
I was full of emptiness.
I couldn’t walk in a simple path,
And shamefully I couldn’t return my natural right: Freedom.
To be continued....
Categories:
accidently, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I accidently ate some chilli seeds
That fell into my tea,
I went screaming and shooting through the roof
And landed in the sea.
My dearest mum yelled “You’ll burn your mouth!”
While hopping about like a flea,
But I left not a single seed to waste
And Lost my sense of taste.
It’s well over a decade now,
But my mind always reads:
I accidently ate some chilli seeds
That fell into my tea
10/01/17
Categories:
accidently, children, fun, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Dirty worms squirming
Excavating with instinct
Wiggle brown wormy ~
Shoveling thick dirt
Accidently cut a worm
It wiggles in pain
Categories:
accidently, animals, children, funny, nature,
Form:
Haiku
I ate a purple jelly bean
after my lunch one day!
But I accidently swallowed it whole
so my mom called the doc right away!
He told her I'd be fine,
just give it some time!
He also prescribed me some strange-looking
sour, acidic, Calamondin limes!
Apparently these limes
would make the pain go away.
But honestly all they did for me
was give me facial expressions that were crazy!
After the limes, I went to get a drink
to wash the taste out of my mouth.
Unfortunately, when I went to get a drink
I tripped on my kitten's pet mouse!
So far it had been a terrible day!
Horrid, I tell you! Horrid!
I don't want to know what'll happen next!
I think I'll just go to bed!
Categories:
accidently, children, funny, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The clouds are drifting away
with the seagulls' fading shadows.
Bach's music, a deep step to eternity.
Abandoned I,
a deep stroke to my heart,
when you left.
A wide step to infinity.
Un jour triste por le voyager.
How is it possible that one day
could pass even quicker
than an entire year?
To meet you, was it accidently,
was it just luck or perhaps destiny?
Now Edinburgh remains grey again
without you.
And colours washed out in the rain.
Princess Street remains dark
and in shadows.
Only my thoughts are with you,
freed from a desolate enclosure.
I myself feel like a cloud,
drifting away with the wind
and into the sea
Categories:
accidently, lost love
Form:
Prose Poetry
A Flame You Lit
I hear
your voice
calling from
verses long penned
as swift it passes
through and a flame
lights in my heart’s
hearth and within
that space I write
of the accursed poet
whose spirit still in a slow
but steady pendulum beat,
through time moves, and
I bathe in the magic of its swing;
many are now dust but your
ballads are not gone from
the flavor of the hour,
from the ashes
of your
name
Villon
one sip
and your pen dipped in the mire
pulling on the leash sniffing for
traces of life, to our hunger still
speaks, hanging in spiraling smoke,
still vibrates like winter’s wind on
the prowl, mocks the stars, animates
the flowers of the night, and howls.
François Villon is a French poet who was born in 1431, the year Joan of Arc
was burned at the stake. As a student of the University of Paris, he participated
in many brawls and pranks. He even killed a priest (he was defending himself
from the man’s attack, picked up a rock and accidently killed him) and was
granted full pardon. He was later imprisoned and tortured, but released
by the new king Louis XI. He ended up ‘exiled’ from Paris for 10 years
His ‘Testament’ will forever live on. He fascinates me because he reminds
me of my younger brother, a bright star who had a dark glow.
Categories:
accidently, inspiration, poetry,
Form:
Concrete
The scars are slowly fading away
A pity the fear seems to be here to stay
We use to share a love so deep
Heaven knows how we let it just seep
Through our fingers -
Your love turned to a slap,
A swear word to bring your point across
I didn’t know fear until a few years ago
When you accidently pushed me away
Your sorry still echo until today
You’ve said it so many times
Every other day -
I needed to get away,
Not just for myself but for our unborn child
Now here I sit, with nothing
But a friend’s unquestionable love,
That gives me the strength to go on
The ability to start anew
Showing me there is a life beyond
Swear words and abuse
I may not have those creature comforts
You use to provide
But I can fall asleep peacefully at night
Knowing our baby is safe
And his mom will not wake up with a
Swollen lip or blue eye in the morning
©120120121515
*not a true story - was written for a writing project the theme was Domestic Violence*
Categories:
accidently, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Free verse