Best Brags Poems


Premium Member What Am I

My beginnings were ever so humble
To this day I wear others' rags
I'm bungled, fumbled and tumbled
My owner usually brags
Diamonds all shapes and sizes
Multicolored rainbows and rings
Always loved and needled
And thrown on kings and queens
You can buy me at a boutique
If I'm given I'm normally at my peak 
In the summer I go on the lam 
Please tell me what I am.




challenge from Linda (Poet Destroyer)
anyone can answer please,feel free
Categories: brags, riddle,
Form: Rhyme

25th October 1854 Part 2

Left And Right

Either side the cannons roar
Took of blood and wanted more
Salvo after salvo into the valley
Point blank range to deter the rally

Water poured over steaming muzzles
Russian gunner at this sight puzzles
Tis madness against this cannonade
Tis the sacrifice of the Light Brigade

The quicker they fired the faster they came
Under billowing flags and the Queens name
Torn and shredded they carried the fight
And many a soul, never saw that night

The Redout

The Russian generals looked in wonder
Stood in awe at the total squander
The cannons barked and took their toll
Removing horse from man, man from soul

Rifle, cannon, spoke the same
The Light Brigade on they came
Thundering hooves and yelling cries
All for the sight of the Russians eyes

And at the distance of a lance
The Russian soldier in a trance
Sabres cut and slashed in violence
All was death in the cannons silence

The Russians fled in disbelief
Last shot fired to the Brigades relief
Bleeding soldiers and tattered flags
Stumbled, tottered, like wizened hags

Down The Valley

Looking back along that mile
Bodies, horses, pile on pile
Wounded men lean on lance
Said a prayer in skyward glance

On the ground a sleeping parade
Remnants of the Light Brigade
Depleted souls but not of honour
Yet a picture of battles squander

On the conclusion of this battle
Fingers wag and tongues will rattle
But nought should be put to shame
The Light Brigade and its day of fame

At Night

When the moon shines that longest mile
Hear the hooves on lush green pile
The rattling sabres and rippling flags
And how he rode the horseman brags
In the night the ghosts they ride
Full of honour and full of pride
Categories: brags, epiclight, prayer, light,
Form: Epic

Teeter Totter

Teeter Totter            
                             
                                                  
                                                       
 

                           
                            Up 
             
                 down.  
   
             "Don’t bump your bottom on the ground!"
                                                          
                                                               UP
              
                                                                      down.      
       

       Inside the curvy tunnel is a dark, spooky space. 
       WOOPS, I'm sorry Patrick, I couldn't see your face!
       A slippery slide we move down fast, Sarah’s arm in a cast!
       I love to swing with Lindsey Loo, but swinging too high, she'll lose a 
       shoe!
       Jack likes the tire rope the best, he just won't stop and take a rest!
       When he circles 'till he's dizzy, his Irish face turns red and his hair turns     
       frizzy!
       Gertie reaches for each monkey bar, “LOOK at me” she brags. 
       She thinks she's such a star, even I can climb that far!
       
        It’s finally time for us to go, have ice cream and take a rest.  
        Our playground time is just the best!

 6/21/2021
THE PLAYGROUND
Categories: brags, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme

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Premium Member Fix These Children Please

His stories are out-of-this-world, the teacher says, in a huffy way.
Steven King, I think.
Another teacher slides into an empty seat beside me. “He exaggerates everything.”
Robin Williams I think.
The teacher across from me flips her hair and brags, “Her behavior is off the wall.”
Pink I think.
“She sings all the time,” says another. The lunchroom is on a roll today, wanting me to fix children.
Lady Gaga I think.
“The only thing he thinks about is basketball,” another teacher says as she walks in from her smoke break.  A break they have to drive fifty feet from the school to have, but still she brings smoking pores in here, and I am an asthmatic.
Michael Jordan I think.
“He claims spirit is talking to him,” the principal says. 
Prove it is not spirit, I think.
She catches my eye, turns and leaves; we are best friends, and she knows how I feel about spirit.
Categories: brags, humorous, philosophy,
Form: Light Verse

Premium Member One Light Town

Think where you're from sits like a crown?
How 'bout if it's a one light town?
A place without streets up 'n down,
Where big city brags get a frown.

One hundred citizens and goin' down!
Crushing humanity makes you drown.
Forget metropolis, now who's the clown?
A quiet place to settle down.
Kind of friends who hold their ground.

Wonder about life in a one light town?
A bit disheveled, too run down?
Ya know country folk will come 'round.
The voice of home, the warmest sound:
The lilting song of a one light town.
© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brags, city, community, home, identity,
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Le Buff Claus - What's Up With Santa

Old Santa Claus is in the know now
he's changing with the times;
now, he speaks out against the GMO's 
saying toying with foods a crime.

Santa hungers for organic kale
turns his nose up at cookies.
He's tired, he said, of being a whale
and loves the extra nookie!

See, Mrs. Claus now brags about him
points at his six-pack ab's
She's bought a Ninja Pro,and a gym
hates additives from labs.

There's No problem with the chimney's now
he could work for the Cirque du Soleil
Yes, Santa's on a fitness kick, wow,
the reindeer all shout yeah!

Under each tree Claus leaves sports gear
and ropes to mountain climb
new ice skates and snow ski's appear
with fruit baskets full of limes.

Buff Claus is dressed by Tom Ford now
in a fitted suit of red velvet
boots, and bow tie of black allowed
and a snowy silk shirt to sell it.


Contest: What's Up with Santa
Categories: brags, fantasy, funny,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member My Monster-In-Law To Be

I have a monster-in-law to be     
She’s my boyfriend’s  mommy
She forced her son to join the military
‘Til his gait was no longer like a lady

I’ve witnessed many times her monstrosity
She screams like having tantrums in a family
She brags  my mom and aunt her dowry
She insists,  she and her one only son like me

At home, she doesn’t like cat or puppy
She wants people to do all things  perfectly
She criticizes her maid’s cleaning and laundry
As if, she’s chief of self-enforcing constabulary

She reminds me and her son to get marry
And wedding rite will be at ritzy  hotel of their city
Whenever I suggest to have a simple reception or party
With her bulging eyes, she stares hard at me

I was quite scared  and worry
When she said, we’ll  stay  with her til we’ve a baby
So, I talked to my Lieut. Lovadababee
To push through our plans in two years or three    ;)

©2015Leonora Galinta
 All Rights Reserved



Sept. 27, 2015    9.25pm      


-this was not entered in the contest... late in few minutes;) my second try of monorhymes. some are fictions;)
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brags, funny,
Form: Monorhyme

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL
Categories: brags, adventure, animals, caregiving, dedication,
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Drench Me American Sky -

They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist, 
feminists and racists come to set fire to Liberty's starry votive,
impudently waving the national rags
of failed narco states and theocratic tyrannies
chanting dystopic glories of thuggish brags
with savage violence assaulting children,  women, and men with American identities, 
have they ever bothered to read the 1st, 9th, or 13th Amendments
will they ever realize the illusion of ideological hatred,
in our land they live with victory's compliments
yet grown fat on the lies they've been easily fed,

We, Americans,  have a heritage,  and citizenry
composed of good natured, disciplined hearts,
educated, informed, and compassionate to humanity, 
folk, from every continent,  creed and diverse smarts,
Come, you ignorant miscreants
come and burn this flag I wear with honor and pride,
come burn it,
Over My Dead Body!

J.A.B.
Categories: brags, america,
Form: Epic

Wiener Schnitzel

Mr Wiener brags proficiency 
As he twitters his constituency.  
But badly, the hackage 
of a bulky package 
in his pants shows a deficiency.  



*The Online Slang Dictionary says ‘schnitzel’ is, “Any unacceptable or unwanted
substance.”  Example: “I’ve got schnitzel all over my shoe.”
© John Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brags, funny, political
Form: Limerick

Colour Me Black, Colour Me Beautiful

Africa
My beloved Africa
Africa
The cradle of humanity
Civilization starting in the Nile valley
Africa the cradle of writing 
Hieroglyphics dating back from Egypt
Yet Africa brags no literature 
The monster colonialism sunk its jaws deep into Africa’s heart
Its ugly face, continue we to see
Developing underdevelopment
Disuniting the united 
Colour me black
Colour me beautiful
Call me an African

I come in a Christly way 
Not to sacrifice but to clarify
I come not to defend  
Neither do I come to offend
I come burdened with a Jeremiah mission
My vision in the mission
To pluck and to plant
To destroy and to built
I come burdened with a journalistic responsibility
To say nothing but the truth
Proud of blackness
Far from being a symbol of darkness
Colour me black
Colour me beautiful
Call me an African

Where are some of he wanders of the world?
Our forests like our intellects
Forever remain evergreen
Knitted with amazing rivers such as the Victoria Falls
Ahoy mama Africa
Ahoy communication
Ahoy gerontocracy
Ahoy African culture and values

Continue trading in wisdom
Jealously guard your freedom
Shun prophets of doom 
Today I have a dream
That forever, I shall be coloured
Call me black and I am coloured
Coloured beautiful
For I am full of beauty
And so is my mother, mama Africa.
Categories: brags, dedication, friendship, inspirational, me,
Form: Burlesque

The Sport of Fishing

They say that fishing is a sport,
but who wants to compete with a fish?
These small, slimy swimmers
often end up as someone's main dish.
The fish's pea sized brain
is usually fooled by store bought bait.
The only problem for the fisherman
is how long his patience must wait.
A fishing rod and decorated hook
lures the brainless victim to its death.
After its fins slap the human skin,
the fisherman brags with every breath.
A cold blooded fish's defeat
means little on the scoreboard of life.
If fishing is meant to be a sport,
why are the losers chopped up with a knife?
Categories: brags, funny, nature, sports, fishing,
Form: Rhyme

The Derogatory Diner

There was a chef named Luke,
All of his entrees were nuked.
In every dinner he planned,
All of his food was canned,
And most of his patrons puked.

Now many patrons inquired,
Why this chef was never fired,
But his boss was anemic,
and very bulimic,
Which is why Luke was hired.

This Diner's reputation lags,
But the owner always brags,
That his dining auditorium,
is a modern vomitorium
With no need for doggie bags.
Categories: brags, funny
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Life Is About Attitude

Life is about having the right attitude.
Don't be known as one with platitude.
Someone who is a habitual whiner, 
is not a good companion at a diner.

Life is always a much happier place
if you don't slap anyone in the face,
so you won't be a curmudgeon grouch
why don't you take a nap on your couch.

No one wants to be around a grumbler
especially one who should be humbler.
Wear a smile instead of a sourpuss frown
and from your own pedestal, step down.

One who brags about his or her work
is really just being a malcontent jerk.
If these words seem harsh and trite,
some fish are known to take a bite.

Kindness is the best way to make a friend
so stop being bitter, just make amends.
Stop being a grouch, no talk or bellyache,
and be nice to others, for goodness sake!
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: brags, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Five In Lights And Shades

Five lights are tints of life
Five shades of skin on the line
Like the five fingers we use to hold in life
Finger prints of arch, loop and whorl in line

Five colors we dip so clear
In our hearts we hold so dear
In our dreams we paint so deep
In our lives we love to keep

Five shades in some flags
Or fewer than five one brags
Five in high fives we raise to stand
Five in each hand as a helping hand

Five lights, more or less, we wave
Like the five senses we use and save
Five stars we rate for life so good
Five and more, God grants your wish in hood



Five races in different colors we love and treasure
  Memories of men and women with pride and honor
    Keep the love alive everywhere you go...
      Life was made for everyone to cherish and value!


(Prosebite)
Categories: brags, blessing, care, children, color,
Form: Personification
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