Best Ef Poems
Humpty Dumpty always sat on that wall
Except for the one time he had a great fall
So always but once that anyone can recall
Which is why today is a big deal after all
Since Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep
She wanted to ask Humpty to take a peek
If he could see where she should seek
She could round them up within the week
He wasn't on the wall, she rang Missing Alert
It sent shockwaves far and wide and overt
The Three Blind Mice scampered in the dirt
Three Little Pigs squealed like they were hurt
Next thing you know, Little Miss Muffet,
Told Tom Thumb to find Humpty or 'ef it'!
Three Little Kittens told Jack Spratt to "Stuff it!"
Itty Bitty Spider crawled the wall and jumped it
The Old Lady Who Lived In the Shoe
Panicked about what to do
Earlier she and Humpty had a rendezvous
He fell asleep and now had no clue
Most all those in Mother Goose Town
Heard Humpty was missing, wasn't around
Everyone was afraid he fell down
All were searching, wanting him found
Jack In the Beanstalk knew of the tryst
He told the Old Lady they would fix this
They covered up Humpty, he didn't resist
Henny Penny yelled, "Sky falling!" and insists
Hey Diddle Diddle got the cow to jump
And dropped Humpty on the wall on his rump
Starlight First Star said he looked like a lump
Even The Owl And Pussycat were stumped
Categories:
ef, children, funny, humorous, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
STREETS GOT THE whole WEEK
watching on low key
still water runs deep
just like homies
CAME A LONG WAY
u know traffic in la
MONEY and FAME
PAINE DONT GO AWAY
PAY ME AND ILL BE ON MY WAY
FACE MY BILLs UP
her FACE IN THE PILLOW
Forget THE ********
banging OUTside THE WINDOW
GOT THE INTRO LOOKING LIKE CORRIDORS
I WANT A BIG HOUSE CARS WITH A CHOFER
A CONTROLLER BUT NOT UP INSIDE OF MY SKIN
corrodes your soul not talking bout window tint
LOOK IN THE EYE WHEN YOU SHADE THE SoN OUT
CLOSED EYES WHEN the GUN BLOWs
DEATH WISH BOUND TO FOLLOW
BLESSED TO JUST SEE TOMORROW
HELLS KITCEN COOKING UP THE PRODUCT
FOREAL THO ITS GOING UP IN SMOKE
FOREAL THO I DID TRY N SELL MY SOUL
GOT THE HOTS for me GOT THE POTS FOR ME
f YOUR PHILOSOPHY
WHAT A CATASTROPHE
WANt COME AFTER ME
LAST MAN STANDING COMING FROM THE BOTTOM
LAST LAUGH TALKING ABOUT WHO GOT EM
CLOWINinG ON THESE JOKERS
WHO BROUGHT them
ALL THE LIES I ef n BOUGH
ALL THE NAMES I ef n CROSSED
I CROSS MY BODY PRAYING OUT TO JESUS
THE SHEEP OR SHEPERD TEMPTATION THAT LED US
THE VENGES HOPING FENCES Through THE TRENCHES
ADRENALIN RUSH WITH MESSAGE
DIDNT LEARN OUR LESSSON
CHECK EM WHOs NEXT
FRIENEMIES THEY WANT TO BE FRIEDEMIEs
Categories:
ef, corruption, deep, friendship, growth,
Form:
Verse
Erstime, ere bards nor Wondering Joyceters
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue,
Sir Slip The Most (a Figleafmoistner)
was undangled…and his sling unslung.
‘Twas on the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard,
with her Fowlling Fopplott never wording,
that the hunkerflesh-fed Fowlsome Bustard,
marked best by dark, was ever curdling.
Sir Slip, slop-upped and grammar-morphing,
from moltensteam one dawnless dread,
swear-foring most and all ef-alling,
did clopp young Fopplott's furgeld head.
The Bustard drubbed Slip: 'Dumcummayler!
To flump the sweet lad's yearnsomeness!
Bludaddled knight! Brain-drained wassailler!'
(Sweet Fopplott mock-loomed nasalfless)
"Clogsfyberbucks!" Slip rudblud obscented,
'That nert, that frot, that wibeljankie,
swombodled, gobbed, or sexcremented
God don't know notwot, in me hankie.'
The discompuncted Bustard illglimned.
Then, ventforthing with a scroatful shout,
she snouted, all redblynd and goredimned,
to clip Sir Slip a gobfilt clowt.
Bowelwildered, and fear-smeared arear,
and awefulled of trans-plonker stretch,
Slip, leaping to escape his nadir,
unware… did bare….. his hunkerflesh….
Hencetime, though bards and Wondering Joyceters
do glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue,
durst ne'er no Sir nor Figleafmoistner,
no furgeld Fowlling to one bung.
Categories:
ef, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
Spring bellows plainly throughout the mid-west
Tornado Alley endures
the voice of EF-4’s.
6/2/13
for Kimo contest, Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
ef, 11th grade, spoken word,
Form:
Kimo
Poetry______ (Fill in the blank) Contest
Poetry Politician
I am a Poetic Political Messiah and I will answer your call
Cast your vote in my name with every word and syllable
I'll ease the mixed words in your mind helping with your muse
With me as your Political President a contest you'll never lose
Rhyming is my specialty and I can complete any free verse
Haiku's I do and alliteration too, did I mention you'll come in first
I am literary hierarchy like E.F. Hutton you'll listen to my words
Penning paper perfectly making sense out of all things absurd
In closing I thank my family, friends, and you all my poetic employers
Timothy, Rose, Silent, and Broken Wings and of course The Poet A Destroyer
05/01/2016
Categories:
ef, poems, poetry, poets, political,
Form:
Couplet
As young people, we feel we are in fact immortal,
like the pits of death will never cut the breathe of our pharynx short,
until tragedy strikes and reveals to us that death and sorrow have no respectable persons
regardless of race,gender,nor age, my revelation came in the form of a massive ef-5 tornado,
as I sat in the hall along side my mother, we could feel such uneasiness and vexation,
as if we were a two time felon in the courtroom during sentencing, then the mallet drops,
wind consuming us,debris flying overhead,I heard the house I resided in being ripped to shreds,
I felt my body rising off of the floor, I just knew I was dead,
wish I could tell my family bye, I love you deeply within,
then I begin to cry out Lord please forgive my unspoken sins,
dirt circulating everywhere, I could not open my eyes,
then I felt someone tightly clinch me, I guess he heard my cries,
after the storm it was such a unique calmness,
like a mother after she conceives,
suddenly I heard people crying out, trapped under debris,
I continued to ponder where did the hands come from that saved me...
it was my mother, she told me she would die for me, because ill always be her baby..
Categories:
ef, dark, deep, depression, family,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Aye See See,
Demands! All rogues to the Hague!
Not so! Argues Ay You,
Our justice is tribune and divine,
Yours - archaic and Roman!
With insolent rage she defies,
And vows to send all her rogues,
Not to the Hague, but to her courts!
And insists - they alone can judge!
You Es Ay bellows and threatens!
Amidst the furore Aye Am Ef,
Her funds she withdraws,
But to no avail, Ay You sticks to her guns!
And insists, when it comes to her rogues,
She alone is sovereign!
Stunned, they seek a You En resolution,
Which only You Es Ay can enforce!
Categories:
ef, political
Form:
Rhyme
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(We (had) (((never enough It was
black and white,just so you know. He and his
horse "Tornado" rose up, A daun-
ting silhouette upright. With the crack
of his flapping cape, A crescendo of sound and
sight. Antonio Banderas later, Grabbed onto the
cinema reins, With all new special ef-
fects Releasing all colorless chains
Bringing back those wonderful times
Now, with a lady by his side. Cath-
erine Zeta-Jones cast As "Elena"
helped to turn the tide Now again
a hero seemed
real With the be-
lief a wrong can go
right A masked man
but a pro- tector Ri-
ding out quickly
to fight Once
long ago on
a TV show
They sang
A fox so cun-
ning and free
The sword bearing vigilante, Zorro makes the mark of the Z!
Categories:
ef, conflict, courage, fantasy, hero,
Form:
Concrete
Step down from your
ego. The brain dead has-
left a lesson.
Left a lesson, the brain dead.
Will you measure the
EF before the cardiac arrest ?
Sexing an issue
of dented verbs, why
do you need a defence ?
The numbers are climbing.
You have entered-
a high risk zone,
of killing yourself.
Give me a ghost writer, I
need an art, not a duplicate.
Satish Verma
Categories:
ef, art,
Form:
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Categories:
ef, funny
Form:
Free verse
"I bet it bothers you that at my weakest,
I am still stronger than you."
This quote is widely spread
may have been said first by Nero.
Winded by narcissism,
this squall might rank - EF-0
Weakened by arrogance, it does no damage
compare it to the Spanish dinero.
obsolete!
Categories:
ef, 11th grade, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
A Storm Front Approaches
By Elton Camp
Severe weather is expected for tonight
Thunderstorms, high wind and large hail
Loose objects such as patio furniture
And garbage cans will be blown away
Driving will be difficult and dangerous
Especially for those high profile vehicles
The usual weather bureau warnings
Repeated to mind-numbing excess
From the porch, I watch its approach
For a time, nothing but inky darkness
In the distance, sheet lightning faintly
Its thunder too far away to be heard
More intense and frequent it becomes
The bare winter branches silhouetted
Its thunder a low, menacing rumble
Heavy raindrops splat against the roof
Trees to the west of the house swaying
A sudden, chilling drop in temperature
The predicted wind strongly upon us
Drove rain onto the porch and me inside
The lights dimmed once and a second time
The weather service radio blared its alarm
The flashlights--where did we leave them
Darkness except the courtyard’s solar lights
Memories of the EF 5 tornado two years ago
Minutes south of us a town devastated
Families broken and homes in splinters
The high school damaged beyond repair
We cower in our safe inner hallway
The wind howls and limbs snap and fall
When it passes to the east, we’ll be free
Others to face the storm’s awesome power
Categories:
ef, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I miss normalcy
or whatever she is calling herself these days
screams from the bedroom
painted pestiferous in pantomime
ripping chests open,
round and ripe
taking bullets to the throat
mouthed dialogue
indulging in delight
bloodlet and bountiful
night she looked away
I miss those echoes,
eruptions of elegance
howling euphorically, (ef)faced
dripping in yesterday's sin
naked in the eye of the Tyrrhenian sea
wave upon wave washing over, we
us, in throes of once
call out
in tongues of more
than just a humble servant
a savant unleashed in a realm of impossibility
the hymns hold it all
sing, sing, sing
the hymns hold it all
Categories:
ef, remember,
Form:
Ballade
Get owt ef ma contry
Befer ets too late
Yer days bud er numbered
Ets nat lookin great!
Well fight fer er country
Well fight fer er lawnd
Well fight the Ferenge
Dine two the lauste mawn!
Up her wee say no!
Dine thar they say so?
The blood ef ur fathers,
Will make the free flow!
Because were indifferent ta
pain and gallows
Ur terror will ravage
Your friends and ur foes
So heed naigh ur warnin
Beware the commawnd
Get owt ef ur country
And stay ef ur lawnd!
Categories:
ef, war
Form:
Brick houses gone, wood houses gone
Family histories blown away
No photos or proof of life
2.8 billion dollars worth of damage
Devastation for a mile.
One house standing, with debris
Covering every inch of her yard.
2008 Chevy in oak tree,
Electric lines dangerously torn
Silence after the roar of what sounded
like a train, but must have been the
Two hundred and eighty-one mile an hour winds.
Tornado on a scale we cannot comprehend
No one creeping out of houses
For almost no one was there when it hit.
If they had been, they are gone now.
People creeping back hours later
Shocked, horrified, grief-stricken
Not for loss of life, which did happen,
But for life of soul-things.
Photographs, decorations, spoons, and forks,
Family heirlooms, favorite purple boots,
Grandma’s gold chain, lost forever, a lifetime of memories lost,
most never recovered, destroyed, or dumped in rivers.
May 22, 2011, Joplin Missouri’s most catastrophic EF-5 tornado
The city comes together about a week later
Interlopers from other cities come,
Pouring in with help, food, water, clothes
Things a family needs to get back on their feet
The love shown to Joplin was fierce and fast.
Tears flowed unexpectedly, and selfishness
Was felt by those who did not feel
“grateful” like they were supposed to feel.
Many felt despondent, devastated, depressed.
They were immobile, some never fully recovering
While in the back of their minds many were
Silently grateful, thanking God for being spared.
Categories:
ef, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Ballad