Best Guttersnipe Poems

Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a withering hype. 


Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a...

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I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la!
I'm eating my way through the fridge
Do I feel a little bit guilty about it?
Maybe a bit more than a smidge

Someone's got to get rid of this stuff
It's been here for more than a week
The plastic containers are...

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while figuratively hunting
and pecking around me noggin
force hum theme to write about
lo and behold, the solution
stared me right in front
of my little knob nub nose with gentle clout

cuz, as an avid bookworm, the dictionary,
I enjoy expending hours
to drink up etymological history
relating to the origin and
historical...

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Cockroach Soliloquy 
By:Judge Burdon

The cockroaches left me a wake up message
Written with saliva and excrement 
it was placed conspicuously  in a garbage can 
where they knew that I'd find it 
while in search of my morning nourishment
behind the Burger King on 3rd 
The dumpsters...

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Influenced by "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" and "The Rape of the Lock," my goal is to write this completely in iambic meter with (mostly?) rhyming couplets. (Though the intro's meter varies, the main parts will all be fourteeners). Entirety is a W.i.P.
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Presentiment

La femme...

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specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
   but proceed as this scribe 
   doth git linkedin with the cutting crew
yet not the least whirlwind will offset 
   my b52 Hair style, 

   or hirsute shellacked...

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sans to stand proud and tall 
   (all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height 
   topped off just shy of seventy inches - 
   in reference to yours truly) against bullies

to this very day such emotional...

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In 1912 she sits in lane
On cobblestone in fog and rain

Buy a posy of violet hue
Lavender flowers with morning dew

Pinkest roses from my "barrow"
From gardens sweet in Health and Harrow

Take pity on a maid like me
So I may go and taste some tea

The morning mists...

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Cockroach Soliloquy 
By:Judge Burdon

The cockroaches left me a wake up message
Written with saliva and excrement 
it was placed conspicuously  in a garbage can 
where they knew that I'd find it 
while in search of my morning nourishment
behind the Burger King on 3rd 
The dumpsters...

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Nope reforming hardened criminal donning
scarred face, manacles jailhouse stripe, et cetera
nor taming screwish incorrigible guttersnipe
ain't most difficult enterprises
entailing me to wipe
dripping sweat from my hoary brow,

neither primary tsoris,
(i.e. Yiddish, asper in woeful gripe),
but reading tome thick as stovepipe
hat, I declare constitutes most grueling task
paging thru...

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kismet came to me in the form of a guttersnipe
I could not hate it 
nor did I want to

what is it you are after? I asked.
The guttersnipe laughed.
Are you so tainted that you do not recognize a friend?

I felt ashamed.
It had been a long time...

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Thoughts of Thanksgiving 2020
By: Miracle Man
October 24, 2020

As Thanksgiving nears I think of him,
we’ll share with him our blessing.
Trying, once more, to make his life less grim, 
freeing him, from a day of distressing.

Like some guttersnipe he exists in life,
at night no soft place to...

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A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte 

specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
but proceeded as this scribe 
didst git linkedin with the cutting crew,
mow or less feeling grassy us,
yet not the least whirlwind will offset 
my b52 coiffed Hair style, 
or...

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Did it ever enter your mind
That I am not responsible
For your inner well-being?
And, I have neither the power
Nor the will to make you happy,
And, I refuse to bear the brunt
Of your nasty, untamed temper,
But, may I say, with due respect
Your choosing to be a guttersnipe
Makes...

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R. D. At Thanksgiving
By: Miracle Man
10/27/2021

As Thanksgiving nears I will think of him,
and we'll share once more with him our blessing.
Trying, once more, to make his life less grim, 
freeing him, from one day of distressing.

Like some guttersnipe he exists in life,
at night without a...

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