Best Hing Poems
S-cribe
A-uthors
M-essage
U-sing
E-very
L-ittle
T-hing
A-s
Y-outhful
L-ife
O-f
R-emarkable
C-omposer
O-f
L-iterary
E-xpression
R-ightfully
I-ntensifies
D-edication's
G-inormous
E-nthusiasm
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
hing, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
She's sitting there, looking at me,
while I pretend that I don't see
that look of longing in her eyes,
that look that comes as no surprise.
It's a forlorn look that seems to say,
Do you have time for a little play?
I know you're busy with your write,
but honestly, you're at it day and night."
I feel guilty; we're off to the kitchen,
so she'll stop her meowing and her b...hing.
With my cup of coffee, and her tummy sated,
We're ready to play as she anticipated.
She bats at the paper balls I toss at her
I throw them at her long-haired coat of fur.
Sometimes she catches one in her paws,
My Bella, you deserve a reward. Applause!
A better roommate, I could never find,
even when her meowing blows my mind.
I rescued her, but she's adopted me.
We're a mutual admiration society.
She never complains when my hairs a mess,
or when I stay in my jammies, but I confess,
if she did, I'd retaliate right back at her,
"You're the one always draped in fur!"
Wistful green eyes are staring up at me.
This time I won't pretend that I don't see.
I've got a hundred paper balls on the floor,
but what the heck, I'll just throw some more.
Categories:
hing, animal, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Reindeer huff keeping secrets,
as Santa of Christmas rides on mood,
bearing gifts with pure release
through continents of night's sweet dream.
North Pole bells ringing with magic
a sack of toys designed from far-off shores,
while thrilled kids wait for a visit
under a frothy roof, they stay.
.
From some other world, he is!
.
Made better in the winter chill,
creamy biscuits lay on rugs of eve.
Burying pinky toes neath tree's green springs.
Remembering---
wishes from letter, finely laced
armed with two, three difficult requests
hanging low beneath socks, brazen red.
A round belly ho-ho-hing!
.
For that final gleam into the sky
kids aplenty in anticipation remain,
twiddling across a dusky lamplight.
Suddenly,wonder at its best!
Leaving thankful tears,he remembers!
While sleigh tunes sing through the night,
and parents hug babes' shoulders dearly
Ole Nicholas slides through the land and laughs
As if to say, " better watch out,
Till I see you again, next year."
Santa Claus Contest
Categories:
hing, celebration, magic,
Form:
Light Verse
Just Call Me A F*****G Hip Poke Writ
Oh flibbertigibbet
damn, heil (Stuart Little) let mice
self down dagnabbit,
no matter this lactose intolerant,
conscientious, consumer and avowed kit
and caboodle - ninny vegetarian,
who lacked true grit,
cuz he craved a ham, rabbit
and cheese sandwich that hit
the bunny phone
spot (courtesy pit
tickle yule lee
of The Daily Bread
Community Food Pantry sit
chew waited at 3938 Ridge Pike
Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426)
aye red deli admit
to fear with some darkly knit
shadow of a doubt reddit
lee, about being a boot
being smidgen afrit
of some powerful jinn crit
ture, demon, nor banshee
making mincemeat out of me
(Matthew Scott Harris),
whom now wants
to make quick exit
(and if fye sprouted
wings, would flit)
cuz, yours truly did coe vit
an insatiable app pit
tight carnivorous consumption
where a craving awoke
like an addict hood needs a hit
ma tastebuds writhed with a bit
of minor seizure to let
me dentures bite to edit
mas exclusion of meat, and savor
mouth watering satisfaction
as if masticating an illicit
substance, and all the while
my awareness sans unethical
treatment of animals
went out figurative window
a disc credit
tummy sympathy for
hogtied eggs eck rubble mitt
treatment steer
ring agri business
to the mighty dollar,
where die hard
at least slaughter houses will never quit!
Categories:
hing, abuse, animal, atheist, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Dossier (doze heir) About This Sleepy Head
Unable to shake off drowsiness
iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
(not that you
give a hoot) ye
may be share compatible
(i.e. nocturnal) circadian
rhythm with this wee
Willy Weber,
but more particularly
one po' somnambulant,
whose square noggin resembles
a flat screen tee vee
actually receiving signals
from the outer limits
of the twilight zone
quite clear reception,
especially after three
o'clock in the morning
slightly before scree
ching roosters announce,
the break of dawn re
lush hing, the
poignant hush pre
seeding the sudden
onset of que
kin ning hullaballoo
amidst hectic pre
dominant hustle,
and bustle to and fro,
hither and yon nee
sis aery frantic
pace to maintain
21st century
technological light
(reo speed wagon) rush,
this lifestyle not for me,
hence I favor
knuckle scraping,
bloodied hand to mouth,
bare subsistence
existence my lee
ving no wiggle room
for adverse sit tee,
thus very mindful to maintain
laser focus key
ping astutely attentive visa
vis discover ring je
nais sais quois,
(the only French I know)
hee...hee...hee
well nigh conk
clue ding goofy
dwarfed poem (compared
to the Iliad,
or Odyssey), now
time to put this old
Scottish matted
(swiftly tailored,
haired styled)
puppy (i.e. me)
to the land without
my wordy wizard - Doctor dre,
but alive with
a Rob'n Zombie!
Categories:
hing, 12th grade, culture, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
In a circus , who provides you a lot of fun ,
He is no one other than a clown .
Though he is sad ,
He makes every one laughing mad .
He can also perform some feats ,
And make everyone sit on the edge of their seats .
Concealing his real face ,
A happy mask he wears .
To make the audience laughing mad ,
He had to control his feeling sad .
That's the reason why I adore the only one ,
He is no one other than a clown .
Categories:
hing, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
ABC
We sat like a circle around the table.
Our math teacher forced us to sit like that.
No one of us really talked, we all just did our thing.
,,adna is already starting to learn"
W e l l s h e i s. t h e. o n l y. o n e. d o i n g
a. n. y. t. t. hing
As if I care.
,,adna, did you have a crush once?", did they have a conversation about that before?
,,uh, no"
W. e. l l. I. d i. d. b u t h e h u r t e d m e b a d
Stare
Stare
Stare
He's watching me in scare, no I don't like it please,
,,Do you have people you don't like?",
My finger's itching.
,,Yeah, in the past I didn't really like to just block people but you know some things evolve-"
Ouch, it's again
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He's turned Red.
Why I don't want him to be, to see, to think of me like that.
Categories:
hing, 8th grade,
Form:
Free verse
H-eart
O-f
M-user
E-agerly
R-efrains
F-rom
U-sing
E-ach
N-egative
T-hing
I-n
C-omposing
I-nspiring
L-ine's
L-ovely
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Homer Fuenticilla (November 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
hing, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic