Best Impish Poems
I'M Feeling ImpishHe acts like a friend but it’s a disguise
Spouting God’s word, yet he’s telling lies
On returning he’s now causing trouble
Oh how I’d dearly wish to burst his bubble
He’s climbed to the top of the bigot tree
With nasty comments made for all to see
He removes them...
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Categories:
impish, anti bullying, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
My Impish MindLimericks by definition are supposed to be naughty
But I'll try to be more sophisticated and not so bawdy
Not promising success
An impish mind I possess
Have a feeling they'll still be more than a wee bit saucy
© Jack Ellison 2015...
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Categories:
impish, dedication,
Form:
Limerick
Impish LegacyImpish Legacy
by Odin Roark
He was like you and me
Arms
Legs
Regrets
Passions
With little that stood out
Save his church-Sunday handshake
His calloused palms
Telling much of
This no-nonsense man
His plaid shirt
Always starting off clean
But wrinkled
Hating to bother anyone
To iron
Wafted...
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Categories:
impish, life,
Form:
Free verse
My Impish MindLimericks by definition are supposed to be naughty
Will try to be more sophisticated and not so bawdy
Not promising success
An impish mind I possess
Have a feeling they'll still be more than a wee bit saucy
© Jack Ellison 2015...
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Categories:
impish, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
Suzanne's Impish MalteseEyes gleam onyx-black, white silky hair gently flows
Pampered with kisses, hugs and chic bows
It's Suzanne's impish Maltese
The first lap dog, from Old Greece
Sparking heart-rending love which glows, spreads and grows
For SuZ...
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Categories:
impish, animal, appreciation, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Becoming An Impish TrollBecoming an Impish Troll
I am about to block you for becoming a troll
Maybe too much attention from her I stole
We should dispense with all of the suspense
My poems compared to hers make more sense.
Sense of humor should start to have
To heel all wounds providing the...
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Categories:
impish, allegory, analogy, sad,
Form:
Couplet
WordsLively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.
Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?
Or have they found me...
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Categories:
impish, language, loss, memory, remember,
Form:
Free verse