Best Minions Poems
The series "Despicable Me,"
we've flocked to theaters to see.
Wee minions--cute creatures--
and bad guys each features.
To all we respond with great glee.
I never dreamed five years ago
that I would soon dash to and fro
in search of these minions--
in children's opinions,
all treasures. How well I now know!
Some kids possess minions galore:
the one-eyed, the two-eyed, and more.
They giggle and jabber;
"BANANA," some blabber.
Their odd appeal, who could ignore?
My grandson's like other young boys.
For Christmas he craved minion toys.
His loved ones went shopping
for hours, not stopping
till we found gifts he now enjoys.
The minion-themed presents I gave
were puzzles, a cool talking Dave,
a pillow with three guys
with one or two huge eyes.
For these he did hug me and rave.
` I'm glad to say just one thing more:
Fart Blaster, I left at the store!
The child would have driven
me nuts if I'd given
him that thing; but Dave, I adore.
Date posted: February 23, 2016
The rhyming scheme of a limerick is aabba.
Fun minions give children a thrill.
Take note of one thing, if you will.
Like a Xanax, the minion,
In one actor's opinion,
Resembles a big yellow pill!
Written Feb. 24, 2016 for the Minions Poetry Contest of Silent One
The Minions
Minions Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
A versifier indeed, crowding the tiny city dwellers,
above the rest flying with the strongest propeller.
In day he disperses many tiny pieces of torn up paper,
at night he sits on his throne as an intimidating dictator.
The little people do as told following the confused story teller,
after all, they were treated as undesirable city dwellers.
If they don't run past the finish line they get reprimanded,
If only they knew following him was never recommended.
Early afternoon he leads them to a walk in his park,
little does he know when running they wish to disembark.
The dwellers know better than to follow him in his maze,
the more they learn of him, the more they feel crazed.
Some stay and some go, but no matter what the decision,
there is so much conflict, the town turned into a division.
Separated qualifications in regards to frugal injustice,
There may be more than one leader, a dedicated accomplice.
Beneath the caves and in front of the chair of the monarch,
he leaves trails of empty promises leading into his landmark.
Finally the city dwellers learned that it's time to be righteous,
and the look upon their faces was stunning and priceless.
The old versifier ended up living to an old age of grey,
he wondered why in the end they didn't want to obey.
Date Written: February 16, 2016
Minions are so mischievous
but can be oh so sweet.
Three left in my son’s Easter basket
could be a tasty treat.
Yellow covered marshmallows
with beady chocolate eyes
dipped in sugar sprinkles -
a sugar-rush surprise!
One gave me a stomach ache,
one gave a cavity,
the other tickled till I cried.
They're cuter on TV!
For Silent One's Minions Contest, 2/24/16
Shards of rag
Torn from the reapers cloak
Tattered and blowing upon dead branches
I wearily cross underneath
Far below definition
Whilst dark eyes follow
My silent steppings
Glaring down obsidian bills
The tree erupts
A formless black detonation
Of ravens wailing their curses
At my approach
For disturbing their ritual of dusk
How many minions, I wonder, are out there?
I read the signs and their narcissistic prayer.
Some feel righteous and hallowed indeed.
Preaching their hapless sanctimonious creed.
Ecstatic euphoria, stripped from backs of others.
Would you act this way in front of your mothers?
Shame on you! People are suffering and dying.
Your petulant demeanor is crass and mystifying.
More good poets are leaving because of you swots.
They're isolated indoors, stomachs tied in knots.
Emerging to read your vile comments and mobbing.
Your arrogance is fielded. Minions stop hobnobbing.
Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . .
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . . .
They live to serve, all they need is a leader
Their language is gibberish-fueled insanity
Like, we love you (tutaliloo ti amo)
Now there is this a group of Minions despicable
Minions of Anarchy . . .
A motorcycle gang of Minions
Roaring around on two wheels, zoooom
The leader is Clay, ugly (bananoninal!)
A one eye-master of destruction
His wife Gemma, la femme fatale
There is always a handsome hero
And his name is Jax, a blonde, one eyed Minion
Obviously quite insane and mentally disturbed
His wife, Tara, hate her (tatata-dala-tu)
And the other members of the group
Juice, Tigs, Opie, Kozit, Chibs, and Bobby
This despicable group are bad to the bone
Oh, not sure if Minions have bones . . .
Anyways, havoc and destruction follow them
But, I love (tutaliloo ti amo) their story, sorry (bi do)
what(po-ta !) you say of these bad boys
Oh, such depression and joy and family ties
Nothing is more important to them than family
Kiss, kiss, kiss (muak, muak, muak)
This is but one group of Minions
Like all who dwell in the world, there are many groups
Some good, some bad, and some just silly
Thank you (tank you)
Goodbye (poopayel)
Cheers (kanpal)
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February 19, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Minions of Anarchy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-322-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Minions
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
There once was a lady named Sadie
Who wanted to work, well maybe
Got a job on the line
Packing boxes just fine
When bubble wrap appeared, no lady
Minions.
Mischievious little senseless brats
They don't even have a hat,
They lack a pretty good eyesight
Glasses , they mostly wear day and night;
Round and big glasses make them appear geeks,
But to be honest,they are nonsense freaks,
To find a villain who has a criminal job
Came the representatives(of the minions) Kevin and Bob,
They went to explore here and there
Many difficulties they had to bear,
In some places cool and hot
Kevin grew tall,Bob remained short,
Once their clothes blew in the breeze
And then turned out to be dungris
These fellows in dungris finally came through
An ultimate villain named Gru,
Worked under stupid scientist Dr Nefario
Who loved listening to the stereo,
With all the minions and Dr Nefario in his fist
Ranked Gru on the top of the villains list,
Spreading crime here and abroad
Became unseemly despicable Gru with his minion squad.
PS: I did' nt much idea about these minions.Thanks to my son Master SAAD for helping me to compose this poem.Did'nt know that minions are cute.
Contest:Minions.
Sponsor:Silent One.
24.02.2016
On a night sable, my door hastily thrown
abducted in a rush by one-eyed loonies,
neon- yellow skin reflecting oval heads
whisking me in a shuttle, circling far away.
Taken to a realm where their master reigned,
impish a jabber, worse than 'Nanu, Nanu ,'
stuttering words, a version of 'Yabba daba doo!'
until minions got enticed by my own Beyonce tune.
While I hummed some more, they gathered in peace
their nimble fingers reading my human mind.
But as time was running out for an escape,
everyone heard the despotic lord, groaning aloud
dressed in a chrome-like armor, totally grim
ordering the puppets, his slaves for my deadly fall.
Instead, all minions clobbered this evil one
as the land of orbit grew warm in sunset's kiss,
happy loonies practicing new lyrics, Beyonce's song.
2/26/2016
Minions Contest sponsored by Silent One
OH NO! We're all alone again.
No Master to tell us when
or even what we must do
We're all sad and feelin' blue.
Can someone give us a suggestion,
point us in the right direction
in our search for a new boss?
Without one, we Minions are at a loss.
If anyone can hear our voices
please tell us what are our choices.
Come closer, we won't bite
You won't satisfy our appetite.
Would you help in our search?
Don't tell us to look in a church.
That's not the kind of dominion
to find a new leader for a Minion.
We're not telling you lies.
Are you afraid because of our eyes?
Well, you don't have to frown!
Stop it, or we'll smack you down!
Kevin said, No. It's not good to be bad
like our old masters who were mad.
No more naughty corner for us, boys.
No more evil masters treating us like toys.
We may be little and yellow
but that's no reason to abuse a fellow.
Time to find a good Master.
One who won't make us create disaster.
YES! Let's go tell the other Minions
we've greased our brain pinions.
We'll not be 'impish guys."
Maybe those bananas made Stuart wise.
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They're still roaming all about
seeking a Master who isn't a lout.
Good luck, Minions; when you've found the one
keep making silly movies and having fun.
I hope the new Master they find
will be good to them, gentle and kind.
It would end their blue depression
and maybe their naughty acts of aggression.
These days those cuties of a single cell,
sometimes still raise a little bit of hell.
The Minions always make me laugh.
Maybe they'll send me their autograph!
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February 17, 2016
Minion Contest by: Silent One
an army
prepares for battle
I share my picnic
5/21/2016
Summer 3 Contest
Today, my homepage was deceitfully defiled
I had a visitation without any brotherly love
Her actions were similar to those of a child
Calling ME a troll, with a push and a shove
Without provocation or any hint of warning
She soiled upon my precious front stoop
Her vitriol was left for me here this morning
A pile of stinky doody is in my Poetry Soup
Her accusations were wrong, hurtfully made
Misinformed is what she said that I was
She's another minion who was easily swayed
I guess Forest was right, stupid is as stupid does
In this village of minions-
we seal our thoughts away,
trying to be something we aren't-
how despicable you say.
the white rat that is larger than life
clamping down on the fragile roses,
to find weed that glows the mind
and burns-0 the old buildings that must die.
the red snake sleazily gone by,
into the pub where drinks are unpaid-
not at least when coins are dispensed
without the presence of conscience.
the roads that wind together to form
a blockade against leisure time,
the broken phrases teachers use
when the complete would do much less.
the turban bandits that came from
healers,the chief vanguards of slavery,
history's many white bones and ash-
in some river they pass under us,
the dying nights when days are lived
too full,the dropped eyes that watches
the shadow instead of the man-
the water whose reflection is us.
the branch of a tree in the city
is breaking,nothing
will replace that little thing again-
we learn to look at big pictures;for they lie better.
"Millions of minions, pinioned by their sickened dominions,
asking for the opinions of popular Virginians who reside
in the capitals and Capitol of our nation's vacant soul!--
Millions of minions in search of a perch, it can be white
birch, black birch, or even a church, all looking for ways
to pad their padded pockets, it's all a rigged game in the
game of loaded dockets!"
"Excuse me sir...
But will you sit down and please shut up--
Now's not the time for civilian positions on race, religion,
or social conditions; it's best you put a lid on it because
in here there's absolutely only one opinion to which you
better da'mn well listen--
There's no talking in the theater! Now be a good Minion
and enjoy the show."
February 17, 2016