Best Oversize Poems
blueberries are not an option
oversize strawberries, maybe.
16 pack
of pop-tarts
the workers look worried
or weary
worn down by the woman who taps on her wrist-watch
with her forefinger
her painted mask forms a frown
her eyebrows are more aggressive
flashing lights
spilled onto the glossy floor tiles
the shelves are soaked in strange
i am invisible
avoiding intentional eye-contact
content to be
a casual observer
unnoticed by an acquaintance
out of context
unaccustomed to our bodies without barriers
beside the cereal boxes i wonder
if i look different behind bullet-proof glass
fat-free or chocolate 2%
there is no middle-ground
but i prefer the color blue to brown
so the choice is made easier
by arbitrary affections
this is where college students
collect the contents of their refrigerators
this is where bananas
are available after midnight
on a thursday
or is it friday?
all i can say is that it doesn’t matter much
in this fluorescent fantasy land
everything is affordable
especially time
because wages are waning
and the hunger will never cease.
Categories:
oversize, america, anxiety, food, society,
Form:
Free verse
She's in love with the sound of her own voice
The pitch the tone the octave
Her one favorite topic is herself
She loves her audience captive and attentive
Their politeness is nothing short of adoration
Convinced there's no topic more worthy of the podium
She pictures herself filling the city stadium
Why else would she practice delivering monologues
She constantly craves to hear echoes of applause
Won't entertain the thought of nothing less
Imagining thunder of roaring standing ovations
She's bold she's grand she's totally delusional
Many have tried to break her but she's steady won't back down
She stands tall like a medal winning million dollar baby
She's always been daddy's girl and can do no wrong
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on February 20, 2020
Categories:
oversize, confidence, father daughter, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
A childhood dream - see them and feel,
My superheroes, thought they were real:
Superman, the man of steel
Batman on his wheels
Spider-man on his tightest suit
The oversize body of Incredible Hulk.
With He-man's masculinity
I dreamed I was her leading lady;
The X-men had added to my illusion -
Be among the students of the professor:
Wolverine, my deepest crush
Cyclops eyes' made me blushed
Gambit, simply the best
Beast, to add on the list.
Now I'm fully grown up and realization has come,
That superheroes are just artificial
I've known people never thought I'd met
The real heroes of my life, not to forget.
Categories:
oversize, life
Form:
List
A cry came out of Charleville ... "Please help our bilby mate!
Extinction is now on the cards, let's save him from this fate."
This little Aussie battler, folks, is disappearing fast.
Five other species have now gone; this bandicoot's the last.
Since European settlement it's lost its former range,
Man's pastoral activities have brought about the change.
Along with altered habitat, which one might think enough,
The fox and cat and rabbit too have made life pretty tough.
Its innocent-like face is cute and bandicoot pink nose,
But how those ears seem oversize and, yes, there're two of those.
Its coat is soft, light grey and tan, with a tail that's black and white.
This critter's somewhat rabbit size, who mostly hunts at night.
Nocturnal is the word I think and satisfies its needs
By dieting on insects, fruit, some spiders, bulbs and seeds.
It shelters through the daylight hours in burrows underground,
But if you'd hoped to see one folk they're not so eas'ly found.
They have a few in W.A., the Territ'ry's some too;
Endangered now in Queensland though, they're rather far and few.
So Frank and Pete both raised their hands to help the bilby out
And figured with the nation's help they'd turn their plight about.
In Currawinya National Park they'll build a netting fence,
Around some scrub where they can breed and come to their defence.
The word has got around it seems, folk gather to the fray;
From product sales and gen'rous gifts that fence is on the way.
So take a bow both Frank and Pete and all you Aussies who,
Dug deep to lend a helping hand; the world has need of you.
There's still a few things left to do, so spread the word about;
Perchance we'll save our bilby mate, of that I have no doubt.
Categories:
oversize, animals, nature, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
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My dear miss Camella, you move with such grace,
And your lips are so sweet, flies swarm round your face
When you first smiled at me, i foolishly grinned.
Then you puffed out both cheeks, and loudly broke wind.
Like a ship of the desert, with a camel hair coat.
Just letting off steam, with a double bass note.
It was love at first sight, despite all of my spots.
For the touch of my leopard skin, gave you the hots.
I love how you swagger, on oversize feet.
While those knobbly knees, makes my heart skip a beat.
Or the way that you squint, with a glint in your eyes.
When you spit from ten paces, and pick off sand flies.
Well now i must tell you, i'm going to propose,
If you will say yes, and wear my ring through your nose.
We could be a couple, and create our own kid.
While it would be unique, to raise a goofy hybrid.
I'm sure that we could, if we tried very hard.
Well, whoever has heard of a camelopard.
Please don't take the hump, i'm not having a laugh.
But maybe our baby, could be a giraffe.
So my dearest Camella, please make me your beau.
I am yours, ever faithful, your handsome Leo.
11/ 5/ 2017.
If it is of interest to anyone, a camelopard is an archaic
word for a giraffe.
Categories:
oversize, funny love, nonsense,
Form:
Couplet
My owners call me horse
You'd think I was barnyard watch dog
Fancy that. My spot beneath a shaded guava tree
Face rustic oversize shack with wide veranda
Where they rock. They watch me feed
Where green grass grow, where fowls and pigs stray
Feasting on ripe guavas, some bounce off my back
I don't mind that; not even the weight of my owner
Or his wife, riding me on certain days -
Wild smell of their plantation cling to me
They'd groom me from ticks, and feed me well
But their adopted son knew unsavory tricks
He'd grin, tickling parts of me with a bamboo stick.
One morn my owners stayed so long
I felt out of place, tormented by and by
That mischievous boy reached and pulled my tail
A horse knows only one way to kick
So an awful lick made him shout. He was out
From across the road, one hurried half stunned.
Sun at its zenith sat and watched
It was I, carrying my tormentor on my back
Seemed I walked a million miles
So he could be seen by a Doc
We walked and walked, until
Rain clouds cautioned us to turn back.
Day after day, I would watch Reggie at a distance
Sitting, staring, staying his hands straight.
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Sponsor... Matt Caliri
Contest Name...'Back To The Barnyard'
Date...3-14-16
Categories:
oversize, abuse, anger, change, growing
Form:
Verse
Look at that monkey over there!
Can someone tell me what he is wearing?
Is that not an oversize Agbada he's wearing?
Yeaaaah! look at his shoes, are they really shoes?
His 'fila' falling here and there,
Is that how a normal human dresses?
The neck of his Agbada is on his shoulder and
He is putting on the cloth on its back,
The embroiding is visible to his skin.
The sokoto sags to his waist like a prisoner in th US;
Can you see his displayed pants?
Oh! No! Not again.
Can you watch the way he dances without his legs?
Is that how a natural human dance?
Does his teeth looks like that of a man or woman?
Maybe he belongs to the Animatician' Kingdom.
Yeaaaaaah! I have seen his buttock!
He is a monkey with a human buttock!
He is a monkey fashioned from the animal kingdom!
But, I have seen him once in the government house,
He was painted as the president of the country.
So many of them have joined the animal farm!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
All the money he acquired should have make him better or even finer!
Does he have no mirror in his room?
Hmmmmmmmmh!
I can not put on Agbada again if those
That wears it always look like monkeys.
Watch out for his shoes!
There is gum under it!
Make sure he is thoroughly searched before he leaves otherwise, you will lose all your money to his gummed shoes that he put on.
Those monkeys in your party are wiser than you think.
Once they get hold of your fortune, they embezzle it, so becareful here!
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
Categories:
oversize, africa, art,
Form:
Light Verse
Urban legend now bared to the bone
Yet its trademark can no larger store clone
No glossy signs, spacious lots fealty to hone
But in colloquial parlance a tradition has grown
Larger Discount stores with dignity stand alone
Corner grocery, its squalid tenement doth bemoan
Manicured plots, concentric lots posh boutiques tone
Corner mart encased in fragile clapboards; skyscrapers of stone
Dilapidated phone booth anchors the curbstone
Squeaky door, bristling bell on entry doth groan
Large retailers, in furnished bakeries bake cakes, fancy scones
Mom and Pop, in one-stove kitchens; yeast rolls, cornbread pone
Serious browsers in large retailers with oversize carts spendthrift prone
At corner store, single-minded shoppers poach sustenance, then are gone
Large franchise with hefty profits and in fertile market sown
Corner grocer in depressed neighborhood; indebted to Savings & Loan
Categories:
oversize, business,
Form:
Rhyme
I hate how you hurt her
You with your brains inside out
gray fragile thing.
You look like a grossly oversize
condom
mostly wrung out.
Slap you and hit
make you cry.
Your silence and stare
skin of your bones.
Cry baby, Cry baby
cut open our hearts
and scream yourself in.
Categories:
oversize, birth,
Form:
Free verse
Tessa's Thighs
Hey Tessa babe come and kill me with your sexy oversize thighs! The CIA is after you. Reason: your oversize thighs! I see you in your cut down jeans. So awesomely fecking sexy.
See the curve of your tailpipe where there's no material, your table top lips tight against the fabric curtains. You need a licence for your sweetie leisure centre body. You age 170.
I know many men who want a piece of you. I do. As does my wife. How will you both be, between one another's thighs on the river? Your dear darling do not moan that you have a top body, ace thighs and no licence to use it.
I'll give you false ID so I can legally use you, be between your hot oversize cupboards my dear Tessa. You'll enjoy your pussy cat bite being nibbled and my big cockerel up your light bulb. Over and over again.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Categories:
oversize, eulogy, imagination, surreal,
Form:
Verse
Simon strolled nonchalant through narrow hall
not a care did he reveal.
Occasionally venting his wild cat call
demanding his evening meal.
This Pixie-Bob was lean from head to toe
with extended pointed ears and padded paws.
He was every eligible female’s beau
even respected for his half-inch claws.
His large-round, almond-gold eyes
could stare a mouse to sleep.
His sleek body may seem oversize
when curled up in a heap.
Around his neck is a fluff of mane
thick- wiry but soft to touch.
On my chair back he does reign
when strutting gets to be too much.
He’s the cat’s meow no doubt
gentle is his nature, love his game.
He often takes time to spout
and proudly flaunt his ceaseless fame.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Eighth Place Winner ~ "Cat Tales” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Jan. 16, 2010
This is about my Pixie-Bob Simon and describes him to a tee.
Categories:
oversize, animals
Form:
Rhyme
in part
ample portions
inflate the proportions
to up-size me to oversize,
not trim
Categories:
oversize, food, self,
Form:
Cinquain
minimus and maximus,are two special cats of note,
one has short wiry fur,the other a long coat,
mini as you may gather,she's all skin and bone,
maxi on the other hand weighs in at half a stone.
for twins they are like chalk and cheese,
no two things are the same,
she is sleek and boisterous,he's just fat and untame.
mini is cute and cuddly,
maxi's an elephant on the prowl,
she will purr at you quite softly,
he'll just thunder and growl.
mini fit's through the cat flap, maxi is way oversize,
she will give your hand a tap,
he'll bring tears to your eyes,
mini can climb the curtains and swing from off the pole,
maxi can't do anything,but he'll give his eyes a roll.
she goes into the garden to chase the butterflies,
he is laid on the patio,well thats no big surprize,
but for all their faults they're special,
as special as can be,
cos these are the two little kittens,
that were bought for my brother and me.
Categories:
oversize, animals, children, , cute,
Form:
Verse
Upon this fairly scribal yet oversize,
Very squarish or rectangular tablet,
Do I scribble and scrawl these very words,
And those of the completeness of at least a brace,
A twain, a pair of poems, though
These are, after a fashion, hardly meet.
Albeit, they are not so ill-fitting for all of that.
They are good poems, those I've today
And herein written;
Yet to themselves, they ascribe all
Manner of different motives,
Emotions and motifs.
Yet I purpose not hereby and herewith to delineate
All the consequent, attendant minutiae compassing those
Works; no, my purpose herein is to
Fashion a poem much less circumspect,
Summary, and oddly essayistic
Than quondam ones, yet in so doing
I've partly failed-no matter.
Yet this poem and those indited formerly,
They weren't inscribed beneath some large,
Tyrannous, blindingly refulgent
Saharan sun;
Nor were they beneath the caliginous caul of the night
Scrawled hereon, nay;
It was my oddest delight to compose these at a time of day
Quite interstitial to those abovementioned.
Yet some inky darkness even now depends
And lends its crepuscular, darksome weight to the entire tableau:
That of a poet-writer over his tablet,
Head bent low. Yet, a dichotomy, I find, crops up
Herein, as a more modern meaning of tablet coexists
With that upon which I actually, diligently write
This: Which is merely a glorified book of notes.
Categories:
oversize, art,
Form:
He looks so small
Huddled in the doorway
Curled up tightly
To keep out the cold.
Head tucked down
In oversize jacket,
Life so young,
Yet worn out and old.
His identity in the
Carrier bag he clutches
The world on his shoulders,
Weighed down with care.
Just one of society’s
Many lost children
Tossed out of her arms
And abandoned to despair.
Yet while he sits
In makeshift haven
To protect his existence
His only goal,
Fate steps in,in the guise
Of passing stranger
Whose kindly smile
Belies an empty soul....
On a lonely hillside
Lies a small body,
Abused and broken
But no longer alone,
For in the warm soil
Between trees and bracken
Mother Earth cradles
One of her own.
Categories:
oversize, society, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme