Best Poetic Licence Poems

I’ve renewed my poetic licence
Just hope it won’t ever expire

Poetry has become a bit of an addiction
My words can be fact or they could be...

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Poetic Licence

I've been granted my Poetic Licence,
Which allows me to write as I find.
Exaggeration here, embellishment there,
A free spirited open mind.

With vivid inspired imagination,
I see...

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Shadow Play

While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical...

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My hubby just fell out of bed
He banged his elbow and his head
Now I can hear groaning
Expletives and moaning
I’m certain that he isn’t dead!

Only the...

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Misleading, minacious maze now thwarted,
eschews stealth as sandal-clad steps resound.
Determined and dour, destiny draws near;
completing this quest: forever renowned.

Stygian sky grants a much-welcomed boon:
conformable clouds...

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A vindictive old crone called Skyla
Her comments could not be more vile’a
She will give folk such flack
Stabbing them in the back
Well 'madam' I don’t like...

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This Valentine’s, cupid may fail
No flowers or cards in the mail
Our postie called Mike
Joined colleagues on strike 
Their actions are beyond the pale!

Our postal workers...

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I prepare myself for a deep relaxing bath
but that dratted spider was out to have a laugh

As I pour scented bubble bath into the water
Spidey...

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Spring's arrived at last, she wears her green dress
as I go rambling on lush verdant hills
This season's so special I will confess
I pick some beautiful...

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How to ride a jetksi I don’t know
But my rucksack’s packed and I must go
To see a gal across the Irish Sea

Spent five grand on...

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I can’t always remember what I said
So maybe these may be words you’ve already read
But once I get a line in my head 
I can’t...

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History has often shown, that with acumen,
the sword pales in comparison to a Poet’s pen!
It cuts, not as does the sword forged from steel,
but with...

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He wanted to go and catch scallops
gets into a boat called a shallops*
He didn’t look at the time
And had committed a crime
It’s into the court...

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In history one can read of an earlier time,
When poetry and lyrics written in rhyme,
Were commonplace.  A travelling band
Of troubadours would wander the land,
Writing...

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An English teacher named Rosie
Thought one of her pupils was dozy
He’d cribbed off the web
From a man in Zagreb
The language he’d used was too prosy!


In...

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