Best Poll Poems
A farmer drove into town.
Some posters made him frown.
They said, "Go to the Poll".
He said,"In the pasture below?"
"Right now, they're standing a'chowin'".
(To understand this limerick, you must understand that a polled cow has no horns from birth)
Categories:
poll, animal, political,
Form:
Limerick
Are you going to tie me up to a poll,
put me in the sky
and give me air like a flag
or
are you going to let me
love you.
Tallan J Bent (c) 11.08.2009 03:25Hrs
Categories:
poll, life, lost love, loveme,
Form:
Free verse
The last breath
The last death
The last phone call
The last fall
The last funeral
The last burial
The last roll
The last poll
The last smile
The last style
The last flight
The last rite
The last crap
The last stop
Alas! Somewhere
There is a last
That we can bear
We need the past
To move on in life
After a barmy gaffe
We weep and we laugh
As we sail solo on the life raft.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
poll, betrayal, farewell, flying, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
Now, rarer than a virgin
By a very wide margin
And being forced to take Eagle’s flights
From polling stations of Ugly fights.
In many countries
Being hanged on their tallest trees
And given a cause to grip ‘The Rescuing Near’
All the time wearing some bitter tear
Free-and-fair Election
Needs the greater protection
Of Transparent-Election-Promoting pictures
And Political- Sanity-Restoring lectures…
Camera-brandishing foreign observers!
And Democracy’s fiercer preservers!
Inconsolably begins to weep
As the polls draw nearer
It, unfailingly going down the deep
With the manipulations of every flag bearer.
A headache-lot worrying the United States,
When kicked around by other states
But lately her name nearly dragging in the mud,
When her forty-sixth presidential appeared to have gone mad.
Now, why would elections be fair
Covetous Eyes on victory, the snare
Year by year elections
To continue dying in the arms of advance elections?
Not in itself, giver of good governance
When on the cherished seat balances a mere Breathing Thing
With that unleashing a painful endurance of a four-year Administrative Nothing.
Categories:
poll, betrayal, community, education, political,
Form:
Rhyme
its up to you
this you must do
get there
so your aware
don't just stare
its our gold
FINE OUT
WHERE'S YOUR
VOTING POLL
Categories:
poll, betrayal,
Form:
Light Verse
If one was to poll Americans nation wide
and ask them if they supported apartheid.
Most would defiantly deny and say,
but their our allies..
If we asked most Americans do we need a
wall, to bar people of color from coming here at all?
Should we only let in those that resemble our kin
regardless of the circumstances they are in?
Would we crowd them in ghettos where resources
were lacking but have our government keep on taxing?
What if we made them carry id cards, to police their
travels, and from areas we barred?
If we ask most Americans with our national sense
of pride, why are we still complicit in this Gaze an genocide?
Categories:
poll, america, perspective, rights, war,
Form:
Political Verse
After taking a new poll in southern Siam
She locked the papers in a vault, tight as a clam
When they asked her why
She said with a sigh,
"Because a poll vaulter is what I am!"
Categories:
poll, silly, word play,
Form:
Limerick
Leap Year's "poll" vault
Olympic primary trials
Push-over leaps by party default
others limp away with denials.
Sis boom bah; blah, blah, blah,
"poll'-itics and the media.
Categories:
poll, 11th grade, political,
Form:
Rhyme
On an eve in February,
As I placed my gears I peruse
What words I have lying around,
What comes to me so heavily
Is the memory of my old crushed car.
So why did my foot go forward not backward
And why did the flivver slap the old telephone pole,
And throw me against my face.
Just why did I do that,
Just why did Son 2 think he must put down his mighty foot?
I (almost unconsciously) lie against my back,
What is the next step, I am vilified, shattered,
Fingers pointing, she is old as I
How long, how inconvenienced will I be?
How dependent am I, am I?
Categories:
poll, 9th grade, february,
Form:
Free verse
Voters turn consumers
Using their votes
To buy money
At the poll markets
Categories:
poll, environment, evil,
Form:
Free verse
be at the door
if you poor
still go
like before
we need golds
as your told
pick quick
at the
VOTEING POLL
S
Categories:
poll, adventure, appreciation,
Form:
Light Verse
this you should know
as you go
am the brick wall
incase you fall
if you carry heavy load
and about to fold
can't make your gold
AM YOUR LEANING
POLL
Categories:
poll, caregiving
Form:
he came with a bag
its was sag
fiill with gifts and toys
for little girls and boy
now he full fill his gold
drop that load
its back
a fact
SANTA AND THE NORTH POLL
Categories:
poll, absence, adventure, angel,
Form:
Light Verse
The Poll That Matters
By Franklin Price
11/6/2018
At last the poll that matters
Has reached its final day
The end of midterm mayhem
When we voters have our say
Pat yourself upon your back
If you already made your choice
Made your mark for who you want
Had your “We the People” voice
If not, be sure you take the time
To get out and vote today
Don't bother later to complain
If you did not have your say
Categories:
poll, patriotic, political,
Form:
Rhyme
The unveiling confusion, infirmity,
the stars align with impunity.
To mock with signs
for seasons maligned in perpetuity.
The whore gives a peep-showing
no integrity, no humility.
The curtain draws open triple x,
Priestess in bold neon, font
sirens of the Media Multiplex
singing, dancing in seductive song.
Stars of staged and screened.
Alien dialect, speaking ambiguity,
all Nightmare at Christmas season long.
Oscars Wilde nativity clip clip scene.
Selling vintage vaults in Lots of salt,
veins of carotid archery,
Taught high strung looking back,
strung along by drafts for the daft;
washed with eros triggering
nostalgicfibromyocardier celebrity endorsery.
In Pyrotechnicolor- Fantasia -feastiality.
**** burns Fairytail obscenity,
for Toddlers, infants and Teens.
Minds in utter solution,
feeding abreast of endoctrinating ***********
matching the strike of keroscene tik tok meme.
Hookers-hooking the onlooking hungry
for Hunger Games
in Running Man, Bloodsport Jeans.
Categories:
poll, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme