Best Pom Pom Poems
She is the super girl of poetry soup a cute
who through her limericks renders us mute
How can I resist a giggle when she writes
or helps me to sully my new tights
She is a lovely presence and I wish her well
if anyone here objections it won't jell
We are a site of beauty not one of snooty
so shake out your pom pom, give a hooty
Its Christmas a time for love words of essence
Jan, I'm glad your here and that you got presence
Lets give the girl a cheer today write a limerick
for her that is funny one with kick,
"FANCY SCHMANCY"
One day I met a fancy schmancy girl named Jan
and when it came to the funnies, oh how she ran
like an underwear on fire
yes, she's the girl for hire
if you want poop in your underwear then read
her crunchy lines, she leaves a laughter seed
for all....
xoxoxoxxo
Dec 10, 2018
Categories:
pom pom, friendship love,
Form:
Rhyme
pom pom hollyhocks
seven feet tall and frilly~
a strong wind their end
____________________________
June 27, 2015
Poetry/Haiku/pastel summer tapestry
Copyright Protected, ID 15-6847-67-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Traditional Haiku,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
10th Place
Categories:
pom pom, beauty, flower, wind,
Form:
Haiku
I was a successful, fashionable florist, in mild green days of elegant gardens,
When an orange sun beamed its pleasure, like locales where lavender begins.
I formed arrangements for many occasions, drawing beauty lovers from afar,
As pretty planets arrange for a meeting, after wild rumors of the newest star.
And crowded hours were filled with summer, like pearly dews crowd morning,
Until ruby butterflies are playing tag, and gemmed damselflies are swarming.
Friends felt I might always be found, in some area of flush bloom fragrancies,
Like raven midnight's march to daybreak, with its warm, varicolored agencies.
Fond family held festive feasts, in fading hours of sparkly, fuchsia sun falling,
As whippoorwill songs clashed with red robin's, midst magenta stars gawking.
I lived in the house of tangy, saturated noon, when flowers were in full glory,
Like the most beautiful day of a woman's life, when a bride she's come to be.
Scarlet, saffron and other hues glittered, within the soulful sector of summer,
As starlings sang songs along my street, and sun rose and retired, a stunner!
Neighbors were nomadized at times, as honeydew moon nestles in new night,
When visiting me on eves of silk and satin, when fresh June was at its height.
Silver clouds were saddled with summer sun, in suddenly days of sweet rose,
Like grey encumbering smoke from autumn fires, when in plum mists it flows.
Raven noon was in green treetops, as the inarticulate ravens were squawking,
And fading time seemed to stand still, but ephemeral moments kept walking.
One day I woke to a gorgeous view from my window, daisies pink and yellow,
In the wide field right next to my house, glowing in the rich, sunshine mellow!
It put such a smile on my face, oh my! Like flocks of pretty blue jays going by,
And I kept seeing daisies everywhere I went, like a pearlescent moon on high!
I beheld African daisies and shasta, and pom pom-like chrysanthemum ones;
Along with fine lustrous gerberas, in all colors found, in wild green kingdoms.
I wondered at my strange, good fortune, in seeing beloved blooms anywhere;
Like the young, butterscotch days when Mother said, 'We're going to the fair!'
For awhile, I saw sweet daisies by day, and it seems I dreamt daisies at night;
Like a brief mystic spell of rapture, when hidden beauty's freed from its plight.
Categories:
pom pom, beautiful, fantasy, flower, imagery,
Form:
Couplet
Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and see my shoes from above
My hair dances to the beat and the room grows smaller
As I fly away into space
I see the same things over and over and over and over
Little, burning, british styled cottages
What is it I’m waiting to see?
I dive into a cloud in search of what I know I will not find
My back aches as I reach for that I don’t know what;
I think I’m getting closer.
Over over here the air seems to be sweater
That, I think, is a sign I’m near.
It’s grimy, I’m flying on my tiptoes now. Tiptoes.
A ghost of sugar approaches me, with the sun as a head
I follow its finger and its mysterious direction and swim away
There! I’ve seen it! My heart takes the melody over
It is me who commands the tune! Pom-pom, pom-pom…..
As I grasp it I wait and wait and linger and remain
For the explosion.
I don’t know what to expect, its wrapping so beautiful!
From here, I Jazz my way down and fall back into this painful black shoes
But all is better now;
I Samba the day with a smile smudged on my features
I know there is Salsa in this world!
Then I walk down the street, moving my body
The Polkaing fingers won’t stop
They’ve been accelerated:
Tra la la la.
Categories:
pom pom, allegory, confusion, imagination, nature,
Form:
Free verse
bang bang bang bang pow
night red, white, blue pom pom blooms
runaway dogs fear
7/5/2024
Categories:
pom pom, holiday,
Form:
Haiku
Come
with
a
smile,
come
with
a
wink
Come
to
the
land
of
pink
pink
pink
Imagine
yourself
as
a
pale
pink
fairy
wearing
an
earring
that's
a
pink
clip-
on
And
real
pastel
pink
petals
held
in
your
pinkie
pointing
to
the
pink
chink
glow
upon
the
horizon
at
dawn.
And
at
times
I
do
have
such
pinkish
dreams
where
everything
is
hued
in
pink
ice-
creams
where
I
own
a
fine
pink
cadillac
Parked
in
a
pink
house
festooned
with
pink
lilac
That
overlooking
a
pink
sea
ebbing
on
pink
pebbles
where
a
pink
moon
against
the
blues
in
a
pink
planet
rebels.
In
pink
colors
if
I
could
customize
'n'
personalize
my
world
So
pink
cushions
all
about
and
pink
curtains
unfurled!
My
birthdays
always
wish
for
pink
balloons
Oh
I
love
to
decorate
and
celebrate
with
pink
and
pink
festoons.
And
nature
lovers
could
watch
salmon
pink
flamingoes
who
stand
upon
one
leg
hiding
half
their
pink
toes.
Or
even
bunny
rabbit
eyes
in
bright
pink
glows.
Ah pink's so feminine,
think of pink hair pins
Pink lips 'neath two pink
blush cheeks
Right above those cute
chinny chins
or as buds in a rosebush
take pinkish peeks
I see as well baby pink
frocks
and frilled pink socks
and pink pom pom caps
upon golden locks
their pink sashes behind
them upon the walks
Ah I've always believed
and still I think
that pinkish is girlish and
girlish is pink.
Categories:
pom pom, color, planet, , cute,
Form:
Quatrain
Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock,
and, oh yes, in a dirty orange unrav'ling
woolen cap with flopping pom-pom.
Then he caught himself, a sudden vision
in that plate glass, and froze as one struck,
arms spread, splayed fingers for balance,
gaping at himself and his wobbling pom-pom.
And I too caught him, uncanny in the black
glass beyond a CLOSED sign, among
the white tablecloths.
And then, my god, he started to dance.
Well... Okay, more of a gaucherie than dancing.
Shuffling, spread-legged tottering (he'd a clubfoot, I noticed)
interspersed (and this is the point) with little
leaps; but now without progressing as
before (if progress is the right word
for going nowhere) along the wet sidewalk.
Minutes — or was it seconds? — he gaped and leapt
and danced while busy folk eddied round him.
Then a rain-beaded bus of limp-faced,
stippled tourists stopped right there,
and I lost him, the pom-pom man, who danced among
the tables of the Café Boulevard.
Well, it was for him, you see, a vision
(for me a far feebler thing, a philosophy)
grand as Milton, Dante, St. John the Divine,
oh, even St. Simeon in the Temple. The ecstasy
of an achieved leap ignores how high you rise
(pace Nijinsky, Nureyev, Barishnykov).
It's how low you started.
Categories:
pom pom, imagination, visionary,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Smoke ‘em if you got them.
Save the bottles for return.
That hippie needs a haircut.
What the hell’s a Lady Bird?
My Christmas tree had bubble lights,
My watch lit up at night.
Four-bits for my gasoline
And Cassius won the fight.
Music was a wall of sound.
A Stingray running fast,
Footsteps left upon the moon,
War’s ended, "Peace at Last".
Paychecks from the mills and mines,
From Ford and IBM.
Farming amber waves of grain
That’s how it was back then.
From all around on Friday nights
The hometown crowd, the football lights.
The pom-pom girls would dance and cheer,
I saw you there far so near.
And though my odds were slim & none
I had to try to make my run,
And never look back on the day
I had my chance and walked away.
The party went ‘til midnight,
Coors and California Dip.
The Ventures playing “Pipeline”.
You said “Let's do The Twist!”.
We dated first on New Year's Eve,
I looked into your eyes.
We tied the knot in April,
We made love until July.
But the world and I spun faster then,
You tried to be my rock.
Me, I acted like a fool.
You said “Its time we talk!“.
I thought I was your shining knight
And you my Perfect 10.
Why can't we get back to be just
Like we were back then?
Throughout time there’s joy and pain,
We can't expect things not to change.
When it was time to leave our mark,
Time after time I broke your heart.
The Texas sun goes down again.
A long day's work about to end.
Forty miles to drive back home
Flip on the light and drink alone.
Damned if I know why it all changed,
Wish I could tell you when.
I only wish that I could make it
Like it was back then.
Categories:
pom pom, break up, football, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
The pies are hot
The beer is cold
It must be Saturday afternoon.
Tomato sauce
Spills down my front
Both teams to show up soon.
The pom pom girls
The footy teams
In uniforms the same
Anticipation
Electrification
The ref's whistle starts the game.
Whether rugby or soccer
Or American footy
The ball is taken up hard
1st tackle made
Blood is sprayed
Tough men now play their cards
Among the sweat
Among the bets
A smile on every boys face
In wonderland
In fairyland
Wish they could trade their place
Exchanging fists
Not to be missed
The crowd now boos then cheers
Enjoying that they
Can have a say
Without retribution or fear.
It's full time now
Don't know how
The fun is over so soon
The pies are still hot
The beer is still cold
It must be Saturday afternoon.
Categories:
pom pom, sports,
Form:
Light Verse
BELLIS PERENNIS (Daisies)
deciduous bush
mop head pom-pom flower buds
infusion of leaves
RHODODENDRON
rhododendron shrub
leaves are spirally arranged
true perennial
BLOSSOM
sore cherry blossoms
pussy willow fluffy buds
coming of prosperity
Categories:
pom pom, flower, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Daphne a poodle is a very happy pup
With a pom-pom tail and a button nose
And two eyes filled with glee.
Daphne is a pedigree, a breed with energy.
She is made of curls from head to toe,
And the color of honey gold.
Daphne the poodle, she's lively as can be,
For when she's given her favorite toy
She begins to prance and play.
Look at Daphne go,
Running here and there and all around retrieving toys for you and me.
Woof Woof Woof
Woof Woof Woof
Catch me if you can.
She'll only pause a moment when she hears me holler, "Stop"
Then she begins to prance and play again, running all around.
Catch me if you can.
(* Rhythmically read like "Frosty The Snowman")
For the contest, 'Calling All Pets', Sponsored By SKAT-AB-SIN THE
Categories:
pom pom, dog, happiness, pets, song,
Form:
Free verse
Stepping stones covered with moss
Across the little stream they went to their spot
beside the tree that resembles an inverted pom-pom
Streamers looking like green elongated feathers
Weeping willow, crying joyous tears
Mint and ivory comforter spread out atop lush grass
A tisket a tasket, inside the green and yellow basket...
fresh cucumbers, celery, bell peppers, creamy guacamole,
sweet honeydew wedges, limeade to wash it all down
Hours went by...they grazed and gazed into each others eyes
The bayou heat created a green haze around them
Tired now, they laid on their backs and smiled at the same sky
Emerald heart shaped thought bubbles appeared over their heads
Few words needed to be exchanged, just being together, was enough
No greener pastures needed
3/1/16
Categories:
pom pom, green, romance,
Form:
Free verse
We drank cheap beer in a rusted out shed.
Buzzing before our 8:00AM English class.
Trying to be cool- to fit with the "Ins."
Instead, were becoming the wobbling outcasts.
Spinning further out from the golden Ins.
Ah the golden center.
Filled with jocks, cheerleaders.
A chorus line of silver thighs and golden pom poms.
Smiling at my pimpled insecurities?
But your long bomb popularity didn't stop that tree.
From slamming into your popularity.
It didn't move aside as you passed on by.
Like I used to move aside as you past by me.
You were popular in that narrow hallway of slow death called adolescence.
Now your football helmet is yellow and cracked.
Destined for a garage sale. Bottom shelf existence.
On the periphery of forgotten.
You with the pom poms and patented dimples.
Nowhere near that cocky cute kitten anymore.
Turned plump, pregnant, abandoned, aborted.
What happened to that sweet cotton tail and golden lips?
That used to pip "you'll never be with me".
Finally, after forty plus years.
You're lying with me ..figuratively.
Spread eagle atop pom pom mountain.
An outcast on the periphery of everything.
Categories:
pom pom, cute, pain, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
{"How ones life has been going on, keep writing hard times a sentence on, you can be a light switch off/on."} - Loverboi
The suffering of today echoes a mile away, do I puzzle over faith in Lord God in anyway
Wrongdoings I shall regret, no outline on knowing the street ropes, the street aided me astray
Puffing pom-pom opera's, tiny opera's bashed on a ash tray, like letting my life go a way
Clearly wasn't reasoning such a thing, the galaxy milky way, stellar universes, milking a pathway, inked a verse
Pin I pad it, weed I had it, Tobacco Free Florida has persuasion to educate it
Debit card on a manage, hindrances I'll damage, upon granted an advantage
Good old days wounded, wound size enlarges, shapes, and withes
As each day announces a rooster, poor kid's are birthed including a tumor
Family speaking, staring pointing to a spine, A rumor, what's not brought to a men's acknowledgement is a rumor
Online typing applications browsing jobs, visionary on helping a consumer
Heart is circumcised, pumping echoes suffer, improved days I fantasize
Seize a card, imprinted letters and digits, profit a debit card name discover
"To collect bravery to attempt a extreme risk"
As we now know time is a cover
Willingness to endure is undiscovered, eventually discovered, the lustful eyes, to a mortal visionary sight, is sightly recovered
Suffering returning, overturn, didn't have control over the birthed sperm
More I live, More I learn
Rejoicing in the absence of money, usually lending away money, comes a limit where we all master to be joyful in the absence of money
" Perhaps Next Time"
Financial stability, Be spent on necessities abilities
Silver and gold no yearning, handle responsibilities
Showing helpfulness, your faintness, one couldn't pack and run, families the bloodstream vein run
Common people turn like a driver test turn, pray the poorest days, pave runaways
Devotee in God, Jesus, one's own effort, visualizations, have no doubt
Have faith experiencing a miracle, faithless guaranteed tomorrow
Life advances to a beautifully visionary paved pathway
- Loverboi
Categories:
pom pom, longing, universe,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Lately, in my dreams
I'm doing backflips
On trampolines
Vaulting higher than high
Bouncing off
The springy sky
Free from gravity
Of worry
As the ground
Falls off my feet
I careen
To the beat
Of tambourines
Tail lashing
Lavender flashing
Pom-pom sized
Orange eyes
I'm as free
As I want to be
Lately, in my dreams.
5/08/19
Entered in 'Dial It Back' contest
Judged 6/5/19
Categories:
pom pom, dream, freedom, joy, sky,
Form:
Rhyme