Best Pout Poems
You got a duff gift from your ‘mate’
Too large, in a colour you hate
It simply won’t fit
You’ll never wear it
No nookie mate now you can wait!
12~28~14
A Quintain Christmas - Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 3rd place~
Kicking Santa is not nice to do.
Chuck Norris has replaced him, 'tis true.
You'd better not pout,
or a swollen snout,
and a stocking of whoop-ass for you!
12/21/14
Contest: A Quintain Christmas
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
How lovely you look
in that perfect dress you chose
rosy lips, in pout
lit smile likened to love's dawn
that would be heart's best day won
were it my hand that held yours
If no diamonds Ill try not to pout
For that’s not what Christmas is all about
Ill take Zirconium
Though its a Phonyium
But in the bedroom there could be a drought
Just kidding of course...
I told her, ‘You’d better not pout,
But Santa has left us both out;
Although it annoys:
He’s broken our toys
And slipped on a stray Brussell sprout.’
For Andrea’s Quintain contest
I tell you, girl, it’s better not to pout
Some tasty treats I have for you in store
I'm Santa's helper with a member stout
Unlike poor Santa, I can give much more
I'm sure in bliss my name you'll scream and shout!
For Andrea’s Quintain Christmas Contest
Sicilian Quintain contest written in Iambic Pentameter
January 2, 2015
The Rugby World Cup Sevens girls
Made Marmite ladies lose their curls
Vegemite bossed
So England lost
Australia went home with the pearls
She plasters it on thick
Bleaches ,curls and glues
Draws on and colours in
Products galore she does use
After hours of beautification
She squeezes into a tiny short dress
Huge breasticles on display
Bum cheeks peeking out to impress
Now for the selfie photo shoot
Complete with sexy poses and pout
She is finally ready to leave
Her only destination McDonalds drive through and out!!
"Potent Pout"
lips are warm and toasty
waking to your eyes
canvasing my face
as afterglow of Sun
at twilight time
dancing to love's music
as your arms enfold my waist
lips pouting to taste
melting steps of stars
into perfect rhyme.
lips are sweet and sultry
singing to soft melodies
words of tenderness
emitting pure emotion
as waves cascading ocean
lips lament devotion
building dreams and desires
uplifting to inspire
in expressions of deepest love.
lips are moist and mellow
sleeping to the sound of breathing
love notes caressing my cheek
safe within the confines of your heart
content as fire smolders in passions peak
as embers burning forever
seedling for two turtledoves so unique.
lips are potent and pouty
*For Carol Brown's LIPS ...
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweethearet" of P.S.
*July 14, 2012.
Standing alone in a festive crowd,
silent tears falling
to
the
ground
amid
the
gaiety
rising cheerfully loud
Twisted emotions is a troubling soothe
When out of the corner of your teary pout,
you notice her
compassionately looking at you
Then she comes your wintry worn way,
and offers a warm and gentle snowflake hello
Such butter sweet kindness
melts the pain in your pretzel heart
Still, she goes one step above
the Good Samaritan royal standard
of delivering cherubic wingspan comfort
She taste the salt of your suffering
with her naked fingers
Ungloved ... her bare hand
feels the long cold
settled in the hope shortened pulses within
She delicately senses that
you’re fragilely hanging on to the joy of living
And she intuitively knows ... with a frosted eyelid twinkling,
you’re in desperate need of a lonely holiday saving friend
Someone who will patiently hear the leaven fears,
and help tenderly
with the cordial unbending
of a sad, winding path —
Sorrows fraught with tears over the frozen years
A long, long time ago, there was
a Princess Maria who was spoiled,
whenever she didn't get her way
she pouted until her lips protruded
as if asking to be kissed,
her ladies-in-waiting called her
the Princess of Pout, a young royal
who thought of nothing but herself.
One day, while visiting her rose garden,
a frog jumped upon her shoulder,
with protruding green lips he asked for a kiss,
irritated, she brushed him off with her hand,
how dare that ugly frog ask for such a thing,
she being a princess of royalty would never
kiss someone beneath her, especially a frog.
The horrendous idea made her lips protrude more,
her nose wrinkled until all her nose hairs shown,
glancing at her reflection pool she noticed a tall
and handsome knight in shiny green armor standing
next to her smiling away with protruding lips,
was this her prince charming waiting to be kissed?
Without a thought she turned to him and gave him
a kiss which lasted a lifetime and forevermore,
as the centuries moved on, the rose garden and
reflection pool stayed the same except for
a stone statue of a young woman kissing a frog
which she holds in her hand with pouting lips,
protruding slightly.
February 10, 2017
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
Being a professional listener has its perk
Sometimes I hear both sides and I am astounded.
They both portray the other one as a big jerk.
All of their accusations are pretty unfounded.
I listen and I nod, being insanely nice.
These are consenting adults, so they could quickly fix it.
All they have to do is talk to each other more than twice.
I try to get them together so they can mix it.
They hem and they haw, pout and slam doors sometimes.
It is not pleasant to see. Ridiculous actually.
It is easy to turn their behaviors into one of my rhymes.
They need to grow up and be the best adults they can be.
There you are
Mad at me
Again
What I must do
To tell you
That I am just playing
Lol
When do you ever learn
That an eye plus an eye
Are not four eyes?
I can see only my eyes
Or is it your eyes I see
But it’s definitely not four eyes
So play with my rule okay?
Lol too funny
He was a Mean Scout,
This showing with a pout,
His Upper Lip and The Lower out:
Just finer than a pig’s snout!
He was a Coarse Scout,
Readiness showing for a bout,
With knees at the mercy of gout;
An eagerness to a rival rout!
But should a well-groomed scout
The slogans of The Rash tout;
An integrity leave in doubt;
Shoulders rub with a lout…
Sacrosanct rules of scout
Flippantly flout?