Best Pouts Poems
Love is a feeling not words
To think otherwise would be absurd
But I'll do my best to explain
Although I'm sure it'll be in vain
He's as soft as a brief spring shower
He's the color in all of my flowers
He's my sun on a rainy day
He keeps me healthy at walk and play
When I'm sad he makes me smile
When I'm mad at him, he pouts like a child
When I'm happy he wags his tail
He's the wind that pushes my sails
In the dark he's the eyes that guide me
When I'm sick he lays beside me
He's my comforter on lonely nights
Lays sleeping quietly when I write
He's smarter than most human beings
Cause he's sees with his heart what I'm feeling
I cook him the meals he eats
And I tickle his freckled feet
Sometimes when I take a shower
He gets in under his own power
Then dries off rubbing a towel
Just like I taught him how
He wipes his dirty feet by the door on a rug
After going outside in the mud
At night he gives me a kiss
Then informs me if anything is amiss
He's the inspiration for the poems I write
And I love him with all of my might
He's not a dog or a pet, he's my friend
You see, I wouldn't be me without him
by Daniel Turner
For "Buddy"
Categories:
pouts, dedication, feelings, friend, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
old man
big plan
ladies
nineties
big t*ts (*i :)
will fit
toothless
bootless
his grief
no kiss
old date
your fate
time out
he pouts
Dedicated to Tom & Jan
02.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
pouts, humorous,
Form:
Footle
Galactic flashes pulse rainbow bold
bright neon waves flow into black holes.
Shooting stars ricochet through night skies
rings of Saturn cut loose and rise.
Drifting Sun sidesteps off center stage
Mercury blazes white hot, then fades.
Fat old Neptune looks bored and pouts
poor little Pluto wanders in and out.
Venus fusses, preoccupied with her looks
Mars tries too hard, Earth gets him off the hook.
Jupiter two steps, Uranus tries to prance
at the first ever annual Galaxy Dance.
Written on 8/25/2016
Categories:
pouts, dance, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Cat-suited and cute
Baring flesh to her navel
Her bronzed body
In wanting able
Wrists manacled
As her chest pouts
The needing of join
Her heart shouts
In tethered mode
With silken scarves
To her body delight
One caresses her curves
Her chest rises
Saluting his touch
His manly hands
Now in cupped clutch
Their lips meet
Tongues entwined
Tasting licking
De-vine in dine
Catsuit peeled
Down her wanting curves
Her eyes yearning
For his manly serves
As she lies there manacled
Hungering for their zest
His adventurous kissing
Starting from her breasts
Torso traversed
As her scents allure
Following her aroma
Heavenly pure
Her thighs, she holds
His manly shape
Eventually
His shadow drapes
Two engines tuned
To race in time
Revving hearts
In loving rhyme
Manacles opened
To feel her caress
Absorbing each other
Inner flowing finesse
Our sighs in rhythm
Kissing unites
Dove and her Highlander
Cat-suited delight
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php
Categories:
pouts, love, passion
Form:
Rhyme
Remember me (like this)…
A smile that made your heart
Feel lighter
A word that made your
Day brighter
An embrace you only wanted
To be tighter
Please remember me…
Like this
Forget the frowns
Forget the pouts
Forget the downs
The angry bouts
Forget the times
I wasn’t there
Forgive me for that
Frigid stare and…
Remember me like this…
A hug whenever you
Needed one
A back rub…
late at night
A place to go to
When you felt so low
A touch that felt
So right
Remember me…
The provider for the family
Companion always there
Old friend and confidante
Cuddly Teddy bear
Gentle soul with good intentions
A moral man who could not lie
Humble man with no pretensions
A man you can’t forget, even if you try
A stubborn man…I’ll give you this
A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss
A man always ready
with a tender kiss
So when, (and if…) you reminisce
Please remember me
…Like this…
Categories:
pouts, bereavement, emotions, farewell, forgiveness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I promise him the moon, but who really cares?
Charlie for sure finds my words hard to forget.
He pouts and he pleads, while I pull my hair,
then the tears come ‘cause his mind is all set.
Charlie for sure finds my words hard to forget,
the times I fail to fulfill what I've said.
Then the tears come ‘cause his mind is all set.
Tomorrow brings sorrow, what goes through his head?
The times I fail to fulfill what I've said,
I’m careless and put my own longings first
Tomorrow brings sorrow, what goes through his head?
Charlie suffers neglect and feels accursed.
I’m careless and put my own longings first;
he pouts and he pleads, while I pull my hair.
Charlie suffers neglect and feels accursed;
I promise him the moon, but who really cares?
written May 24, 2017
Categories:
pouts, children, parents, sorry, words,
Form:
Pantoum
// Apologies to all who do not follow the sport of baseball. My team is in the playoffs for the first time since 2006 and I wanted to celebrate the occasion //
fans came
big game
they scream
cheer team
the boys
love noise
gloves wield
on field
defense
makes sense
line drive
great dive!
ground ball
close call
third strike
we like!
three outs
coach pouts
down one
need run
fast guy
hits fly
drops in
legs spin
he'll race…
third base
big slide
throw's wide
"He's safe!"
they chafe
sac fly
to tie!
fans roar
at score
game tied
nerves fried
next up:
the pup
young Matt
swings bat
big one…
home run?
don't scoff -
walk off!
team wins
huge grins
our score
was more
our scamps
are champs!
// big thanks to Panagiota who inspired me to do this, also to Brian Strand who invented this form and Jan and Tom who are fun and brilliant advocates of it //
written 1 Oct 2020
Categories:
pouts, baseball, sports,
Form:
Footle
The Man casts a shadow purulent with stealth
Having seen his apportion of nebulous days.
In fear of himself... too long on the shelf
And a vague memory of far better days.
He then lowers his head.
Overcome with a feeling of dread.
Dreaming of marmalade and bread...
As he ponders the end of his days.
"I'm the Marmalade King!" He shouts
To a world passing him by.
"I'm the Marmalade King," he pouts
To those who are left alive.
"Was I somebody once?" He reflects.
"Who was treated with gentile respect?
But I have a vehement tendency to forget
This thing for which I strive."
"There are vile beasties intent on mischief."
He whispers to a Juniper tree aside his tent.
"They task me when I am fast asleep
In a melancholy slumber of sly torment."
Now the tree failed to address
To the comments so pressed
But the King would have to confess,
"You seem a perfect and absolute gent."
"If I truly be King?" He continued to say.
"Then I should lord over all that I see.
But my Kingdom seems to have filtered away
And I'm not sure where my subjects might be.
So I will remain here on this spot
Until my loyal subjects are brought
Whether they come freely or caught,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"Oh how silly of me... I've made a mistake."
He said as he rose from his chair.
"It is good to have given my head a fair shake
As there are new facts of which I'm aware.
I've been unloading my fears
But it has now become clear
While standing right here...
My Kingdom is right over there!"
"I see you're a conifer of hearty regard,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"We must do well to keep up our guard
As lesser mortals have been known to flee.
But I've come to the conclusion.
The outer world is a fallacious delusion
And if I'm meant for seclusion...
I'm glad it's just you and me."
While a callous world attempts to ignore him,
There is a venue for which he might cling.
Made only for him... less dour and grim,
Where he has control over differing things.
And in that sacrosanct place.
He will find not a whiff of disgrace.
Bathed in the love of God's Grace...
All hail the Marmalade King!!
The End
Categories:
pouts, courage, humanity, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I can watch the neighbors from my front porch
My favorite is a child of barely three
With curls gracing her head in a shining glow of red
Today I see her bang through her door, hands on her hips
Defiance in her face that you simply can’t ignore
Her mama comes to beg her to return
In her waywardness she pouts with lips hard pressed
And stands stubbornly upon her rocky ground
At mama’s reasoning voice to her intransigence
She sniffs quite loudly in childish disdain
Mama smiles, making cookies appear as if by magic
And a squinting of her eyes reveals her interest
Then a slow shuffling walk up the path to the house
Mama's hug melts the last of her resistance
Written: 7-17-2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest 3rd place
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Categories:
pouts, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Silent is the echo as pride shouts
selfishness causing pouts...
self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts
self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
self-reliance wavers upon attacking doubts
self-pity maneuvers toward false humility-routes…
The echo returns not indeed...
as self-sufficiency does arrogantly succeed
self-exaltation declares me-I-my-mine creed
self-inflicting pain midst guilt continues to breed
self-denial actually hoists covetousness and greed
self-love matters most, not recognizing God with His deed.
Categories:
pouts, character, christian, god, how
Form:
Rhyme
There I was.
Inside a crowded Toys R Us
On a mid-Winter’s evening
Abrasively loud 5 year olds
And depressed fathers
Ready to throw their “angelic” brethren
Into life-size Nerf basketball hoop
(Because it was on Clearance)
To embrace sanity’s madness
I was simply here to search for a porcelain doll
For my darling 8 year old angel
To match her serene complexion
But, toddler stomps & red-faced pouts
Equivalent to octaves of Hell’s 5th circle
Could not stop the strut that suddenly coated my foggy nerd glasses
There she was.
Her 5 foot, 10 inch majestic walk
Performing exorcisms on corrupted tile floors
With each
New
Step
My ear canals
Swimming in the serenity of
Her olive-coated curves
And violet-auburn shaded, shoulder-length curly locks
Left
Right
Left
Sensual witchcraft was placed upon my resilience
Chipped away by her Hazel ribboning pupils
My heart’s atrium, flat lining, with laughing hyena smile
Frozen by igloo’s revenge upon madness
“Excuse me, sir”, she vehemently moaned
(At least, in my head)
“Hi”, I expressed with pre-pubescent coarseness.
“I’m looking for a porcelain doll.
But, I’m a tad lost in this maze.
Could you help me find my way?”, she whispered with demure smile
With my tongue pressed against seconds’ icy arm,
Locked for dear life,
I inhaled with Olympic stature
“It’s 9 isles this way. May I show you?”, I confidently declared on sanity’s edge.
With constellations aligned by blue moon signatures,
“Yes, please”.
As crux of evening’s audible stresses
Faded into final curtain’s epileptic sunset,
The winds of Yahweh curtailed all foggy affirmations
Into palms of bliss
Because
On this night
I proudly took the long route
Slow dancing with magnificent silence
To the isle
That was only 2 steps to our left
I believe we both discovered our porcelain dolls on this night.
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
pouts, fun, heart, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
he wakes up
in the early morn
he is grouchy
mean as a lout
he barks
at times
I wonder
does he have green ears and a big snout?
Horns sticking out of his devilish head
I bet he steals gifts to hide under his bed
I had him arrested
the police, they had him thoroughly tested
is he just a Grinchy grouch?
or a grouchy Grinch who stole all of Christmas?
He is hairy and green
he stole all the maple syrup it surely seems
the Mounted Police have unfortunately seen
he eats pancakes with brown French baked beans!
Now we all know a crime has been absolutely committed
we can smell the evidence thus evicted
This Grinch or grouch or who knows what
well he smells and yes he also pouts!
He pleads and begs
and begs some more
please a coffee, I am just out of bed!
I am not so bad, once my coffee I have had!
Well, look at that angel face, he can't be all that mad!
All the children came running, up to the jail
laughing and dancing., at this grouch so frail
let him out, let him out , they all chant and sing
This is Dear Santa, not that green Grinchy grouchy old lout
Even the most innocent of infants knows
a morning without a cupa
all would be grouchy, no one at all goes with outa
double double, and a donut to take
Why this is saint nick, his beard clearly shows
Look at the red suit, come on, every kid knows
see over there that wheel chair decked in red
and 12 reindeer all ready to pull that wheelchair sled!
Categories:
pouts, art, friend, friendship, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Now pouts the ex-president Trumpty
his turkey-day gravy’s all lumpy
he’s down on his luck
for he’s a lame duck
his a** voters threw in the dumpty
Susan Ashley
November 26, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Out On A Lim
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
pouts, fun, humor, political, thanksgiving
Form:
Limerick
‘Princess’
in mess
Flicks hair -
Beware
Bad mood
Is rude
She whines
At times
She pouts
And shouts
Mummy …
DUMMY!!!!!!!!!!
Stamps feet
Retreat!
Can clout –
Watch out!
Prissy
Missy
Spoilt brat –
Hate that!
5th June 2015
Categories:
pouts, anger, humorous, mother daughter,
Form:
Footle
potentates posture positive
pontiff punches prove powerful
protectors pretence premeditated
praetor promptly protects pride
princes' prance precede praise
princess' precious prayer prayed
progeny prose practiced perfectly
predator parades predominance
prey predestined predicament
primitive premise provides promise
preachers play perfect performance
populas position poorly played
powerless pouts past pow-wows
press potshots potpourri pother
penetrates poultry popular position
powder puff polititions perdition
Categories:
pouts, politicalprayer,
Form:
Alliteration