Best Preppy Poems
December Twenty Seventh
Of Two thousand and Nine
Is the night I lost my brother
A Best friend of mine
The night two paths were chosen
One for him and one for I
A night I'll never forget
The night he lost his life
Sitting in the living room
Getting ready for the night
My good friend Byron called me
And said "Tonight's the Night"
With excitement I said YES!!!
Me and Lee will be there by nine
As I proposed this idea to lee
He simply said” Not tonight"
As I begged and pleaded with him
The question only asked was why
He said I have other plans
I’m going out with friends tonight
So all during the night
Something just didn’t feel right
But I put my feelings aside
And carried out my plans for that night
We began putting our clothes on
Joking and laughing about good times
I never even realized
That this would be the last time
Posing and primping in the mirror
He jokingly said “Do I look rich”
I said “Man you look good”
“But you might be one preppy sum *****”
As he laughed and said a smartass remark
A horn blew, and then he ran out to the car
His friends were there, and they were ready to go
I said I love you brother and as always he said I know
As I began to leave the house that night
Something in mind, just didn’t feel right
But along I went, and began to drive
To my good friend Byron’s to have a good time
So as the night went on
I had the time of my life
I got drunk and passed out
In the bed of that friend of mine
Awaken by a stranger
A stranger to me at the time
It was one of my dad’s really good friends
Then he said “come on let’s take a ride”
To be Continued
Categories:
preppy, brother, death, loss, sadfriend,
Form:
"Beauty & The Beast"....
Our different up bringing, the social status says hell no,
the body chemistry, the man in me says yes yo,
it's fo'sho, I've caught her vapors and me she's feelin',
the negative whispers, plus about her parent situation, they be illin',
opposites do attract, on those facts we should be chillin ',
so tell your parents to off, ya'ridin' wit da villain,
she said, "fo'realin", if you want me, the gangsterism has to cease,
she's a square trying call shots, storytellin' beauty & the beast,
with the pen I release, flowin the truth from a troubled youth,
beauty was the only thing good and pure, could I pull off the coup,
not being in the preppy loop, keepin' it thuggy, rough & rugged,
on the down low the thugness makes her hot, danger she dug it,
we get hugged up, it's so ed up that we gotta hide and sneak,
It's a sexy sensual manifestation, when your making love on the creep,
thinkin' of her on money moves, makes my concentration weak,
I always hit my peak with her, storytelling beauty & the beast....
RaymontG
Categories:
preppy, boyfriend, love, relationship, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
Ha Ha Ha - Cartoon- funny
Giggle - Valley Girl- Preppy
LOL - Texting- Hilarious
Snicker- Your worst enemy- Flippant
Snort- Pig- Belly laugh
Chuckle- Manley Man- Sportive
Howl- To much alcohol- Cracked up
Hew Haw- Country Girl- Tickled
Teehee- Sophisticated Women- Amusing
Ho Ho Ho- Santa Clause- Jolly
Horselaugh- Mr. Ed- Smirk
Hoot- Best Buddy- Grin
Died Laughing- Bills are due- Breathlessness
Guffaw- Mother-in-law died- Just kidding
No matter how we laugh or what we laugh at
it's good for the soul.
4/19/2015 Contest sponsored by: Thomas Martin 'Humorous Poetry'
T Reams 1st Place
Categories:
preppy, feelings, funny, humor,
Form:
Verse
I will not be another black statistic
Selling ny body to get money for clothes
Going around being preppy when everyone knows
Doing my best so I don't get called a hoe
In this life I'm living there's no joke
Trying to be beautiful when the world puts you down
Killing myself inside without making a sound
Pushing away the love ones all around
No I will not be a part of that crowd
Using weed and drugs to solve all my problems
Blaming God because he had a better plan
Being angry at myself because I had another chance
Hating life because I'm still in it's dance
Constantly being abused because of my female pride
Waking up every morning praying to die
Putting a smile on while I'm crying and shouting inside
Looking at them and asking why
Yes I refuse to be that black statistic
I plan to be great
President of the state
Learn how to bake
Having a clean slate
reping God to the fullest
being a Christien is the truest
with God I won't go balistic
Yes I'll be that kind of statistic
Categories:
preppy, life, god, god, life,
Form:
A mundane life
requires sophistication:
I'm a bit rural.
Preppy clothes are worn
only on certain events:
they change my image.
World, I am a soul
not seeking immense fortunes:
vanity isn't mine.
Copyright ( c ) 2015 Andrew Crisci
Categories:
preppy, city, clothes, life, vanity,
Form:
Haiku
ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York
City’s upper east
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to the perfect pie
l (skin in Spanish. Duh. Who doesn’t (k)now
that?) of Chuck
Bass, the hottest fictional character ever to grace a fashion-forward, self-destructive-lifestyle-
glamorizing teenage
soap opera. Granted, frost
bite has a better personality than Chuck Bass, but ahh… sigh…he still drives me loca.
There. That digression has kept me from going completely loca
but don’t think my unrequited lust
for Chuck Bass has in any way diminished my unrequited lust for a pseudo-intellectual Frost/
Nixon movie discussion party. Ha! I jest. Of course I mean for a frosted sugar cookie. So
let’s ditch this piece of
pie,
go searching for a sugar cookie, and end this Chuck
Palahniuk-esque multiple personality disorder now.
Don’t worry. This won’t take long. I’ve got an (echo)loca(tion) ability for sugar cookies like
bats have for bugs.
“What about the pie?”
you ask, “We can’t just waste it because of your irrational lust(y) cravings.” I know you’re
right so I strike a
compromise. While you’re lacing up your Chuck
Taylors, I patiently allow the waitress to box up the pie as a possible post-frosted sugar
cookie supplement, even
though if we had abandoned the pie, I’d be bathed in beautiful frosted sugar cookie-ness by
now.
Categories:
preppy, me,
Form:
Sestina
Should you want to know my secret
That which I keep as my own darling pet
That which keeps me happy
I shall tell you about it merrily
Yes, I do care to pamper myself
Mainly though the kitchen where I do enjoy being the chef
Eating healthy
Does keep me light, as light as a leaf
I also care to make sure my cosmetics' supply is full
Else, I would not feel that I do look beautiful
Yes, a perfume is always handy
As would be a lipstick or my shades, so shady!
I do indulge myself in matters pertaining to freedom
See you I do live according to my ideas
I care not to live a life so grim
A life lived according to the rules of ancient grandmas
Yes, I also do love keeping fit
An hour at the gym is worth a good treat
Looking good in my skin
Makes me believe that every little trick of life I shall win
More, my secret is in penning down my lines
Yes, a way to ease my overloaded mind
Brimming it is with imagination
All ready to become works of my own creation
Lastly, my secret to happiness is having been given a view of the open skies
Yes, a mere blessing it is to have been given such a glance
Never shall they be described, not even in any works of astrology
Indeed, I do know that someday, after death, I shall wake up to another ambiance!
Yes, I do bask in indulgence
My indulgence is mine own elegance
Else, see you I would not be so happy
Else, I would not always be so preppy!
29 Jan 2015
Categories:
preppy, emotions, happiness, happy, joy,
Form:
Quatrain
With each breath their love grew a love like no other;
the world seem to vanish when they were together.
She's charming and quick-witted, working class student,
a passion love for music, caring, and prudent.
He's a "preppy jock ", heir to family fortune.
She became his wife without his father's support.
Dealing with life struggles, wanting a family,
her struggle with knowledge she was dying quickly.
On her dying bed her wish was to be embraced,
she told him she had no regrets, she had been graced.
With the love they had shared as she took her last breath.
Aware it was imminent she did not fear death.
His father arrived too late, and said, "I'm sorry."
His son's response,
"Love, Love means never having to say you're sorry."
He looked down into her face, no matter how hard
he stares, she didn't move, his essence and body marred.
He found a woman he loved, truly loved, and she
has been taken from him, never again to be.
A tear rolled down his check while watching the sky chant
alive with color of lavender to vibrant,
pink, lustrous orange as the sun descends into
the skyline, vanishing into the deepest hue.
10/1/2017
Categories:
preppy, bereavement, death, love,
Form:
Couplet
Glory ran in my head
I was soon to take the lead
Made into the Queen
The one to rule behind the screen
Was suddenly thrust into the light
The limelight shining so bright
My seat was there, so shiny
It all made me so preppy
As I climed the stairs
I was all in tears
A lifetime of repairs
Rang in my own ears
When I froze, so stony
The announcer said sorry
A mistake it was, his own
My name thrown on the back lawn
I watched, as my seat was taken
By my contestant, so gladdened
No more to be the Queen
I was sure to turn mean!
Categories:
preppy, beauty, grief, happy, humorous,
Form:
Quatern
Eighty Thousand Dollar Post
A former headmaster at a way preppy school
Was fired for age and he thought it cruel
So he sued and they settled
Said we’re sorry we meddled
Keep quiet about it the rule
No discloser they all did agree
In the terms of the settlement plea
If anyone squealed
The money’s repealed
And that was how it had to be
Now the daughter of he who had won
Was sent off to Europe for fun
But what she did next
Left the school quite perplexed
And back to the court on the run
She went on to Facebook to brag
Ignoring the court ordered gag
When she let it slip
What had paid for the trip
The school quickly threw a red flag
They might have ignored the short boast
Except for her words bottommost
The words they said struck it
When she said they could “suck it”
And with that the payoff was toast
The court said the settlement’s breached
The father when last he was reached
Said I lost eighty grand
Her Facebook’s been banned
And oh how that little girl screeched
Categories:
preppy, daughter, father daughter, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Left
Left
Left
to the tap of the rim
one step,
curl the toes,
The drum major swings her hands
we step like she tells us
five-four time,
then four-four,
three-four,
back to four-four,
my fingers are like icicles,
the thin little white cloves cut at the finger tips,
it's a woodwind thing,
the heavy rain soaks through my blue pants,
drips from my visor into my eyes'
I fell it pooling on the indent of my big hat,
I nearly miss a step,
stumbling in the mud,
pasted to my preppy black shoes,
my nose runs from the cold,
so does everyone else's,
I look forward to a fifty-cent cup of hot chocolate,
my poncho sticks to my leg,
the drum major halts us,
I breath heavily,
watching mist float away into the clouds,
the audience cheers,
we march of the field,
my clarinet warm and steaming,
still
Left
Left
Left
Left
Categories:
preppy, art, music,
Form:
Free verse
Pink
Preppy Happy
Glittering, Popping, Blooming
Roses, Blush, Dirt, Brownies
Cooking, Moping, Sickening, Dreading
Burnt, Bleh
Brown
Categories:
preppy, visionary
Form:
Diamante
they said i had no home,
since i acted "bad to the bone",
all dressed in black,
punked back.
Is it a crime,
to like something of mine?
they wanted me to be pretty,
they wanted me to be preppy,
i said I'm not a girly girl,
its just a bore,
to talk all smack,
but never fight back!
i feel so dull,
just talking 'bout this bull
Categories:
preppy, me,
Form:
Free verse
Zesty zippy zombie sat checking out the Yummy yuppie Yankee that was wiggly
wishy washy but wealthy as he could be. And even so vary vainly vaguely unfree.
Till one day, a Tuesday I believe, the tiny twiggy twenty year old named Tracy Tori
Tory was watching the toothy toughie trickster zombie sitting under the thistly
thorny thickly ugly tree, watching our Yankee. Now strangely she was a strongly
sturdy sweetie, and sweetly but swiftly suavely went to see the Yankee to let him
know of the scummy squirmy spooky zombie checking him out under the seedy
shaggy shabby little tree. Now to show his appreciation he was really ready to
rarely ask this queenly quirky quaintly lady to promptly go purely proudly puddle
popping on their way to a preppy peachy pearly pastry bar with oddly the only
oldie oozy pastries in the nutty nightly nearly neatly town of Nietzsche where
monthly a mystery mushy movie played. Since they were both loony lofty lefty
laddie and lady and lastly the lengthy lively lovely movie was about to play, he
keenly kindly knightly ask her in a jolly jiggly juicy way if she was iffy itchy
interested in this imaginatively happy haughty history movie. Well in her giggly
giddy goofy funny funky flirty easy earthy earthly duly dizzy ducky cutely cuddly crazy
bubbly briskly bravely aussie arty amply way, said …….. NO!
Categories:
preppy, adventure, confusion, funny, happiness,
Form:
Alliteration
Handsome as hot dudes,
turning on those beautiful ladies...
whispering sweet secrets;
I have all of Romeo's charms
in these sexy eyes!
Why do I love so many,
instead of just one?
I am bound to have much fun!
Have you seen my preppy clothes?
What about my dry hair?
It needs more conditioner!
This tuxedo, not well-ironed,
doesn't it match my shiny shoes!
Me...getting married?
Take my bride on honey moon?
Never, crying fool!
On the beach with elegant shades,
they spoil me with kisses;
I'm the sheik of my harem,
anything I desire...
with the sign of a command!
Beauties so sensual,
don't ever let me grow old...
enjoy Romeo's charms!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
preppy, adventure, fantasy, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Choka