Best Prone Poems

Somewhat Injury-Prone

First grade, pelted with eggs
  Second grade, broke both legs
Third grade, fell down the stairs
  Fourth grade, clawed by a bear

Fifth grade, ran into a tree
  Sixth grade, twisted a knee
Seventh grade, concussed my head
  Eighth grade, fell out of bed

Ninth grade, had meningitis  
  Tenth grade, appendicitis
Eleventh grade, torn hamstring
  Twelfth grade, acute bee sting...

So, to allay any fears from admission committees
  I wrote the following college application ditty:

You may consider me somewhat injury-prone
  But I have yet to break my first wishbone
And I give you my whole-hearted assurance
  That I will use my parents' health insurance

Ms.Accident Prone

Opps!Bees,
Clumsy me
I stepped on hives
and killed some live

Opps!Johny
Im so sorry
I crushed into your trolley
and hit your wolly

Opps!I tripped
On an invisible stick
Im so sick
of these crazy flicks

O,look
It ms.Accident Prone
In a race,Go go!
Opps!Down a hill she goes:No no!

The Pigeon Who Flew the Coop Accident-Prone

Accident-prone

Waitress work is interesting and busy
It’s not fancy and puts you in a tizzy
On my feet all day long working 
Carrying trays to customers that can be  entertaining
No time for errors on full course dinners
We want the meals to be winners 

People come and go
Some I know, some to the door I would like to show
Some have humors
Some are charmers
Some enjoying their food and think the service is just perfecto
Some are disgusted with both; I want to give them the heave-ho
I want to throw away my apron, I’m going wacko

Carrying a full tray I trip on a loose carpet
Food all over them and me on my butt I set
Fortunately, they were understanding didn’t make a racket
Felt like an idiot, I wanted to exit
Try not making it a habit

Pouring coffee, someone distracts,  oh a bad mishap
Turn and pour it on the customer’s lap
A five dollar tip was left on my cap
That l’d left behind because of my mishap
I melted and hid, I actually felt like I was in a trap
Now I have to face the boss’s wrath 
Can I survive the aftermath?
©4/27/2015
Contest: The Pigeon Who Flew the Coop
Sponsor: Tammy Reams

Mistake Prone

Prone To Misdiagnose

We assume all doctors are professionals, right!
When someone needs help, they help with the fight
This assumption is true
But they're human too
Prone to misdiagnose unfortunately in spite

Prone

prone

alone

so lonely

solely for him

pained pale limping heart

our love now quit

no visit

no phone

moan

Prone To Love You

My thoughts I bare center around your love
I climb mountains - I acknowledge trust
Bound to care - the memories on my mind
I am infatuated and I blossom like that of a flower
I blush - when you open those loving arms
In my head - I vision the bud , yet I find
That loving bouquet -I see develops before my eyes
And the garden grows like the beloved feelings , I bare
He listens - he cares about each thought I think
And again my eyes - Love binds with thus a wink
I said , she said - words of wisdom come true to me so wise
I am beauteous - I have a beautiful soul
Your love I see completes me making me whole
I am gifted - I see the light shining down onto me
Then silence! still he wraps his loving self around
My heart it throbs - it pounds - the music plays
I see beauty transpire, I truly remember those days
I sleep ! My dreams in the wild, wild nights
Praise God I met you - in my life it may seem
I boast of fragrance with the aroma of the bud
And thus in my heart , the rose - then too with prose
I meditate! I journal my thoughts with self esteem
And the self love I feel , loving you is so real
At night I blossom with roots of personality
And may the petals on my heart impel me to say
I bless the loyalty of our love , day by day...

Prone To Anger

He was prone to anger
for he knew no challenger
so he fumed for days
Rolling himself in relays
until he got himself in danger

Accident Prone

Accident Prone Pilot.
The ship was going up river to unload
containers full of scooters and tractors;   
rain upland water level higher than usual. 
There is an overpass across the river and
the ship´s bridge and communication mast 
collided with it. It took a month to repair 
damage to the ship and she was ready to 
sail down the river, out to deep sea again. 
There had been no rain for rain for a month 
water level was lower than usual. 
Going under the bridge was a piece of cake, 
nervous pilot and anxious captain smiled, 
but then the ship shuddered and got stuck in 
the mud.

Defeat Lies Prone

wish the world without the word right
never felt ever begun
giving gravity the push
when will the breaking give me a break
tests never tried to pass
doesn't pain have a heart
defeat seems so long ago
hope is always a no show

Prone To Rose Poems

Poetry positively prolongs 
More flare read on
Excellent enjoyment 
Exceptionally electrically 
Surreal  surroundings

Poetry does that with professional 
Precision poetry fragrance worth
Breaths of floral love  Sigh Sigh 
Polite insight of the bluest
Botanical Gardens known

With the spring of things 
Poetry picking petals of
Unforgettable  forget - me -nots
With indigo  spots 
Indigo Gardens indigo Roses

Watch the poses of the most 
Fragrance filled floral patterns
Known which leaves one prone
To rose poems 
Loyal to the Majestic Throne........
Of the Rose

Fantasy-Prone

Illicit thoughts, erotic dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems.
Sweet delusions, my illusions
Rids me of all life's confusion.
Drifting to another place
While my life becomes a waste
Addicted to the ecstasy-
The ecstasy of fantasy
Everything will always be-
Better when its fantasy
Everything will always feel-
Better than if it were real
Real life's a waste of time,
Live life within your mind.

Prone To Anger

The dog starts to growl 
in its house in the corner 
as cat comes closer.

Umbrella Prone

You are just accepting the world spins on its own
I am here, you're not ever going it alone 
You cast such blinding light when we are together
Heavy burdens, I'd shoulder yours to a feather
When cold rain falls, chilling you to the bone
I'll be there at your side, umbrella prone
The strength I feel within you could withstand all storms and other forms of bad weather
The brightness you provide makes my shadow yours, without any physical tether

Accident Prone

Sitting in traffic on my cell phone
Thought perhaps I might be accident-prone
Got softly run over
Minor injuries to my rover
Now just sit here playing on my xylophone