Best Snore Poems

He was asleep on his stomach.
His snoring could wake the dead.
She glared at his sleeping back
wanting to push him out of bed.

She covered her ears...

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I stand about five feet eight
I'll admit, I'm a tad overweight
Drive an old pick up truck
Not one to pass the buck
At the moment have a...

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At night the sun has gone to sleep
And crickets sing a tune.
The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
Beneath the watching moon.

The masked raccoons and possums prowl
Through...

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Our final test will be graded
When our breath has dissipated
Life itself is our final test
Final grade when we’re laid to rest

Taking the test may make...

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We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be...

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Cities churn like a raging sea of gulls
Where fear becomes a broken unchained door
The mask of hunger covers every skull
Fighting for scraps tossed on a...

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I am a narcoleptic,
I sleep at any time,
no doubt I’ll drop off frequently
before I end this ………………………………rhyme.

It can be quite embarrassing,
between just me and you,
in...

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Swan Lake 
Toes ache

Can't sleep
Count sheep

Eat slow
Don't throw

Won race
First place

Do crime 
Serve time 

Drink gin
Room spin

Keep fit
Don't sit 

Up late
Bed waits

Cold spell
Wrap well

Don't smoke
You'll choke

Don't...

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It'd been one of the most bizarre days; downright crazy
so I had a martini, maybe four, so things got kinda hazy
I fumbled in my wallet...

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'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE...

'Twas the night before Christmas
All the kids were in bed
I looked at 'her'  face 
And liked the look that I read

Just...

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Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause...

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Hotwired the orgasmatron
headed out on sixty-nine
know there’s nothin up ahead
and even less behind.
Pagination, pixilation
nothing seems to work
maybe just  I’m gettin old
maybe just a jerk
off...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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I posted this first poem on one of my first days here at Poetry Soup. It’s about my stinky Pug Mugsy. He is almost fourteen...

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I once had a friend named Mildred

Who wiggled a lot in my bed,

She’d snore with delight

Her growl was a fright;

I rang the alarm clock instead.


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“Without...

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