Best Twangy Poems
Jukebox GigoloOld Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fool,
But think’n man tonight—Oh Boy, I’m really gonna hit the...
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Categories:
twangy, abuse, addiction, allegory, emotions,
Form:
Quatrain
Life is a Song
Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
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Life is a symphonic cynosure
a...
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Categories:
twangy, analogy, confidence, life, music,
Form:
Free verse
My Country SongI think I'll write a country song
about the weasel that 'done me wrong'
We'd have been married thirty years today
if he hadn't had a penchant to stray.
I got the pickup truck, so we'll leave that part out
but there's lots of other things I can whine about.
I...
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Categories:
twangy, funny, me, write, me,
Form:
Couplet
Only Racists Drink HereThe light is low but the music loud,
blaring from fiddles and steel guitars.
The bar is filled with a moderate crowd,
could be anywhere, but here they are,
drinking and two-stepping in this bar.
But the sight of them must inspire fear,
for the media says,’Only racists drink here.’
Stanley in...
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Categories:
twangy, america, culture, discrimination, how
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Inferiority Complex As a Kid and AdultInferiority Complex As A Kid And Adult!
I recall father, (now behold
at near ninety years old - maintains stronghold
on life, cuz born of sturdy mettle -
rumor claims bullion – ne'er did buckle nar fold
meaning bull + lion rolled
together and processed
April 9th, nineteen twenty nine),
fortune teller foretold
envious...
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Categories:
twangy, 1st grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Bio
Inferiority Complex As a Kid, Adolescent and Emerging AdultInferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult
Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades
during papa's prime time
many years past when complacence
existed about joie de...
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Categories:
twangy, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Clock ChimesWe have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!
One squawks John Deere tractor motor sounds every hour.
To expunge that raucous din,...
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Categories:
twangy, timeold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
A Sweet Hillbilly BoyOnce there was a country boy called Chester,
he came from the rural Appalachians;
got himself a farming job not far from a big city,
he was unsophisticated and old fashioned.
He had a...
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Categories:
twangy, boy, farm, horse,
Form:
Narrative
They Done Me Wrong!Every time I tune the radio I hear a feller's plaintive song,
About his achin' heart and how his womans "done him wrong!"
How he nurses his plight at the neighborhood saloon,
Wallowin' in commiseration with those he can commune!
Singers with voices quiverin' like Robin Hood's twangy bow,
Tell...
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Categories:
twangy, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Market Daythe square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
shuttled back&...
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Categories:
twangy, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
A Chirping Message From Jiminy CricketBrother and sister crickets please recognize grasshoppers,
katydids, and locusts as part of well schooled, politely
ordered named league known as Orthoptera, (pronounced
or th hop tara), which means 'straight wings'), and make
sounds of music for listening pleasure of females.
This method producing shrill...
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Categories:
twangy, allegory, appreciation, creation, dedication,
Form:
Light Verse
Night MusicBlack & white cars
slink slowly beside you
in cool, carnivore evening – jazz
curling sleepily in silence.
Traffic lights nod
As huge gas wings rise
& you fly, suspended
in winking night air.
Brooding drones
& ancient beasts
crawl toward you &
anger rises
till blood-jade moves
you on
and calliopes
of music meld night...
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Categories:
twangy, angst, introspection, music, night,
Form:
Free verse
Dollar StoreThe in-store music is country-slow,
the vibes twangy.
I pick through the tack and tinsel,
dig for rough diamonds.
Squeezing past other consumers,
sharp showers of oven scourers.
A toilet brush, a candy bar,
a plastic encrusted necklace –
pink or blue, all are equals here.
A potato masher calls to me;
yet another set...
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Categories:
twangy, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
My Taste In MusicClarinets, bassoons, oboes, ugh.
Flutes, oh, yes, Native American flute music please.
Violas. Don’t be prissy!
Cellos. Ha. Ha. Who wants to carry one to school?
First and second violins. Too stringy. Twangy. Hurt my ears.
Trombones and tubas. Oh, yes, please.
Now for my all- time favorites besides the guitar.
Drums
Cymbals.
Bam.
Crash.
Boom
Bam
Give...
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Categories:
twangy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Weekend MemoryLate 1940s England
the square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
...
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Categories:
twangy, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme