Best Urned Poems
Fun With PunsFun With Puns*
A shepherd and his sheep once took
A shortcut across a frozen brook
The owner charged a very high price
For pulling the wool over his ice
I didn't know if I were a wigwam or tepee
So I was really depressed and sort of weepy
Then a psychiatrist...
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Categories:
urned, fun, humor, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Cross PurposesSqueezing out a saturated rag.
Torn asunder, pieces of a heart.
Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag.
I’d thought I’d known weeping.
I was only dreaming; nightmares
hidden in caves, silently creeping.
A mime’s hand, waving away his smile,
pocketed in eternity’s change purse.
“Geez,” muttered, as a flood beguiles.
Tempest, no longer outside...
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Categories:
urned, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
GenieUsGenusPlan
In the darkness of the night,
a ruby gleams
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened
to feeling,
reflection, light,
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a revealing,
one that will go to show.
Her beauty is like a...
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Categories:
urned, april, art, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Ewe No a LyreThis is my Homophone contest submission
Ewe No A Lyre
their once was a man with a bore
who worked down at the local bizarre
the bore eight corn colonels four lunch
and blew genes whir awl the man war
owe the bore eight serial...
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Categories:
urned, confusion, humor, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
An Urn In Time - For Dr Clarke, EgyptologistHe was our best, an urn in time
With all the fragments of jewelled history
But now today hear how the bells chime
The griot's pen scroll another pain on memory.
For all his knowledge of the scrolls,
the dark charon came and rowed him away.
Surprise translates not...
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Categories:
urned, black african american, death,
Form:
Free verse
Upon Visiting GortmoreThe new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;
So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With its winding entrance avenue,
And meadows of barley cane;
There the ancient...
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Categories:
urned, uplifting,
Form:
Pastoral
E N C H a N T M E N TE nvoy to a poetical
N ew adventure, in a
C ooling place,
Hi dden by an
A mazing green flora
N aturally, my writing is
T urned towards some
M ysterious ideas, and whose the
E ffects might resemble the
N octurnal atmosphere in a fairy
T ale. Touching!
©Rita Solis Radius. September 15th...
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Categories:
urned, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
Next Week We-Latherthe way-there channel...
is for casting
-3 0 3 3 3 0 -3
the next-even days
we-lather tempers...
at yer 'some-day' to
set-a-turd-day...
for casting pat
urned and numb...
brrrr'd assss' into
a favor-ripe fishing spot
stan sand...
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Categories:
urned, spring, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Entry Code: 3ew3 - e - w :
3 echoes each - every washroom
three e wishes
three easily earned early wishes
three e's-illy urned earl lee wishes
three silly urned earl lee wish-es
threes a'lee-urned earl lee-wish-s'
three'sa le-eurnt earl le-ewis-h-'s
thresa learnt ear-l-ewis h-'s
thresa learnt earl lewis hit songs
th-resa-learnt...
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Categories:
urned, confusion, cry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
TarnishedT urned out by few, yes I played the fool.
A nother time I allowed a man to make the rules.
R eppressed to a point myself was almost lost.
N ever thinking what that would mentally cost.
I rrationally I made believe these feelings were real.
S uffocated all...
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Categories:
urned, angst, confusion, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Mining Meteors
(With Wormwood Dreams)
The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth
beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene-
totem of hierarchial Archangels of Destruction of Kingdom of the Beasts in the headless sea of humanity unspared.
Where...
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Categories:
urned, art,
Form:
Free verse
I'Ve Been Working In the CrematoryI've been working in the crematory,
All the livelong sob story,
Can’t you hear the gas jets breathing?
Play too close and you’ll get urned.
Plus we only queue up two-a-day,
So you could really mess us up,
too.
Till six o’clock when on the dot,
The valves are turned to plumb true,
The...
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Categories:
urned, dark, death, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
urned, muse,
Form:
Circle In The Sand
Circle in the sand could tell a story
of a lost world, where celestials and machines
were one.
A crafty place where symbiosis is tasted
on the tongue.
Chimera epoxies elysian forgeries,...
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Categories:
urned, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Every Newly Turned YearT-ime
W-elcomes
E-very
N-ewly
T-urned
Y-ear
N-icely
I-ntroducing
N-otable
E-vents
T-o
E-ntertain
E-ach
N-ation
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...
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Categories:
urned, new year,
Form:
Acrostic