Best Walloped Poems
Forgive me Father for I have sinned
My actions have left me feeling chagrined
My fist hit his face, my knuckles skinned
Inner devil grinned, inner devil grinned
Because he deserved it, doesn't make it right
The remorse I feel, keeps me up at night
The anger inside bubbled and did ignite
My fist took flight, my fist took flight
I may be female, the weaker sex
High emotions makes me more complex
Only my words will now carry desired effects
This I truthfully vex, this I truthfully vex
I have never walloped anyone before
He baited me, I walked into his trapdoor
It won't happen again, this I implore
I'll punch no more, I'll punch no more
I vow to keep my inner devil at bay
Promises to myself I do not betray
If I get the urge to punch, I'll recall the replay
And duly walk away, and duly walk away
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Categories:
walloped, feelings, truth, violence,
Form:
Monorhyme
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Come my children, and let me take you away,
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South
To your human rights of freedom in the North.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished,
And like Moses I will guide you safely from your
Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
We are not beasts of their burdens! But, a
Proud people who will not be whisked
And walloped anymore by their wild whips.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
There is one of two glorious gifts you have the
Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could
Not have one you can certainly have the other.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
The ride is long, cold and exhausting. We travel
Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly
Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
You will find rest and hide during the day.
I have carried many others this way
Not a one lost, not a one led astray.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch
Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath
Made. Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray.
Come my ***** brethren, come.
Categories:
walloped, black african american, historyfreedom,
Form:
Free verse
Wednesday, while waiting for the waiter, wanting some waffles at the Waldorf,
a woeful, wimpy, wall-eyed Walter,
witnessed a wicked, wanton woman (who was wearing a wacky wardrobe and
wiggling her whoppers)
waddle in walking with her Welch terrior
winking, wooing with wily ways,
wanting to weaken Walter’s willpower. Willing,.. Walter whistled
as wife, Wanda, walked in. Well, Wanda walloped Walter with welter-weight wrath!!
Response :
Wonder when the workmen will wash Walter off the walls at the Waldorf?
Categories:
walloped, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
We sure got walloped in the overnight hours
Snow piled up, covering all the pretty flowers
Spring's delayed
Until April or May
Tried but I failed using my super powers
Categories:
walloped, weather,
Form:
Limerick
She misses Europe
Since her anointed head’s hope
Lingers goodness of land’s womb
The backyard’s pale fears
Massive mountains of king Leer!
Kristiansand in atmosphere!?
Her head is the globe
Turning from left to right’s orb
Her eyes tests a great fierce hop
The orbit looks fluff
Gyrates her green eyes’ dark puff
Shifting has walloped…No bluff
Could Nibiru kick?!
Our dry moon on its brim?
Spinning loops of sad might grim!?
Could the slim band show
Her aura for seeing source!?
Mona Lisa revealed core
Could she be so blind?!
Looking far ahead of time!?
Yet spell-check papers of lime!?
Is the great sun here?
Nearing our solar’s fear?
Spreading distance mid the sphere!?
Is it here her ground?!
Her bliss forehead speaks aloud?
Balancing orbits’ sleek bound!
Proposing harshly!
Eats our sun hungrily!!
Creates stern hostility!!!
If picture flattens…
As a narrow rectangle
See two planets are closer?
Reincarnated?!
Wishes flamingo’s places?
or loves soft belly dances?
Her soft smile cried why!!
Her kind eyes trickled tears’ fry
Da Vinci dyed his dread eye
Projecting fine art
Da Vinci prized her posh card
Exhuming profound seas’ chart
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009
Categories:
walloped, mysterysun,
Form:
Choka
THE DUNMURRY INCIDENT
There’s a big row going on in Dunmurry
And the whole place has come to a stop
There’s a war going on with the girl who makes cakes
And the bird in the newspaper shop
They both fancy Taxi man Terry
Though Newspaper Nell saw him first
Yet it seems he’s enticed, by Puff pastry Pat
Now poor Nell is fearing the worst
Pat has been seen tempting Terry
With her big baps, and choice of cream cakes
Poor Nell can’t offer those fanciful things
But she’s willing to do what it takes
Then Pat hit Nell with a doughnut
So Nell thought she’d better give chase
She walloped poor Pat, with an old Sunday Life
Then rubbed newsprint all over her face
Pat staggered back to the bakery
And she brought out a large lemon pie
It went over Nell’s head, and into her ears
Some even went into her eye
Nell made a soft muted whimper
From the sting in her eye I suppose
She reached in her pocket, and that’s when aul Pat
Got a triple A, stuck up her nose
Well the cops, they arrived in a hurry
And they pulled the two ladies apart
So peace was restored to the village
And poor Terry, he had to depart
Categories:
walloped, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw a skeleton
In a board meeting
He was so cool the air was ice
And all were under the big chunk
All were frozen chickens, eyes vacant
Like dead man
Only the skeleton was alive
And talking like an orator
The big hollow in him
swallowing the universe
I felt the pull
And tried to flee
Don't miss the class
He continued with full gusto
Gentleman, now I present
A synopsis- how the hells are made
And the heavens are walloped...
Sun broke through my house.
Categories:
walloped, fear, universe,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When you are young your life is not about you
You it owe to them for love, for sacrifice and rent
Youth is the margin of our parents ever do
The young know their life only by old consent
My father was doctor with animals in his care
The blackest and the first of them in that space
My mother was the Jill of every trade, a rare
Exhibit of beauty in a working class of grace
He out of the dry parish, made ladder with brains
And climb to wring the clouds of dreams. He
Matured from church school teacher, got the reins
Fathoming figures, Maroon boy in ascendancy:
Policeman, black sergeant, parting the waves
Clerk of the Court while colonials made war
Thespian for Vere John, the black hole craves
Everything it cannot be like a wounded star.
He did well when the war was done though. Some
Whites came back alive, and their substitute yield
So they coud find their sinecure. He got a ransom
From gruelling things too, a cut above the common field
His lettered mind scholarship him there
And this society that prevented cruelty to beast
Gave that astute mind its golden stair.
From slum investments father rose to feast.
He loved rebellion, it was his poetry, yet not he
But mother was the rebel, leaving father's house
Breaking bonds with tradition and its morality
To bring my sister weddingless, to choose her spouse
And refuse them regardless. Family's wealth
She forsook, and took the rudder of her life
Compassless to sea. All winds and surge she felt
Survival was the only fun in her fracture strife.
It walloped her, the storm of winds and fire
Three children and no way back through flames
Churning like a sword, waist deep wading mire
Her soul unshaken its sovereign pride proclaims
My own daily lessons that core my manhood
Father's love of learning, mother's pride
And I drifting in that Ark since the old flood
Left me in a barren place where wants divide
Categories:
walloped, history, life, philosophy, father,
Form:
Verse
Whispering shadow
Drenched darkness of loam
Under the crust of earth
Reassures sprout seedlings
Roots of emotions
Delve in heart for stream
Revealing no identity
For thorn or flower
For sweet or sour
For hatred or love!
You slammed your window panes every evening
And clumsily screened curtains the way
A bubbling spring
Dashing on rocks of dismay
An amorous intrusion
You wanted to keep at bay!
A lonesome gaze
By opaque hint of eyes
Might have splashed
Into the blue lagoon
That gladly reemerges
In your cozy solitude
Real enough
To implant irrevocable kiss on his heart
Between the pages of book you read
Behind the dressing mirror you glimpsed
On shining blade of cookery you used
You saw him
You pinched yourself
And you didn’t wake up
Until lugubrious shrill
Of mid-night bird
Walloped ripples of numbness
Flailing lure crept around
In oozing darkness
Out of invitingly open window
Like a white ghost!
In my obscurely fettered conscience
Crystals of conflict sparkled
Deep seated within
An amorphous mixture of
The obstinate lust for looking
And some old love!
Categories:
walloped, analogy, conflict, crush, desire,
Form:
Free verse
A Dog Named Bear
There once was a dog named “Bear”
He liked to run here and there.
When he went for a walk,
To his mistress he talked. And said,
“Come! Chase that frog over there."
“Bear! Back to my side,” Mistress cried.
Dogs that eat frogs often die!”
She walloped his hide.
He walked home by her side.
And spent the rest of the day by a chair.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 23, 2009
Categories:
walloped, petsdog, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
Got walloped today, driving conditions were treacherous
Freaked out my freaker, you guys were way too generous
I know it ain't over
But that was a grosser
Next time warn me so I can hibernatious
Categories:
walloped, snow,
Form:
Limerick
They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump
she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran
Sliding in and out of freezers just to gather herself up in a clump
They called her "Dairy Queen Of Junior High" she never got a tan
Flavored in three Neapolitan colors she came, now that is insane !
She dolloped to walloped turning away from the sun, run Queenie run
Oh how sweet but how melty she dripped each time it began to rain
The only thought through her head was, " I might as well be a nun !"
Then one day she met Mr. Freezer, who lived in an Igloo by the Artic
come live with me & we will make snowballs all day and play ...
It was best to live in the cold, for that was her honest prognostic !
together they thrived and felt good in that place called, " Snowsway"
Categories:
walloped, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Trampling caused travails of a mare,
Now hopping like a piece of flubber,
While ambling with Sir Greyedalot,
When he had honored the stables yesterday,
She was taken out for a warm up,
And she had truly ambled out,
She was about to be spurred to gallop,
Suddenly she saw the one she had not in years,
It was majestic as it had walked in,
Knighthood of horses should be his and his alone,
That mien and that tail,
With a proud head he soared high,
Probably they had changed hand on him of recent,
But she already had a reason,
All she desired was to be by him,
So what if she had about his age sired in her a few times,
She had not galloped yesterday,
Till SirGreyedalot had walloped,
Which sored the travails,
Now on return she was bound in a corner stable,
Away from the new boy,
She now planned her protest,
And let them know her mind,
She was legging sleep that night,
Making her plans,
Came morning,
Her travails turned to wail,
As she was led out to be sold,
As she had grown old.
Categories:
walloped,
Form:
Free verse
A morning splash of after shave
cigarette burnt fingers
that told me what to do
Life was walloped in our kitchen
by mother dusted hands
He grabs my hand and asks me
in a quiet whisper I could hear,
"Where is your mom ?"
"She's in the attic painting, Dad "
I remember the pointed finger
and the scruffy voice that said,
"Mark my words son,
one day you'll be all grown up
and you may not remember me ?"
His bushy brows and sardonic smile
the way he loved too much to rile,
"Do you know who I am, dad ? "
silence....
A morning splash of light on vacant eyes
so much like mine and then,
he sighs....
Mystic Rose
5/2/2019
Categories:
walloped, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
What's happening with the damn weather, sure like to know
The city of Calgary just got walloped with fourteen inches of snow
It's only October third
Whatta about the poor birds
Haven't even packed yet, ain't time for mistletow
Categories:
walloped, snow,
Form:
Limerick