Best Whack Poems
Having permission to be mean has me rushing to this scene.
Trouble is, I don’t want her to see or hear me because then
she’ll surely fear me. I can’t let her know how low I’ll go if
good poem placement doesn’t show.
Should she take my poem to use or abuse, then I’ll give her my
indignation news! How dare she treat me with no care and as
any less than the very best.
Obviously, she is not conscientiously aware of what my five foot,
two inch frame can do. She wouldn’t mess me around if she had
a clue. If my anger should stay, even throwing a stick wouldn’t
make me go away.
I used to write and pace. Now I pace and think of her face.
Yepper, she best give me first place. If she should choose that
I lose, well, then I’ll whack her with my pen. If I go down, she,
too, will hit the ground. She’ll bruise. I’d rather face disgrace
than settle for no medal.
I always count syllables and use any means to enhance my rhyme
schemes. I do not work so hard for her to poetry-dream-rob.
She’ll know I have power and that I’m no mouse when every
hour pizza arrives at her house.
Categories:
whack, humor, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
On my way to find a stick
I found a quack with seven hicks
Each hick had seven hacks
Each hack had seven chicks
Each chick had seven shacks
Shacks, Hicks, hacks, and chicks
How many should I hit with the stick ?
Categories:
whack, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Cackling old hens posing as journalists-
thinking themselves angles of light,
lay poisonous eggs filled with lies
and gestating hate-
riling against common sense,
and the rooster crows at noon.
Idiots, entrusted with government
destroy our country and way of life-
while the majority just watch
as the little foxes spoil the grapes-
and the rooster crows at noon.
Tax payers labor in the fields
and are penalized for success-
while pompous boars in congress,
slopping at the public trough,
grow fatter on vile swill-
and the rooster crows at noon.
Cats play games with mice
then kill for fun-
our youth play violent
videogames-
and the rooster crows at noon.
Categories:
whack, allegory,
Form:
Political Verse
When things aren't going quite your way,
just hang in there and don't dismay..
It just might be a whack a doodle day..
Every body has them.
It may be your time.
Don't let it disturb your peace of mind..
Whack a doodle days may come
but they go.
It's all in a person's perspective bro..
Will you paddle thru it or need a tow?
Categories:
whack, 1st grade, day,
Form:
Light Verse
Hit ball far,far,far
Home-run? Be team's star!
Round the bases - just be fast!
Please don't get to them last!
In field catch
Or meet match!
Stop them from run?
Least having fun!
Categories:
whack, sports
Form:
Couplet
Hail President Whack a Mole
He does it with TREMENDOUS soul
Whack there National Security Admin Mr Flynn
Lying is one TREMENDOUS sin
Whack a bulls eye on FBI Comey
With all that loyalty baloney
Whack the ole Press Secretary Spicer
Chip Chop like a speed dicer
Whack the Chief of Staff Reince
Little rat leakier to Pence
Whack the little new Chief of Staff
Scaramucci kind of riff raff
I am one of the great presidents of all time
Wac a mole Making America shine
Categories:
whack, bullying, political,
Form:
Political Verse
what look of love
is shown upon these faces
that eyes can't erase
she be mine
tonight
to make so many more
groovey nights like this
foo reel yo
this lova vow is sealed with a kiss
hardly waitin to hold you
when he has his arms around you
how long should I wait when
I smell his colgne on you
when I kiss yo face and
the look of love
is in yo eye's
Categories:
whack, bereavement, betrayal, bullying, character,
Form:
Ballad
foo reel dough
dat foo reel yo
how dat feel yo
dat foo reel yo
dim whack azz beets
dos whack azz horns
what foo reel yo
dat's foo reel yo
reely dough! reely dough!
Categories:
whack, metaphor, music,
Form:
Ballad
Brick Whack in Dark Night
I woke up from my sleep with sudden shot,
And instantly forgot my dreams to tell,
Unconsciously my hand reached out for cell
It knew where I had put it, ere I fell
Into that June night sleep, too, too much hot
To fall asleep. However, it could not
Take hold of it. Quite desperate I got
Up in my bed, and searched for hand fan. Well!
I could not get it either. Oh, what Hell!
I simply sat down at the edge of cot
And felt the sweat-drops trickling at my back,
And looked around in echoing dark, dark lot.
It was quite dark and silent night. I think
I had not seen more silent, darker night
With gasp of silence all around up right
I tried to find some fissure, crevice, chink
Of outside light but could not. O alack!
I could not get the reason of that whack.
Categories:
whack, familynight, dark, dark, night,
Form:
Verse
Another happy day says, Happy Old Jack,
My giggles each day, sure add up to a stack
I'm a happy burrito
Filling my beano
With joyous emissions till my last whack at the cat
Categories:
whack, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
behold i’m a troll
being an imposter my goal
besides i’ve no role
behind these screens rots my soul
beating back into my hole
Dedicated to the coward/s that tried
to sabotage Edward Ibeh’s ‘(this or
that) contest.
By David Kavanagh
Categories:
whack, allusion, hate, jealousy,
Form:
Tanka
Enclave or enormous but pretty king mask
Brick per brick Rome's whack on an iron task
A shield to that tactful lions roar
His safe I'm saved from an odious boa
En masse we feed and stucked with 'cheese'!
On a flax we seat, soft like a fleece
See many at our domain, our blue means love
Cheers and welcoming we did, pure like a dove
Fierce sharks and hawks out like safari park
En bloc we sleep, no careless peep to the dark
Nevertheless, they horse around, we're free from attack
Relief, wow to our mask for the shield attach.
Categories:
whack, home, love, together,
Form:
Couplet
genealogy
family tree treasure hunt—
come to your census
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12/9/2019
Categories:
whack, family, history, people, tree,
Form:
Senryu
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I DO KNOW WHY YOU LOVE ME!
I DON'T LOVE YOU!
AND i AINT SAYING SOMETHING TO BREAK YOUR HEART!
I DON'T LIKE YOU!
mR. mUSIC FOOL!
STOP SING MY SONGS!
AND WHO EVER DID THE MELDEY FOR
"lET ME BE YOUR MAN" DID A WHACK-WORK
AND WHY DIDN'T YA'LL USE STARNGS TO HIGH-LIGHT THE
HORNS!
ALL THAT MONEY FOR ARRANGMENTS AND YA'LL STILL CAN'T
GET IT RIGHT!
GROOVE OR GRAVEY CHICO!
GROOVE OR GRAVY!
THAT JUNK IS WHACK<
sWIDELL, DID SANG THE HELL OUTTA" GET-GO" THOUGH
SHE GOT AJUSTABLE REEDS OR SUMTHANG
bABY GOTTA VOICE. HER FREAKFREINDS A ROUND AWAY MALE HUSSY
A CHUMP KIND PUNK. sWIGGS WITH SCANDELOUS CREEPS
AND SPENDS HIS TIME WITH THE PUNKS!
RIGHT THAT CHUMP !
Categories:
whack, celebrity, devotion, engagement, hip
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Wham! That music is dainty.
But the bass drum gives it a kick.
Such tympanic contrast.
A tasteful tune with a rap,
such a whack, such a wallop.
Memory can tease, torture,
create that tasteful tune
while dredging up a thought
of something better not called back,
to avoid such a whack, such a wallop.
(29 Dec 2023)
Categories:
whack, abuse, art, music,
Form:
Free verse