Best Whee Poems
Don't come around.Stay away from my door.
Don't come around.I don't want you no more.
Don't come around.I have made a decision.
My love's extinct like the passenger pigeon.
Don't send me letters because I'll just trash them.
Don't send me presents because I'll just smash them.
Find someone else who will love and respect you.
Someone who wants you and will not neglect you.
Thought we were perfect,you were my lover.
Thought we were perfect,I needed no other.
Thought we were perfect,but you're good at faking.
Thought you were faithful,but I was mistaken.
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I came home early one day unexpected.
I got a shock but I did not expect it.
Heard a strange noise coming out of the bedroom.
Sounded like a wolf howling at the full moon.
AHoooooooo!! AHooooooooooooo!!!
I opened up the door and turned on the light.
The sight that I saw made my hair turn white.
OHHH! MYYY! GODDOG!!!!
Categories:
whee, betrayal, break up, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
persnickety dickety whickety whee
the goomeiseters are coming to get you and me
I slide down the grass pipe, I stop to give one tiny tee hee
they are coming to get us, they’ll snatch us. You’ll see!
persnickety dickety whickety way
I have come here to play, I cannot be sent away
you’ll do what I say; I will hypnotize you, a stranger you’ll be
we’ll have some great moments, the goomeiseters, you and me.
Categories:
whee, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
My future is death
I am old
I am ready
To become part of the fold
Welcome back to the flock
And recycled swiftly
To return to the earth
Where things are a mess
Trying my best to help sort things out
But ecologically we are going to be in dire straits
Ruined the Ozone
The bees are dead
There is no coffee
I get recycled again.
Can I stay this time? I ask the angels.
They laugh and throw me onto a different planet
"You have not learned all the lessons yet," They say.
I am horrified.
This planet is worse.
No water, and no air.
I am swiftly taken back up to heaven.
What kind of life was that? I ask them.
A baby who gets right back? What was the purpose?
"It was not your lesson," they tell me. "It was for others."
Whap. I am back to Earth. Whee!
Categories:
whee, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Auntie Whee the absurd arrived, on her hat, a red bird.
Her jacket is ever so loud! I knew it meant she is proud.
She is not like the others, not the sisters or mothers.
Living in New York, and not eating burgers or pork.
Don’t let her rub off, I was warned, but I scoffed.
Her life looked brilliant to me, she was wild and free.
Her stories were a delight, I stayed up half the night.
More please I said more than twice, she was gentle and nice.
She’s different than us you see, said my uncle Lee.
Actually, different than him, but much the same as me.
When I grew up I would go to New York, and stop eating pork.
I wanted to be wild and free like my Dear Auntie Whee.
Categories:
whee, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Whee was a girl of sixteen, on the run.
Life as she knew it was truly no fun.
Dad had died when she was a toddler, not three.
Mom was usually passed out in room for one.
The checks had stopped coming some time ago.
The neighbors called her mother a crack house ‘ho.
Whee had reached out once at school – a big mistake!
When the coppers left, she got lots of woe.
Her feet were tired. Her muscles did ache.
She stayed off main highways where big trucks quake.
Lost girl in a world that did not care.
Resolved to not steal or rudely take.
Met a crazy lady with frizzy hair.
Who brought her home to a weird hoarder’s lair.
Paths through the boxes were not very wide.
Loving though; ready to happily share.
When the police came looking, she let Whee hide.
They both had the same troubles down inside.
This was the best home Whee could remember.
She had not felt such love since daddy died.
With Ma Blebomb from June to September.
Sang and laughed her way through to November.
Took care of the lady when she got sick,
Inherited the house in December.
Promised she would keep her eyes looking out
To help any runaway girls who needed to shout.
Kept her promise, and let two runaways in.
Keeping Ma’s legacy which is what the house was about.
Categories:
whee, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative