Best Wheezy Poems
whimsical windswept whiteness
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide
welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness
Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on October 23, 2018
Categories:
wheezy, death, evil, grief, heartbroken,
Form:
Alliteration
Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight
So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk
When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside Bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound
Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane
It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy
Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached
Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong
Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts
Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince
.
.
Categories:
wheezy, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Remember the walk we had at a dawn?
You mocked the fog and sang me a song
I cursed the cascade for being so rackety
You cursed the wind for being so wheezy
Arms in arms, walking and dancing
The sun too rose giggling
We passed through a garden, some buds, and birds
We passed some playing kids, nurses and mosques
The steepest mountain we climbed and laughed
The deepest dive we dived, and survived
Whale, sea horse, and shark stood shocked
As with lively skills, we had them tricked
Now the sun is sitting, the moon is waning
Our song is still not finished, and it has started snowing
___________-__________________-___
30th Oct, 2020 (11:30 pm)
Note: this one is about love, and our short lifespan. Offcourse, it is easy to pass through different stages of life when you have a lovely companion, but no matter how much time you get, it will never ever be enough. Death never stops chasing us, even if the companions stay loyal forever ). (I am hell sleepy right now, but wanted to write this one lol.)
Categories:
wheezy, death, life, love, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
It was one of them nights with nothing to do
We sat round the log fire in the inn like you do
Telling ghost stories and massive white lies
Old Harry snuffed his pipe out, light shone in his eyes
I will tell you a story, once fishing, its true
I once went on the lake with Jimmy McGrew
We was drinking and smokin and things were all fine
When suddenly a snatch back, something caught the line
Well it would not come up, it was stuck or got snagged
I caught a whale, Old Jimmy he bragged
After a time, he said , for goodness sake
I will have to go down there, go into the lake
So Jimmy jumped in but he came back up fast
He couldn’t catch his breath all wheezy and gasps
I says, to Jimmy, what’s going on
We gotta get out here, come on, come on
Something had spooked him, that was sure clear
I never seen Jimmy so taken with fear
When we was back, on old Terra Fermain
He was much calmer, I asked him again
You won't believe what I saw, he did said
There was a guy down there, standing on the bed
Just standing right there with a net in his hand
Stood there, right standing, his feet on the sand
We went into town and he told the law
They came to the lake with their frog suits and all
After a while they went down for a look
Then they came back for a rope and a hook
One said to Jimmy, you saw him its true
We understand how he scared you we do
Its not what you that think, that guy is long dead
Just try and get him from inside your head
He ain’t stood there, standing, like a monster alive
I tell you what we found when we did go dive
He,s been missing for some time, Its Cornelius Peggs
The thing is, that he had artificial legs
They heavy from iron and got stuck in the sand
Boat accident I guess from that net in his hand
Categories:
wheezy, boat,
Form:
Ode
Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder. He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, next her.
Guinevere is pleased her eager leader, Caesar’s seen her. In degrees, she breezes, “Sir, see our sea surf? These sea treasures are pleasures to sea czars and we serfs.”
Caesar desires, if it please her, to seize her and squeeze her.
But Esther Dexter who’s next her interjects the elder perspective protector with an inflective reflector.
“Easy, wheezy geezer Caesar. It may please her if you squeeze her at your leisure, but if you seize her in a fever, she’s sure to seizure; so leave her at ease, sir!”
Peeved Caesar, seethes, sneezes, wheezes, breathes and proceeds. He’s pissed his less best pest of a sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, persists amidst this tryst.
He flees to cleave Guinevere’s knees. “See here, dear Guinevere. I’m neither teaser nor misfeasor geezer and will not proceed to cede to my tongue twisted sister, Esther Dexter. Please heed to receive my believable plead so I may leave relieved.”
Guinevere is pleased with her Caesar and suggests to Esther Dexter to leave her and Caesar forever.
Categories:
wheezy, humorous, love, passion, sea,
Form:
Alliteration
Pollen
Fallin'
Sneezy
Wheezy
Seed flies
Red eyes
Nose-run
No Fun!
Categories:
wheezy, funny, nature,
Form:
Footle
Seven days and lonely at night
Was a Princess called Snow White
On her doorstep there was
Little guy dwarves
All different to view from sight
So on Monday night she did walk
To Dopey's bedroom for a talk
The conversation was slow
Up sticks did she go
At her topless body he did gawk
When Tuesday evening came around
She tiptoed without a sound
Beside bashful she sat
Blimey, not again, no chat
His eyes on me will never abound
Oh my! it's Wednesday again
Am I beautiful or just plain Jane
I better go to the Doc
Do I look good in this frock
Am I letting my shapely shapes wane
It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy
Whose chest has become rather wheezy
To him I won't kiss
No matter his wish
I have no desire to become queasy
Thankfully Friday has been reached
It's the weekend long lies are now preached
For Sleepy I'll never wake
No booty will he shake
My cheeks he'll never see peached
Saturday has finally come along
Even Grumpy now sings the same song
With a song and a cheer
Shared over a few beers
No chance you'll get into my thong
Have I saved Sunday to be the best
Is Happy better than the rest
His smile tells me so
For more than his cheeks glow
At last a loving grin at my breasts
Oh I need to be loved ever since
Like the weeks I had with my Prince
For many many nights
He knew to love me right
When I walked, you could see my legs wince
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-6.php
Categories:
wheezy, funny, me, me,
Form:
Limerick
Always thought I was in pretty good shape
For a dude of seventy-nine
Until I met up with the basement stairs
Challenged them 9 or 10 times
They won the battle, oh they surely did win
Lifting stuff was damn well easy
But lifting this bod up and down the stairs
Made me a whole lot wheezy
At seventy-nine, guess I still can be proud
That I'm still quite able to bring it
In my younger years, thought I'd be all alone
Drooling and loosing it bit by bit
It just goes to show you if you've lived a good life
And you're healthy, no need to stop
Wake up with a dirty big grin on your kisser
Riding bucking broncos till you drop
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
wheezy, age, happiness, life,
Form:
Quatrain
whispering of winds
sibilant, susurrations
inspiring insights
braggart's boring boasts
haughty, howlingly hollow
a wisp and a whiff
tintinnabulum
continuously caressed
potent priapic
wet and wheezy whine
old nick now is not so nice
whispering wraiths wait
Categories:
wheezy, allusion, cancer, humanity, imagery,
Form:
Haiku
You make my life so easy
sucking up the dirt and fluff,
hair that makes me quite queasy
and all sorts of unmentionable stuff.
You never get tired or wheezy
and help when things get rough.
Or when I feel rather uneasy,
you show you’re always tough enough.
Theme 2
48 words
Categories:
wheezy, humorous,
Form:
Ode
Abacus yacht boats pleasy
Banana boats are queazy
Catamaran boats squeezy
Dinghy boats all out easy
Eagle Craft boats too cheesy
Fishing boats yet so breezy
Game boats crazy uneasy
Houseboats creepy sneezy
Inflatable boats fizzy
Jet boats so smokeeasy
Kayak boats much so creasy
Lifeboats namely are busy
Motor boats mainly teasy
Narrowboats are but woozy
Origami boats leasy
Pontoon boats namely weasy
Q-Ship boats likewise greasy
Rider boats rather wheezy
Sedan bridge boats are flimsy
Trawler boats just as queasy
U-boats notably dizzy
Vessel boats sure are squeasy
Wakeboard boats easy-peasy
Xebec boats rather frenzy
Yacht boats are indeed sleazy
Zille fish boats funny fuzzy
Categories:
wheezy, simile,
Form:
Acrostic
Put me in the corner
See how long I stand
I will not be a mourner
I know I'm meant for
something grand
The stars above me
They speak to my soul
Shining with glee
Leading me to my goal
As I get confused in society's
values
I grasp onto the things that
feel true
Looking for a clue in all these
issues
The key to a meaningful world
view
I know I am but only one
person
Never can I be completely
perfect
But I refuse to worsen
Or to lose my self respect.
To reach the answer is not
easy
It takes a lot a scars and
bruises
At times it's a fair bit wheezy
I cannot fall back on excuses
With all the trials and
tribulations
I become more reasserted
A cherished desire of
aspirations
With sorrows being averted
I reach out to you my friend
Letting go of my petty woes
To help you grow and see you
ascend
It's how we must transpose
Categories:
wheezy, inspirationalme,
Form:
ABC
I went to the Tunbridge World’s Fair
Walked among the salt of the earth while there
So proud of the work they had done
And of the ribbons they won
The pigs and the piglets were squealing; the Morgan’s they were appealing
The cows they appeared to not care
The roosters were strutting; the sheep’s wool they were cutting
A child costumed like her goat what a pair
I work in a room with no window
Fresh is not what I would call the air
The building is old; probably full of black mold
And the stress sometimes more than I can bare
I guess I envy the farmer
Watching their crops and livestock grow
Milking the cows; feeding the sows
And all of the other seeds that they sow
A farmer’s life I know is not easy
The end for the livestock makes me quite queasy
On my grandmother’s farm; the butcher’s presence would cause such alarm
Her breathing would get very wheezy
Still I would like more time in fresh air
For animals and crops I could care
Since it can’t be; it’s not meant for me
I can feel a part once a year at the fair
Categories:
wheezy, farm, life,
Form:
Light Verse
It’s six dimensions, seventeen senses
The body of my text posess extra caring for death sentences
Set your alarm, cause’ it’s to late for you to adjust
The streets are too loud for crying, for help or for dazzling lust
It’s to dangerous to speak, to feel, to dream
A five minute doom from a hell’s judge and you’re no longer free
You wanna know how to stay alive?
Well, you better learn how to combine
It’s pure mathematics, not that simple, but sometimes too much easy
After all, this equation it’s already wheezy
I can assure you that no man’s poison you’ll keep you from decipher
Otherwise, pray to not get killed in the web driver viper
Categories:
wheezy, poetry, poets, symbolism, urban,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Put me in the corner
See how long I stand
I will not be a mourner
I know I'm meant for
something grand
The stars above me
They speak to my soul
Shining with glee
Leading me to my goal
As I get confused in society's
values
I grasp onto the things that
feel true
Looking for a clue in all these
issues
The key to a meaningful world
view
I know I am but only one
person
Never can I be completely
perfect
But I refuse to worsen
Or to lose my self respect.
To reach the answer is not
easy
It takes a lot a scars and
bruises
At times it's a fair bit wheezy
I cannot fall back on excuses
With all the trials and
tribulations
I become more reasserted
A cherished desire of
aspirations
With sorrows being averted
I reach out to you my friend
Letting go of my petty woes
To help you grow and see you
ascend
It's how we must transpose
Categories:
wheezy, inspirationalme,
Form:
ABC