Best Zip Poems
Getting ready to go to the big school
Was such a worrying thing
I heard grim tales of bullies
The teachers and the cane
And when I saw the savages
Get of the bus and fight
The worry almost drove me insane.
I remember my mother taking me
for a new school uniform
In the Army and Navy stores
Trying on twenty uniforms
Or more.
My mother chose a blazer
Far too big for me
It looked like a parachute
And so long in went below the knee.
It would have been better a poor lad
Three times as big as me.
She said ''well, you'll grow in to it.''
Thirty years later I'm still waiting.
My trousers were so baggy
A gust of wind and I would almost fly
You could see me fly by.
When I got to school
Out of nearly 2,000 other pupils
I stuck out like a sore thumb
I was so embarrassed
Thanks to mum.
The zippier on my trousers was always bursting
Because I was so fat
I'd go to the matron
Who aid I spoke the Queens English
Give me a safety pin for my zipper
And that was the end of that.
Sometimes the button would fly off my trousers
Suddenly and my trousers would fall down
I had to pull them up and hold them in place
With one hand
And hold my blazer
over my crotch
You can imagine the strange looks that Got.
Yes the one who said, ''School days are the happiest days of your life''
Well
They never went to my school, mine was Hell.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. May.
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
I buttoned my blouse and my lip
no longer in love, no longer care
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
wanted to soak away hurt not talk and swear
needed to relax my heart and close the zip
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
I buttoned my blouse and my lip
Penned 24August 2014
Zeugma's
ran the bath and fingers through my hair
I buttoned my blouse and my lip.
Satan cometh to kill
As an angel of light he does appeal
So zip up your armor
And don’t be fooled by this charmer
For, it is your breath he wants to steal!
Jesus, the giver of life
Oh how he loves his beautiful wife
He took all her shame
And bore all the blame
Now together, their future is rife!
Written By: Stacey Brown
1-4-15
Playing practical jokes gave Fred a high
making folks look foolish he wasn't shy.
But one vengeful night
victims took delight
seeing him on TV with an open fly.
My Mother in law insists she's always right
I would disagree.... but I won't cause a fight!
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Don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so be a good sport.
While we head to a resort.
After the high school prom tonight.
We can make whoopee, under a pine tree.
After I take you by the hand.
Then we'll see buckets of golden nuggets,
flowers and daffodils.
The we'll see puppets, all playing their trumpets,
very load and strong from the band.
So don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so give me all your support.
Before we head to a resort.
And before, we make love in the ocean sand..
Zip Your Zipper Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..
All rights reserved
Now is the time
Of the retrieving of the jackets
From whence they've spent
Their summer repose
Or
The back of the closet
So sorry that I'd
Forgotten about you
Until your warmth
Sent me searching
Welcome back, old friend
Especially if
You've got money
In your pocket
Hunting to and fro
Zipping between marigolds
Low flying sparrow
By Robb A. Kopp
Zip Zap Zoom Zoop
I love these kind of words
their very presence makes me smile
A jump in my heart as these words come forth
as I see the words
splat and boom
gaw and he haw
little words
that have no real purpose but
to remind me that life
is suppose to be fun
As I stand
Contemplating the threshold
Hopeless nobles
Pouring superficial sorrows
Parked in seven black chairs
Legs Tied
With Zip-Ties
I observe
Dark shallow depths
A mountain of endless
Contaminated tissue
Extruding over the brim of trash
Conquering wounds
As I
Take my leap of faith
Stepping forward with
My nametag
Hello, my name is Love
I Am an addict
Zip Code
Contaminated water
For a few more dollars
Immoral power
Zip Code
Red Zone
No loans
Where are the politicians with a backbone?
Zip Code
Confrontation
Discrimination
Forced incrimination
Zip Code
Dirty streets
Vociferous beats
Too shallow to be deep
Zip Code
Higher prices
Thinner slices
This is a major crisis
Zip Code
High unemployment
Super high rent
What! It’s just a misprint?
Zip Code
Clean streets
Cushioned seats
But they're only for the elite
Zip Code
There’s no injustice
They’re reading books by Augustus
And there’s no need for buses
Zip Code
Prime steaks
Juicy grapes
And clear lakes
Zip code
Well lit stores
Carpeted floors
And Bellhops opening doors
Zip Code
For the poor
Zip Code
For the rich
Separation is designed to stir up contention
Aint that ah.....
I live in the fall,
the dying nation between two worlds.
I am barefoot,
strapped to a catapult.
I toil where the dark storms brew.
I see you there,
like the armrest between the discomfort,
and the sadness.
And I see you standing staunchly,
as if the answers
are in the lightning you seek.
It is only me.
And I reside here,
where all lands die,
not where you can find comfort
in your lost lack of liberation.
I know you wish for color in the grey,
but I am ash in the pot you burned,
not the rainbow for which you yearned
A fly on the wall,
overhearing a parent
chastise their teenage child
Shut up, when you hear me
laying down the law
No back talking ...
keep it quiet, yo
Don't wanna hear no squawking
When the riot act is being read,
silence must prevail I'm afraid
Don't wanna hear a peep ...
hold your tongue, yo
Say nothing, unless I say speak
Zip your mouth
Give me the sign:
two fingers running across your lips
Nod your head
north to south
Written words I don't mind
But be careful, you're only getting this one tip ---
When I'm righting your wrong,
keep your mouth zipped
No verbal pardon forthcoming this time,
so zip your mouth ...
unless you're willing to confess to your crime
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car stranded snow drifts either side
bad weather flask and blanket
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The "zip" form developed by John Carley, a haiku of 15 syllables is presented over two lines, each of which contains one internal caesura represented by a double space.
I wish we all had a body with a zip
For when we need a replacement hip
The body is unzipped to replace a new part
A liver or kidney, a lung or new heart
Bones are removed and replaced as required
No need for traction or bones that are wired
The days will be gone for all operations
This will catch on with all the nations
Order on-line or a big shop will do
To buy a spare body part just for you
No need to worry, no need to fuss
Decide what you need and catch the bus
Tesco’s and Asda can sell the bits you need
They will grow organic body parts from a seed
So bear that in mind if you are an inventor
A brain needs inventing that doesn’t get dementia