Billy Poems - Poems about Billy

There is an old goat named Billy who finds the altitude chilly and with insufficient grippage to prevent downhill slippage may fall off the mountain but will he?...

Continue reading...

They called him Billy—Old Billy they said, A man of few words, who walked where none tread. Eyes like the storm, with a soul full of scars, He trusted no one, not the moon nor the stars. Once he had laughter, once he had friends, But betrayal, like poison, seeped in the end. Lovers who lied, and brothers who stole, Left empty...

Continue reading...

I got to thinkin' about Billy the Kid and the peculiar line of work he did. If I were Billy's older brother or pa, I would say, "instead of bein' a bad outlaw", why not get yerself an education, a 401K and three weeks' vacation....

Continue reading...

God made Billy Joel gave him clothes to dress my soul I wear those clothes listening to music My style my face my picture of grace From young to old the picture is told Decades were made that did not fade Music that I will always remember My soul music my September The words of music always displayed the feeling of life 'The Piano Man's life' 'She's always a...

Continue reading...

Believe in yourself don’t dwell in the past Until things become clear Sail your ship let the stars be...

Continue reading...

You are gone and I am okay. In fact, I wanted it this way. For you, life was a machete. I always wished you to be free. Leaving us for months, sometimes years, made me often spill grieving tears or scream aloud my sibling's plea. I always wished you to be free. I lived with a broken heart stain and thought with an aching...

Continue reading...

You are a brother And a son, special gifts For you are known, shown You are a child And a man sang "Kumbaya" "Come by here, O' Lord" As if to forecast His love to a family You held together In its time of need Things amazing this poet If you did know it You a gift from God As only He could style As He opens...

Continue reading...

Once upon a Halloween night, Billy Butcherson came to life, A zombie with a tongue of tar, Brought back by three witches, so bizarre. Hocus Pocus, the witches chanted, In the night, their schemes were implemented, But Billy, once a lover scorned, Now sought redemption, reborn. Through the streets of Salem he roamed, Among the living, his...

Continue reading...

Lilly And Billy Street cat Billy's spongy scraggly and cool So, so edgy-sik, he's a grunge-dusky jewel House cat Lily purrs he's so fine Billy scoffs just get in line But he knows deep down he'll gladly play the fool ...

Continue reading...

Robert Sherriff, Australian Poet, Author, Singer, Actor, American Historian, Photographer Exploring the Legend of Billy the Kid In the annals of the Wild West, one name that continues to captivate with its blend of notoriety and mythos is Billy the Kid. This enigmatic figure, often depicted as a ruthless killer, remains a subject of enduring fascination for historians...

Continue reading...

There once was a man called Billy. He said, "See the lovely Lily!" She wasn't young, But had a sweet tongue, How could he say no to her silly....

Continue reading...

My itty bitty brother Billy Was sometimes funny sometimes silly Tried to stand on his head But got racked up instead So now he has to ice his willy...

Continue reading...

"Born William Henry McCarty, Jr. AKA, Billy the Kid or El Chivito, (Billy Goat/Kid). He had a younger brother named Joseph, and they both had an older sister named Bridget McCarty. Not much is known about the family other than the widow Catherine raised her son Billy before dying of tuberculosis. Also, him and his...

Continue reading...

I'd chosen you as my flunky - Your hair - Neanderthal red, You'd hurry towards my shrill calling, De-cloth me and roll me to bed. 'Textured', you woo-ed, 'mild and creamy', Said I'd never last long on the shelf, I blushed, put out, yet warming within, Soon began to value myself. Brought you into my secrets - my tales - My concerns for my...

Continue reading...

Hey, Billy you walked among the blind, they had no reason to be kind; hey, Billy you carried no single weight on your shoulders, and saw no street beggar stretching his empty hands. Was I the good-hearted man who gave all, never thinking I would be appreciated, and get a warm hug or a welcoming hello? I didn't do it to raise...

Continue reading...