Bragging Poems - Poems about Bragging

Aunt Marges Christmas Letter

Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again.
Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair
of our chinny chin chin”

We knew what it would hold
Accomplishments of her six awful kids
We had nothing to do with them
Thanks to their behaviors
our family reunions had been on the skids.

This one is perfect.
That one is fine.
Billy is

Bragging about Cute Granddaughter

My granddaughter is the cutest girl in Texas.
Maybe even in the whole southeast of the USA.
She was the most boastful grandma we met that day.
And we are all grandmas, with our hair of gray.

If I show you a picture it will dazzle your eyes out.
Her bragging was ridiculous, took form of a shout.
We said sure

Bragging Santa Panda

On Christmas Eve a call went out from the Pole.
Santa was sick, we needed a witch, faerie or troll.
Someone who could substitute and take his route.
The reindeer were on the hunt, the elves were out.

Santa panda flew in on a magic carpet with a loud brag.
I can do better than any faerie or witch, they

Quilting Bragging Rights

the quilting festival is an event where grandma lingers.
Her friends are there – Mag, Charlene and Mrs. Fingers.
They try to pretend it is not a competition at all.
But they drag their secrets outside in the middle of fall.

Oh, my, I never saw that red and green one before!
Gram says to Mrs. McDiggins, the Irish gal

Bragging

What a blessing to not need to write

To not burn from a desire to express what words cannot
To have things I want to do
And the ability to do so

For no feelings to be trapped in verbose amber
Nor crystallized in song, dance, paint
But instead lived

Is there truly a difference
In channeling love in amber to show
Instead of

From Worried To Bragging

She only paints elephants, her mama said, feeling worried.
The rest of the artists do different things, you know that.
The mouse ran off, for his siblings had all scurried.
He knew that this artist’s elephants were fashionable and phat.

To help the mama out, the mouse talked the paintings up.
His grandma bought two, as did his Great-Great-Uncle Hup.
We

A Nobel Prize For Bragging

This is insane. This is unheard of a president
Behaving like that. Yes, he deserves a prize
It's a great honor to lead a country this size
Be happy, pragmatic and wait if by accident
You will be honored. You are no Dr. M.L. King
The Nobel Peace Prize is about being humble
It is not about acting like a wrestler

Bragging Artist

You yell in your style from the hot roof top
Nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop
You pronounce you’ll make a great name
As an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim.

You say there are colors hidden in your eye
We all know it's nothing but a white flat lie
So you think you carry the gene of

Bragging On Our Quilters

My gram can make a quilt in a day, the six-year-old said.
My aunt came make one with her eyes shut, standing on her head.
My mother can make two before tomorrow’s grass has wet dew.
You are both crazy! You braggarts, you two!

My gram is a quilt-maker, and hers are the best.
My auntie’s are so beautiful, she

Bragging About Their Stuff Again

Yes, we have this and that and this this this
Their mouths never close, their tongues never miss
Their material things are brought out daily to show
Yet do they know where their surly sons or sad daughters go?

We have heard their offspring are on drugs,dangling far away.
Their children never come home to laugh, eat, study or play.
These

The Kitty Who Bragged

I have a fancy Christmas tree hat bragged the feline
And a sportscar red, and a tummy that is always fed.
She has never had to wait, listen or stand in line.
The rest of the class began grousing behind her head.
She had gotten this fabulous hat when her grandpa died.
It was the one thing in the house

Bragging Egmit

I am the only patriotic red, white and blue gnome in the USA, Egmit said.
I was surprised at Egmit’s braggadocio but kept silent.
The 4th of July parade starts at two, and I knew the theme was gnome.
By three that afternoon, Egmit had a long face, he was in tears.
There had been over two hundred patriotic

Bragging Iguana Was On My Last Nerve

The bragging iguana was on my last nerve.
He ran into a cloud after he took a fast swerve.
He’s such a show off! For an inventor I said.
He had invented a tea kettle hot air balloon bed.

His invention traveled all over the meadow today.
Some easily influenced children were shouting hooray.
I was annoyed by his attitude; he

Bragging Rights Gone

I once knew a young fellow named Swanson
Who bragged about his enormous johnson
He caught it in a zipper
Which was a painful ripper
And now, he no longer touts his once-on. 

written August 14, 2021

To Poetry Soup

To poetry soup
I shall stick
Until I start walking with a stoop,
To and fro patrolling with walking stick.

On my fingers the soup
Forever my fingers I lick:
My fidelity to the group
Until my still bragging shoulders droop.

What I see in poetry soup
Are buxom hens in a coop
You can’t but many yearn to pick
And not a single one aside

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