Clot Poems - Poems about Clot

CLOT

Locks Merely 
Challenge
The Free Will
Of Path-Ways.

-Gray Squirrel

07-23-2025

Categories: clot, life,
Form: Free verse

Coid19 Vaccine

I'm Scott the Clot and I am mighty mean.
I'm spreading the virus called covid19.
I'm trying to get rid of all my astrazeneca vaccine.
A blood-clotting vaccine,
A potential killing machine.
I love that word, vaccine.
One jab only costs a dime,
And I'll open up the borders in a short time.

Categories: clot, flying, health, humor, money,
Form: Rhyme

Air

Air, the gentle breeze
A clot of gas we hold dear.
Sans it, woe betide.

Categories: clot, nature, wind,
Form: Haiku

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Blood Clot and Boycott

Blood Clot and Boycott

Rather than crossing lines and boycott,
We did have a drink  called blood clot,
And then hardened;
From jail pardoned;
After we would finish it, hit the spot.

Jim Horn

Categories: clot, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick

Blood Clot and Boycott and More

Blood Clot and Boycott

Rather than crossing lines and boycott,
We did have a drink  called blood clot,
And then hardened;
From jail pardoned;
After we would finish it, hit the spot.

Jim Horn

Trump Did Declare Another Edict

Trump did declare another edict,
And to a habit was sure to stick;
Bull shot;
Got caught,
Seeing women in red light district.

Summit Up Would Gum It

Whenever

Categories: clot, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick

The Dripping Blood From Her Heart Needed To Clot

the dripping blood from her heart needed to clot

the couple was rolling along in their boat
on a river to nowhere, on a cloudy day
when she decided to push him overboard
she was tired of his cheating ways
who cares if he ended up as driftwood
she blew him a last kiss, pretentious 
she then looked into his inquiring

Categories: clot, betrayal, break up, emotions,
Form: Free verse

What a Clot Am I

What A Clot Am I
I sit there just waiting, waiting my turn to move
You’ll never know where I’ll strike; I am on a mission, myself to prove
No one knows where I’ll strike, but Doppler* tries to find me
Especially if I decide to have a trip to your retina, so you can’t see
I can put a

Categories: clot, health,
Form: Verse