Egg Shaped Poems | Examples


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Wishes

Wishes

I made wishes: to 
have 
instant not light shaggy hair, to 
have a
not able to 
be eaten egg-shaped nut with
yellowish brown shell (no face) as a 
head, to 
have aluminium shins and 
maybe 
aluminium eyes.

Premium Member HUMPTY DUMPTY


         HUMPTY DUMPTY


       Just close to main gate in front of entry,
       where standing the tall eucalyptus tree,
       sat on the wall fatty Humpty Dumpty
       in egg-shaped uniform : The king’s sentry.

       All the king’s men under Humpty Dumpty
       served him seventeen cups of hot green tea.
       He asked for food and snacks from king’s pantry.
      Prompt came chocolates, cake, cookies, pastry.

       Next he ordered seven eggs from poultry.
       Taking food he memorised poetry.
       By look he may be funny, yet pretty.
       He is intelligent, smart and witty.

Premium Member I Boiled Two Eggs That Were Already Boiled

i dunno why that happened
you'd think that
would
possibly be a common
occurrence;
eggs are egg-shaped
for
the hen's benefit
round eggs? 
think 
about it... i 
did
when i was boiling 
the two eggs
that were already 
boiled


Premium Member Validation of God Vision

Cosmic energy porous
Luminous egg shaped torus
Flanked by Vishnu & Shiva
In the centre seated Brahma

Such is the manifestation 
Directly cognised visualisation 
Of a friend we know close hand
Who now before God stands

God domain Hirayangarbha 
Upon which planet Hirayanyaloka
He meets Jesus & Agastyamuni
Ascended master Yukteswar Giri

The visitation of consciousness 
As pure unbound awareness
To love energised Gods domain 
By grace alone when ego is slain 

There is of course far more to it
Each ascension marks new summits
All we hope is that this validation
Strengthens resolve of our meditation 

Making love divine our orientation 

29-August-2020

Fuse

Fuse
Milly the mortar bomb went bang! Her little bits of shrapnel sought out flesh. Her blast wave wanted to crush. Her tail fin stuck in an Argentinean's head. Milly's owner, Private Gonk, British Army, reloaded and fired again. He enjoyed his job.

It's all about touching hearts with the thermonuclear flash, improving lives with the terrific blast wave, making shoes to run like Santa Claus, loving art so you make better bombs and believing in targeting people.

The General stole a sack of grenades to show his kids. He planned a surprise party with a blast. The fun would be explosive and egg shaped. Bits of metal were the gift. Death the prize. The General smiled to himself. He was ready to kill.





Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Premium Member Wonderstruck

Captive to the rainstorm
Riding the glaring lightening flare
Blistering the silent egg shaped moon
Tearing open the limitless midnight sky
Flashing with the vengeance 
Of fierce exquisite white gold
Splitting the whirlwind atmosphere
With the perfection of stillness
Transpiring with the serrated shape
Of its jagged naked energy
Thundering within turbulent caverns
Of the bowels of the universe
Crashing like brittle blasts
Pursued by crackling ghosts resounding
Screaming, striking the dormancy
Far into the opulent blanket of earth
Transposing the primal jolt of its deliverance
Like the swinging Hammer of Zeus
With such majesty and wild haste
Like the utter abandonment in the thrust of great force
Challenging my breath with its repercussion
Its rumination and countenance
Of my impaled soul! 

August 5, 2019


Premium Member Humpty Dumpty

HUMPTY- DUMPTY

        Sat on the wall, funny fatty Humpty-Dumpty.
         In egg-shaped uniform he was king’s sentry.
                           Eating butter and bread,
                          taking needle and thread
      repairing shiny white dress quite pretty.

     All the king’s men under Humpty- Dumpty
       served prompt fifteen cups of green tea.
                    Humpty-Dumpty took sips
                     With broad wide soft lips
     asked for more food and snacks from king’s pantry.
    
    Humpty-Dumpty wanted ride on road side view.
     All the king’s horses were standing in a queue.
                     Humpty-Dumpty chose one,
                     In the last race that won.
    All the king’s cats and kittens started calling mew-mew.

     Horse neighed loud running on stormy speed
      Humpty-Dumpty had great fall but did not bleed.
                  Egg-shaped armour broke.
                   He wore a wooden cloak.
     Humpty-Dumpty, King’s sentry good in deed indeed.

  06/29/18
                Third Place
 'The mystery of Humpty Dumpty' Contest by Faraz Ajmal

Rugby Balls One Liner Sports

 No wonder his dropping  balls are egg - shaped . He 's a veteran  rugby player 



Not for the contest but inspired  by  the Sports one liner contest : )

Green Grass

Hard boiled egg shell dyed
Decorated with pastells and crayons
double dip for a richer color
Festive

Little feet running and searching
Baskets overloaded
Depositing candy along the way
Bunny hopscotch, ring toss
Bendy bunny, bunny ink pens
Carrot pick up sticks
Egg shaped chocolates

Remember the everlasting life
Remember the blood and 
Remission of sins
Remember you must be born again.

Circle

Circle
Very curving
Arching, bending, looping
Circles comes in different sizes
Egg-shaped

Bedlam Baby

I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour, 
flavor of the season.

Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,
                    intention,
                            problem,
                                  solution?

Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the  mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?

I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.

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