Ers Poems - Poems about Ers

Little ers

there is no one this poet hate more than
those little ers with power in their hand
who would do nothing but sit back and watch
as the world continues to burn in the fire

there is no one this poet hate more than
those little ers with hands full of money
who sold their soul to build the empires
that run

Categories: ers, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse

QUACK-ERS


Twas the night before Christmas, I finished the trees.
And feeling good cheer, I'd drank a few beers.
The treats I'd laid out didn't last very long.
As I found myself snacking, I knew that was wrong.
 
Then, later in bed, I awoke with a start.
And realized the reason: my own noisy fart.
Like sounds of ducks quacking, my

Categories: ers, christmas, humor,
Form: Rhyme

A Comb-edy of Hair-ers

My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I answered, "May I mullet over?"
Seriously, working there is a shear delight, 
with some nice fringe benefits
They're a real cut above

Categories: ers, hair, humor,
Form: Light Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

April Show-Ers

I was a zealous meteorologist, which I had been for a long time,
As the roving years work diligently, to create a very fine wine.

So content in my fond vocation, many deemed me tops in my field,
As golden sunshine streams from above, causing nature to yield!

Weather had long allured me, and I found its patterns riveting,
Like

Categories: ers, fantasy, flower, happiness, nature,
Form: Couplet

Worry-Ers of the Past

Worry-ers of the Past


Tears subside into sleep
Sleep subsides into Death
Arms wide open to receive you
Down in its murky depths

Frozen but aglow with warmth
Rivers of a salted sash
Meander on my face like yours
Flag us forever
As worry-ers of the past

We sink you and I
Dead, but still breathing
Dead and domineering
Afraid of our power
Burnt from shadows and feeling

Categories: ers, anxiety, cry, death,
Form: Free verse

Fl Our Ers

my pupils
dilate
sated
by 

van gogh
irises
then
i'm

in a 
moan
over the
monet's

the flowers
the same
but now
waiting

salivating
for to see
the oooh
keeffe's

Categories: ers, muse,
Form: I do not know?

Numb Ers

counting my
thumb as one
i have ten
fingers

and when
it comes 
to toes
even

though odd
the little
piggie
that

went all
the way
home
makes

ten so
then
may
i add

up the
ways
that i
love

you

Categories: ers, muse,
Form: I do not know?

The Exuberant Laugh-Ers

No one laughs as loudly or as exuberantly as a child 
from the ghetto or the barrio.
I know, for I have worked with children 
from a ghetto for six years, and from a barrio for five.
They have learned to laugh with absolute pure flat out sugar joy.  
Their excited piercing scream-laugh can go from

Categories: ers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative

Spring Break-Ers

dock appendages
spring break at the beach
human barnacles

Categories: ers, 11th grade, spring,
Form: Senryu

Prayers and Pray-Ers

sestets with tail rhyme

Prayers to ponder – the seventeenth of John.
Prayers for Himself – “God, glorify your Son.”
Prayers take time
Prayers for his disciples – “God, make them one.”
Prayers for us – generations unborn.
Prayers take time.

Pray-ers ask, but they listen to God too.
Pray-ers confess sins, profess faith anew.
Pray-ers make time 
Pray-ers think and thank, praise Jesus

Categories: ers, introspection, time,
Form: Tail-rhyme