Fellow Poems - Poems about Fellow

A Happy Fellow Named Jack

There's this happy fellow named Jack
A serious bone in his body he lacks
When they finally close his coffin
He'll be scratchin' and clawin'
Yelling a la Schwarzenegger “I'll be back”

My Budding Fellow Psychoanalysts

    Which disorder should I model for my class today
       Anorexia-bulimia is simply too passe
    Obsessive compulsive – so 20th century

    Agoraphobia is a distinct possibility
       ‘Cos acrophobia’s too HIGH-ly infectious for me

 

Fellow

 • Such a charming fellow
• With eyes a vibrant yellow 
• He'll stare you down
• Often with a frown
• Befriend him and you'll see he's quite mellow 

Trials and Tribulations

Despite trials, and we’ve had many,
with tribulations, felt lost at sea,
we get up each day
with an effort to say,
for our freedoms we’ll fight, to be free.

Fellow Citizens

On January 2025 Pinhead will be proud to welcome so many of his fellow citizens to hell and god bless!!

A Fellow Poet Wrote Her Obit In 2020

She said that the stars were listening.
She said that her gift was a curse
but that was four years ago.
She said that she hoped
we would understand.
She added that she was proud
that her daughter had a child
but daughter had stopped speaking with her/

She never mentioned a date
or possible cause of death.

This summer, four years later
 she told

To Destroy A Fellow Poet, But Why

I have seen this phenomenon, all my life.
Pride is cruel, aged by the dark sin of vanity
Within humans, such needless, painful strife.
It seems to plague us, on all levels of humanity.

I know you are writing poetry and doing your best 
Coming here strictly to be your fine, expressive self.
Yet to some, you shall never, never

Being Judged By a Fellow Poet

 

Being judged is rough,
I start to wonder,
did I do it right,
will the judge like it ! 

The judge may be published,
and have excellent writing credentials.

Or be just like me,
a Premium member who does contests, 
yadda, yadda !

I have been in the soup a long time,
been humbled over the years,
Is a win the ultimate goal?
Or

Ah Mean Man in the Locker Room

Outfitting himself for wrestling
he sneared at the smiling gentlmen in the locker roomI wanna see how I could not be perfect
see ya'll guy think everything is easy and getting up early
and doing the thing makes you
qualified to be champion.
Snarls the Old man against the the Pretty Guys
Women love em: and the Ladies wanna
get wiff em.
You

My Fellow Poets

Does not matter what they say..
Poetry is easy but it’s not poetry…
Hallmark cliché is not a poem I am afraid..
You can spot a poet.. By their words…
Spilt from lips with gusto and fervor!
Grotesquerie gavottes meandering rodents!
Leaving bubonic parasitic critiques!
Would you tell a painter how to paint!?
The pallet they should weave, hehehe…
They’re so underrated, non unique,
sad

A Fellow Much Younger than Me

     In every mirror I see
       a fellow much younger than me

     But when they take my photo
       ~ where does tit-for-tat go

A FELLOW FROM RYDE

A FELLOW FROM RYDE

An innocent fellow from Ryde
Had trouble in bed with his bride
For no-one had said
And he hadn’t read
All about the physical side

They purchased a book the next day
With pictures explaining the way
They found it so nice
They did the deed twice
She had twins the following May

You Are Your Fellow Man

You are your fellow man

We are all the same under the skin

With all the same wants and desires

To love and be loved

To help each other in times of need

Be it a kind word

A helping hand

Or just sharing life's experiences

Listening, offering support

It is human to care for your fellow man

One day that love will all come

My Dear Fellow

I am happy for you dear fellow!
My teary eyes are glistening 
My dear fellow, the large tides have turned
Into a Tsunami wave of God’s blessings
And you came inundated and submerged
Out of the dangerous rip current
Sideways you went, taking the straight path;
You didn’t vent.
Things went in your favor;most flavorful!
Amidst the utter anguish you suffered
Bouncing back like

To My Fellow Men

Dear Men on the Street,
Your thoughts are keenly felt,
For many men have turned away
From helping those who've knelt.

They spend their wealth on ladies fair,
And leave their mothers in despair.
They turn their backs on family,
For beauty they hold so dear.

But when they fall, these ladies fly,
Their empty pockets, a reason why.
So let us value all around,
And

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