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Hoarse Feathers

My parrot made me want to smack her

With all that noise the deaf could track her

I was hoping she'd talk

But all she did was squawk

So now she's Polly on a cracker

Categories: hoarse, humorous,
Form: Limerick

Plow Hoarse

This little voice keeps telling me to, 
keep my head down and plow forward.
It seems that the further I go 
there's more debris to clog the road.
It is broken in some places
gale force winds are ever present
sheer drop offs on either side
the sky spits blue ice most of the time.

The voice also tells me to

Categories: hoarse, inspiration,
Form: Free verse

I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting

I feel a choir of raw throats shouting hoarse warnings and then quieting,
Leaving a nervous stillness trembling on the lips of the morning,
Or riding the scrolling text at the bottom of the TV screen.
Something is wrong.
There is a restlessness seeping like mist from the lesions
Of the carnage yet to come, a slow decay,
As if all

Categories: hoarse, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Hoarse Sense

even the dogs in the street know ~ howling too much just makes one husky 


By
David Kavanagh

Categories: hoarse, allegory, perspective, word play,
Form: Monoku

Eye Rowed My Hoarse

Eye rowed my hoarse
won summer’s day
My horse went hoarse
and wood knot nay

I whisted my turds to make him laugh
Butt Muffin choked and started coffin
I said Muffin you’re having a giraffe
A lass I kneed a coffin two carry him off in

Eye road my hoarse won summer’s day
My hoarse went horse and wood knot nay
Pleas can ewe

Categories: hoarse, humorous, silly, word play,
Form: Free verse

So Hoarse

That  poor  Heron  can't  sing  a  note.
 
The  dawn-chorus  laugh  and  they  gloat.

He  won't  give-up  or  quit

But  the  silly old  git

Is  just  hoarse  with  a frog  in  his  throat.




For Margarita's

Categories: hoarse, fun,
Form: Limerick

My Homeland Is Hoarse

By Fatmir Terziu

I was hoarse. My hoarseness was not felt. It was foreign
in front of the mirror,
a smoky glassy word
slimy like the mouth of the green devil.
When even the birds cursed the country borders
with their hoarse sound
they remained blind.

We were hoarse. My homeland was hoarse.
The hoarsness became the prototypical wound
of the Beautiful Albanian Language.

Categories: hoarse, home,
Form: Verse

I Rowed My Hoarse

I rowed my hoarse Dobbin along the rode home
When I road him I found that I was getting saddle saw
I sore a children’s park a little way along the rowed
So I road there on my hoarse and rested
My hoarse soar some tasty grass to eat
I chatted to some children until I was horse
They stroked my

Categories: hoarse, animal, children, humorous,
Form: Light Verse

Hoarse

Ehem, ribbit ribbit
Ribbit ribbit ribbit-
A frog in my throat.

Categories: hoarse, fun, humor,
Form: Haiku