Hoorah Poems - Poems about Hoorah

... Before the day turned into night, with pen and pad by waning light, my love of living at its height, I wrote of all within my sight. The neighbors’ kids were still at play, their last hoo......Read the rest...

... Final rocket An empty box Tumble drier's Lonely socks Rabbit's foot Now key-ring hangs Dracula Retires his fangs Satellite Back down to Earth Millionaire Rejects his worth ......Read the rest...

...Ambitious treasure seekers on a pirate ship They bob up and down as the waves give a dip. We see them coming, and we give a loud shout. Giving them a hooray and hoorah from our homes no doubt. ......Read the rest...

...Gentle is the growl of the distant traffic. The heat of the vanishing night Tumbles through the wide inviting window As summer's last hoorah cascades A tsunami of over-ripe heat Across the surf......Read the rest...

...Gentlemen, raise your glass to the British institution, Breeding the champagne elite with seamless execution Exclusively tailored for the clotted cream of the crop With privileged patrilineage as ......Read the rest...

... A gentle kiss, sent love to her forehead, unmatched to the unboxed dozen of roses. Silence, comforted by re-assuring smiles, they danced together, to their last hoorah. A love......Read the rest...

...The meal deal, the power crush. The entitled airs they seek so much. Swallow dignity, swallow pride. The panelled walls of entitlement house their hides. What of humility, what of honour is l......Read the rest...

...When my time comes, I hope I can look down on those having fun And telling jokes at my expense, Like the ones I was too afraid to tell, When attending someone else's last hoorah. Able to hear ......Read the rest...

...** Winter’s Last Surprise ** How strange it seems Being within a few days of Spring To see the landscape All covered in white! How odd it feels For all the trees’ branches With all their t......Read the rest...

...The last hoorah of old man winter 2022? March twelfth Ded Moroz struts his white stuff first real substantial puncheon found Jack Frost in his glory, he haint no longer morose nor gruff, cuz ......Read the rest...

...Winter's last hoorah Silent snowfall covers the blooms and newly budding green Hear the mourning doves sorrowful cries It's supposed to be spring......Read the rest...

...Our winter takes a stand to come each year: beyond the spring, and after summer days, accepts the brilliance of late autumn cheer, which spreads a last hoorah with fiery blaze- then winter shares......Read the rest...

...Here he stands, Edwardian vogue, sometimes with his spats, sometimes with his brogues below his dungarees. With rounded collar points and tie, and jacket donned below this flying suit, his waste is......Read the rest...

...I used to be a "hottie"but now, I just go potty. What on earth could be the matter with my ever shrinking bladder? I hold no affection for my sun damaged complexion. Too many summers at the se......Read the rest...

...True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky (any resemblance between this poem, and living persons...iz purely coincidental.) Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind loosed another idea for a poem asp......Read the rest...