Houdini Poems - Poems about Houdini

... How does a Wallenda fly on a trapeze How does ‘Houdini’ escape with such ease How does a warrior rise from his sickbed Is it courage of the heart or that of the head H......Read the rest...

... Cunning Sam craved to catch caged canary, feigned sly not to be overtly scary. He sneaked with dinner in mind, caught in cage, Sam starved confined. The bird performed Houdini sor......Read the rest...

...an example of tragic magic, the death of Harry Houdini ......Read the rest...

... With magic, let’s add in “Abracadabra.” Was that said by Houdini? Aladdin? Wizards can cast spells to make bullies be teeny at last! “Wish thrice,” said the Genie. Nice! With magic, ......Read the rest...

...Have I failed you as a man? Our only communication was what washed up on shore But there's so much space between the ocean floor and the sand One cascades and the other crystalizes But you can......Read the rest...

...Lisa and I finally tested covid-free! When we saw our results, we began an impromptu dance that felt like levitation. Although my covid case seemed much milder, Lisa’s been nothing but supportive.......Read the rest...

...salient arguments whirlwind across the floor rugs of rolling hills closets filled yet more the ones we never speak of portraits fleering infinite mirrored reflections walls of respective dista......Read the rest...

...She slipped from among us in search of good hummus, like a whispery breeze at the scent of chickpeas; escapes for tahini rivalled old Houdini. Her nose for good cumin was simply inhuman, her ......Read the rest...

...Houdini wanted proof of life after death He would do anything to get it He tried a variety of things Nothing worked, to his disgust He offered big fortunes But alas, it did not happen for him.......Read the rest...

...an example of tragic magic, the death of Harry Houdini......Read the rest...

...Pickle, Pickle, what a tickle! Your sour face makes me fickle. Please remind me about the game; Your salty face made me forget my name. Carrot pickle arrived early, She was wearing a light bi......Read the rest...

...I can't type anymore My fingers are sore from typing too many poems So I'm buying a boat I pedal, it floats My fingers in lotion I'll stow 'em Who wants to be tired Caffeine keeps me......Read the rest...

...Why my mind flies in the blue skies? Why is what wroth warden wonders. Yet I stand handcuffed in a block of ice By the hands of time: my eternal threat. I am a fish inside a net; like a fly that ......Read the rest...

...Poetry be damned The grey coloured straightjacket of poetry I have, like, Houdini freed me of these shackles flowers, loveliness and mendacities. An unbearable burden getting buried by a ......Read the rest...

...My grandson’s discovered Houdini; He loves to get trapped and escape. His grandpa knows just how to trap him ‘Til he wriggles free with not a scrape. I wonder if Harry Houdini Had a grandpa wh......Read the rest...