Literal Poems - Poems about Literal

I laid down my long schlong On a table full of kong dongs The judges had short tongs To flip the dongs flop the men and women on song You wouldn't guess who won? God, Tom, John, Cock? No, you are so wrong It was not my long schlong Or Johns God throbbing Cock It was Moscow...

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Drax, with a literal mind, Tried "metaphor soup," he did find, It tasted like chairs, And invisible bears, "This 'saying' is truly unkind!" ©bfa031925 ...

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When I was slain in the spurit I was mostly surprised. Dehydrated and dizzy, clenching the lids on my eyes Blood refilling the arms recoiled from a flourescent-lit sky None left supporting my legs after Blackburn had squeezed me too tightly So I descended - relaxed, expectations unmet. Quelled my instinct to get up and just laid there instead. Conscious, biding...

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LITERAL SENSE : This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... VERSE 1: This ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader; Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person, Makes no sense either. Itemised unique personalities need no prejudice session. Sparked to negate fallacious rudiments; deal art. Trumpling down heaped follies, that's first thing, By optional incineration precised by omega. Vertebrated palladium...

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Across figurative and literal blackened white board... Where death of democracy writ large, nevertheless psychological strength predominates unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf. Mine hardscrabble existential debacle spelled losing game swept me up in malevolent mindset far adrift from harbored haven; I floundered like a fish out of water entangled within woebegone raid. No matter figurative bar to challenge yours truly chiefly afflicted...

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"Very Bad Girl" read the words Boldly on the lady's sweater! Nothing in her deportment or deeds Took the story any further. Only, I was left to wonder Why she would've bought the garment Unless, of course, it was bought by another, The real owner of the statement. I found myself wondering why it was That one saw no "Very Good Girl", But recalled that...

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Across figurative and literal board... mine hardscrabble existential debacle spelled losing game of trouble Oft times, I experience wretchedness being alive spurring wonderment whereby thoughts of my demise doth drive analogous to buzzfeeding bumbling bees combing into their hive. Giddiness prevailed when coronavirus (COVID-19) warranted quarantine to diminish transmitting pandemic virus thru the air lifestyle change no major imposition, cuz yours truly already familiarized with self isolation courtesy...

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Oatmeal pie on your face? Doesn’t make sense. Not pie, just oatmeal. I am fixing my complexion. What is wrong with it? Nothing. I am maintaining. Maintaining your skin? Maintaining everything; I do my rear end too. You put oatmeal on your petootsie? I sit in it. I ponder this for a while, Not able to wrap my mind around it. Not realizing she...

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Literal poetry is my go to gal Metaphorical poetry is impossible for me. Metaphors do not come naturally They are not only difficult to understand but impossible to write. Literal poetry is concrete to me, Metaphors are abstract. The only abstracts I want are in my artwork, not in my poetry. For they are not easy. They are difficult And I am all about easy....

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... The pen is mightier than the sword ... The poet knight went off to war To prove his valor true. Sir Arthur Berk, the troubadour, Knew he had much to do For he had found a greater sword To strike his foes down dead. He swore to fight invading horde And make their ink spill red. Each lord, farm hand and tavern maid, Had...

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A dad was washing the car with his son! Here we go again with the literal stuff, so dumb! Son said next time, let's use a sponge This really hurts me quite a bunch Now how silly is THAT... seems a bit overdone!!!...

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Very happy with my new fridge magnet Up to now twelve fridges it did attract Now that's very literal Should explain it to all You see... oh never mind, just ask your kiddies in fact...

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Death and life—literal or figural? Maybe both, Now that there can be death in life or life in death, As for poets, notably, Bharati and Yeats. The dialogue between Arjuna and Krishna: Is it interpersonal or intrapersonal? Darsan or Epiphany—cling to it we would, For seeing is believing. The commandments, though heard, Had to be attested by the burning bush. Aha! Come to think of...

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Word count a burden, lines adding weight Meaning gets crushed, —feelings deflate (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)...

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My vice is to choose a book at random From off the library shelf A book timeworn, a bit forlorn That sits alone, all by itself I like that slight crackle That comes from it’s spine That warm musty odor reminiscent Of newly uncorked wine I t can be just a brief conversation Or perhaps a grand revelation That momentary…temporary? Meeting of minds Yet at...

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