Long 6th Poems
Long 6th Poems. Below are the most popular long 6th by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long 6th poems by poem length and keyword.
Her name was Griselda, and she was a sassy, super confident witch.
She could perform magic potion that threw prissy snakes into a ditch.
Her ideas were monumental, super fantastic, funnier than any of mine.
She taught me so many crazy things, I was in trouble lots of the time.
When mother was around, Griselda got scarce, so she never did see.
A blotchy mess of ketchup on the ceiling? Mom always blamed me.
Griselda’s laugh was full throttled, with a little of a donkey’s heehaw.
She'd come back when the door shut and ask, “Do you think she saw?"
Could never get mad at her; she had a charisma that knocked me flat.
About five foot seven, skinny, with red curls that were amazingly fat.
Her face covered in freckles, and a smile that made it impossible for me
To get upset with Griselda no matter how much trouble she would be.
Popping in and out daily many times from when I was five to six.
We played pranks on my brother, who demanded our spells we un-fix.
At four he was terrified of Griselda and me, when we got all wound up.
We'd conjure magic like mad, using it on my brother and our black pup.
The pup Beauregard always knew when Griselda was in the house.
He would tiptoe away more quietly than the tiniest scared little mouse.
After my sixth birthday party, I am very disappointed and sad to say
Griselda faded away and I have not seen her even one more tiny day.
Froggy pulled the cork and it made a loud bang
The rest of the party yelled “oh my!” and “dang!”
Champagne for everyone, he yelled into the fray
Liquor does not suit me said persnickety Kay.
Kay would ruin a party no matter how much fun.
She always brought a dourness to try and pull the sun.
Froggy rolled his eyes, irritated he had to invite her.
But his mother had insisted, this was his only bur.
Ignore her, said his wife, pull another cork, old man.
He pulled another cork and yelled at cousin Dan.
Let’s light those fire works and really celebrate ’25.
Now things were cooking, they were truly full alive.
He came at us in the middle of the night.
Carrying a shotgun, and it was not light.
He shot at my husband but was way off to the right.
I saw it was the turkey and knew we’d have a fight.
I hid under the bed and refused to pop out my head.
I knew that gobbler was waiting to make all of us dead.
Then I heard the little ones climbing out of their bed,
So I dashed down the hallway, and hid with them instead.
Bam! That gun off. The turkey was a killing machine.
He took out the boarders, Mr. and Mrs. McQueen.
I yelled “Turkey, we were going to have ham, not turkey lean.”
He came into the room; his eyes had a wild mean gleam.
He took that shotgun and put holes all over the wall.
Then he strutted out, looking at least ten foot tall.
Never get a turkey whose been on steroids again,
I told my husband, who had been hiding from him.
“Quiver”--how soft it glides ‘tween lips and teeth,
It almost feels like breathing in a wreath;
I can’t find words that can sound as tender
Except, possibly, “flower” and “whisper.”
“Quiver”--how opposite the image it brings:
Both unpleasant and delightful feelings;
Like a sore bee sting that gives the shudder,
Or a lover’s touch that makes one shiver.
A pretty thing makes one quiver with joy,
Another quivers in anger at a ploy.
One quivers, too, on witnessing horror,
But others quiver at a good humor.
“Quiver”--what a contradictory term!
It may draw a smile or may make one squirm:
A gentle breeze that does shake the flowers,
Or raging winds that come with rain showers.
A harp’s, or guitar’s, or violin’s strings
Must quiver before music can take wings;
But when the earth quivers, how great the fright
As walls come falling no matter the height.
April 1, 2023
Among 2nd Place
Writing Challenge - ‘Q’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
TRUTH GLITTERS FABLE
An honest wood cutter, earning bread and butter
cutting branches and woods n dense forest and wood.
While cutting boughs, his axe slipped! He turned perplexed.
Axe fell on the pond beside. feeling helpless he sighed.
God of pond rose from lake offered gold axe to take,
asking ‘Is this yours? See’‘. No. Not belongs to me.’
God brought old axe to him:Wood cutter’s face to gleam.
God gave gold axe to bless:Reward for truthfulness
Rumor reached wicked man: Instantly he made plan.
With an axe rushed to lake, threw axe in pond, cried fake.
God came out of the pond to listen and to respond.
Showing wooden and gold axes to him, God told,
‘Now tell me, which is yours?’
‘Gold one is mine, of course.’
God threw axes in pool,
said, ’Greedy man, you fool.
"Nothing to achieve through lies.
Only TRUTH can bring prize."
02/10/21
Second Place
'Fabled Musings' Contest by Joseph May
Old Queen Cat was a merry old Pole,
A merry old pole was she.
She called for her wipes and she called for her mole,
And she called for her diddlers three.
Hey wait! I thought a pole cat was…
Yes, I agreed, but have you met Ole Lady CatFuzz?
She is a tyrant who must always have her own way.
She has tricky techniques, she does not play.
Are you saying she’s a skunk? He quizzed me.
I dared not answer; wishing to remain unsullied and free.
Old Queen Cat had the whole palace bugged.
I did not relish being shackled, smacked or drugged.
I waited until I had arrived home
Before singing the Old Queen Cat song and poem
I’m talking said my snarly cousin Mr. James P. Pink.
Drat! I had been singing it next to the Queen’s biggest fink
Pretty will give you what you need almost before you need it.
She will not enable you, she will encourage you and nurture you.
Nudging you toward what your heart wants, allowing you choices.
Pretty will role model the right way to treat other people and you will see.
She likes everybody, putting herself openly into their path, like a lamb or puppy.
She will listen. Not just pretend, but truly listen to your thoughts and feelings.
You will trust Pretty even if you trust no one else, including your own parents.
You will want to help her build a wall, because she is too tender hearted.
Because she cries when others are hurt, or disappointed.
You will want to help Pretty toughen up, but then you realize it is the wrong thing.
She is the epitome of the ultimate care giver. She is the mama of everybody.
If you change her, she could not be her, and you need her. You really do.
courtesy sharp pointed objects
(that string of words
doth hoop fully connive fist
(cuffed) around handles of knife
discounting divorce (from wife)
i.e. remaining uncoupled
mandated eventually note hissed
unbridled love and apology
toward thee missus and progeny
who forever did blacklist
das scribe, how objectionable
now, he profusely kissed
mouth of other voluptuous
(zoftig) older women
(consensually, flatteringly, indiscriminately)
and amazingly enough spouse did insist
to forgive, boot never forget.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
thus very little paternal (filial) love expressed
and she chose to live yonder
Oakland, California her temporary dwelling
no matter, her papa blatantly confessed
YES, more'n his eye did wonder.
At present petty coated junction irreparable schism
doth rank as horrendous on par me adopting fascism
forever sullied image ("daddy's girl")
who once thought the world of me
selfish misdeeds buzzfeeding swelling egoism
no more how enlightened I became
ex post facto, pure unconditional acceptance
refracted light risque behavior thru prism
where primary parental accountability
not satisfactorily explained away courtesy
Darwinism (to seed genes), nor chauvinism,
whereby ever since time immemorial
men disregarded and hardened libido
against marital covenant.
Spent most of my days
Waiting in line
Mostly for a box made from pine
Climbing the hill
Why doesn't life come in a pill
Day after day
Mostly without pay
Steadily climbining ,
Life, love , reality, always colliding
Working yourself
Dreaming of wealth
Climbing ever higher
Such is desire
Losing all to a blind eye
Giving yourself to the white lie
Tomorrow
sorrow
Beg or borrow
Tears
Fears
The passing of the years
Can feel the rain
Easing the stain
Strain
Lost in among my brain
The mind of madness
Created by great sadness
Climbing forever this hill
Beyond what it means to even feel
Can't get no higher
Lost in the fire
The flame
Of self blame
No escape no matter
Became the Mad hatter
Life's just a show
You must know
No surprise
In life no matter how far you rise
Happiness is just a disguise
Worn by the wise
Oh! Lady Liberty long may your
Torch's flame be lifted up high
Reaching to heaven's lofty skies.
The national emblem of "the land
Of the free and the home of
The brave."
Oh! Lady Liberty represents our
National sovereignty! Our
Basic freedoms of: "life, liberty
And the pursuit of happiness."
Oh! Lady Liberty represents freedom
From the shackles slavery and oppression.
The right of liberated people to govern
And represent their beloved nation.
Oh! Lady Liberty guarantees us the
Right to worship God as we please!
Hallowed be his holy name! Lest we
Neglect our hopes, thoughts, and dreams!
Oh Lady Liberty is our statue! Lifting up
High her torch to the downtrodden and
Oppressed nations. People are fighting
And dying for the basic rights to be free!
Oh! Lady Liberty is letting her torch brightly
Burning against spiritual Satanic darkness
And slavery! Lady liberty is really
Shining brightly for all the world to see!
Is our beloved Statue of Liberty!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 02, 2020