Long Bongs Poems
Long Bongs Poems. Below are the most popular long Bongs by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Bongs poems by poem length and keyword.
Come forth our Angel of the North Stokesy
Come forth our Angel of the North
Working class…but VIP pass…standing sentry for cricketing gentry
Towering injury tarnished Talisman penury
Revarnished..primacy rebooted for his mooted destiny and legacy
Poetry in motion..the emotion
The devotion..our commotion potion
Rejuvenation
India rue what Stokes does...
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Categories:
bongs, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Antithesis
Antithesis
In May, the lion’s ear blooms immaculately,
As if the night sky is on fire.
It excretes a ravishing untarnished beauty,
A mesmerizing compelling beauty
Only the mad mystics and poets can discern.
Here, put on these rubber sandals;
The pair...
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Categories:
bongs, love,
Form:
Free verse
Word Sonata In B Flat
Word Sonata in B Flat (in 5 Movements)
You know exactly what you’re doing.
You sit in that short red skirt, and
Cross your shiny tan legs, there. Now you
Lean over with full cleavage exposed,
And partake in...
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Categories:
bongs, love,
Form:
Free verse
Acceptable Loss
Acceptable loss
I lost my best friend 2 years and 10 months ago on a windswept winter evening. Alone in his thoughts about his future... his past... his life... his pain.
He ended the relationship with his...
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Categories:
bongs, death of a friend, depression, drink, drug,
Form:
Verse
Fisherman Sketching a Canary
There was a fisherman needing a buzz
Full of hairy looking fuzz
Watching a canary do what he does
Using his noodle
Fisherman started to doodle
On a canvas for what it’s worth
Being independent...
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Categories:
bongs, art, bird, fishing, image, muse, song, yellow,
Form:
Rhyme
Clock Chimes
We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!
One squawks John...
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Categories:
bongs, timeold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Time On My Hands
Some fellers like to sit around and sip bourbon on the rocks.
I prefer to sit around admiring my collection of old clocks.
At last count I reckon they number about seventy-five or so.
Much to the chagrin...
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Categories:
bongs, humorous, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Time On My Hands
Some fellers like to sit around and sip bourbon on the rocks.
I prefer to sit around admiring my collection of old clocks.
At last count I reckon they number about seventy-five or so.
Much to my spouse's...
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Categories:
bongs, timeold, lonely, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie
Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie
24/08/2018
Contest on my Home country by Brahne Bailey
Being an Ozzie is great,
Everyone calls Everyone Mate.
Too laid back for a heated debate,
Culture so young..... so we’re late.
We walk around wearing our thongs,
Like it’s a...
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Categories:
bongs, america, community, home,
Form:
Rhyme
Big
8/27/18
"Big"
You're a puppy, I'm a big dog
You're a guppy, I'm a big cod
You're a tadpole, I'm a big frog,
You're a piglet, I'm a big hog
You're a shrimp, I'm a big prawn
You're a baby, I am...
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Categories:
bongs, fun, perspective, poetry, rap, word play, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Forgotten Valentine
February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and little else. The cat has taken up his guard post...
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Categories:
bongs, sad,
Form:
Haibun
The PNW Poetry Guy
In the heart of the evergreen state where mountains touch the sky
You’ll find the PNW Poetry Guy under Mt. Rainier’s watchful eye
With the South Sound’s rain-soaked landscape boasting tall fir trees
The PNW Poetry Guy’s...
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Categories:
bongs, home,
Form:
Quatrain
All In Her Lips
Her lips take me to all of the places that I haven't been.
My tongue peeking from behind teeth.
The secrets inspired by us and us alone.
Exploring the world with our eyes closed.
All at once.
We...
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Categories:
bongs, black african american, black love, for her,
Form:
Free verse
Psychedelic Author
I’m a unique specimen,
made of mescaline and ketamine.
And the last living resident,
of an intergalactic settlement.
Burnt to the ground,
by time travelling middlemen.
I came with the cannon,
aiming only to try and bury them.
And when...
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Categories:
bongs, city, war,
Form:
I do not know?
Monsoon Carols
Melded with raindrops -
the juiceless earth fruited lusciously
and the roaring lightning pops -
the vehement clouds sparked abundantly.
From time of summer -
for the juvenility they long expected
over the awash field they bopped over -
alike the sweetness...
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Categories:
bongs, fantasy, happiness, imagination, nature, seasonsrain, rain, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
A Villanelle Tra La La -
A Villanelle Tra La La
Tra la la-I couldn't stop thinking bout this song
Twas just so minuscule and kind
This I could never forget this verse twangs bings-bongs
That morn, hearing this new verse encounters so long...
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Categories:
bongs, analogy, metaphor, song, word play,
Form:
Villanelle
Veterans
I have stood at my friends side, clasping her hands
as her sons body was lowered into the ground
shattered
dead at 22
shattered
and yet under no circumstance would I encourage any
children of mine
to be military
although it has literally...
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Categories:
bongs, angst, depression, devotion, family, introspection, loss, peace,
Form:
I do not know?
Bleeding the Optimism
Rust on padlocked factory gates
from tears of broken men.
Time has stopped on the golden watch,
freeze framed memories of a better past.
Scattered faces breed sour looks
for brothers of nepotism
with handshakes that nearly broke arms.
Crouched in side...
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Categories:
bongs, people, social,
Form:
Free verse
Soul Sounding Music
Lazily, disdaining up above the sky to pursue
As the setting of the sun is to indolent to hold
Such a tournament is lengthened and embedded in gold
While the sun passively darkens for a night barbecue
I sit...
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Categories:
bongs, appreciation, inspirational, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Heads Down, Engaged To Screen, Remote
Tanka
Folk Heads Down in Flocks
waders stoop heads down
feeding uncoupled in flock.
like texters bowing
heads down to worship screen folk
disengaged with here and now
Heads Down, Engaged to Screen, Remote
Like waders at dawn sifting mud
with heads-down stance,
Modern folk...
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Categories:
bongs, internet, social,
Form:
Free verse
Moonstruck
The roundness of a drop of water
keeps me stuck on spin,
no flat earth could wash so cleanly.
The moon could be hollow,
it rings like a bell when struck.
I study bells and their carved-out emptiness.
I interpret tones...
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Categories:
bongs, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Dong But Not For Long
They clapped a clock
At noon today.
Some gave applause,
Some yelled "Hooray"
Some others weeped,
They shed a tear,
We no longer
Big Ben will hear.
For four long years
Silence will reign
In Westminster
But there's no pain
Busses will pass
MPs will sleaze
Time will just...
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Categories:
bongs, change, emotions, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Resilient To Militant
Resilient to Militant
There may be many who will become militant
To our programs so we must be resilient
Bouncing back with both feet on the ground
So we will end up safe, secure and sound.
Success should...
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Categories:
bongs, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
Story of An Addicts Wife
First before you say anything, I'm in love with my husband but the drug addiction gets hard to watch. *Possible trigger warning*
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bongs, bubbles and needles...
Awake days, even weeks on end
Losing you slowing it's taking you...
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Categories:
bongs, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
My Best Mechanical Friend
My Best Mechanical Friend
You pester me with the slightest errors.
You bing and bong
Giving me night terrors.
I want drive along
And not listen to musical scarers.
It’s three degrees and you let me know.
You shout at me.
And...
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Categories:
bongs, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme