Long Flapjacks Poems
Long Flapjacks Poems. Below are the most popular long Flapjacks by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Flapjacks poems by poem length and keyword.
What Good
8/9/22
What good if they judge by the color of skin
Got to do better instead of teaching that to kids
Still telling fibs
On either side of the ridge
Yet again another burned bridge
Soul cold like the temperature of...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, dark, deep, life, poetry, rap, sad, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Old Camp Seven, Part Ii
...He loked at one and he sighed:
”Wished they still made them like that.”
I said,”I know at least one remains,
if you’re willing to haul a pack.”
Nick didn’t seem at all convinced,
I said,”Trust me when I say,
if...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, confusion, history, lost, mystery, myth, nature, remember,
Form:
Narrative
While Skeptic Attempts To Comprehend the Legacy of Jonathan Edwards
Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, 12th grade, america, creation, destiny, fate, father
Form:
Rhyme
Another Dawn Pt Ii
Pt. 2
with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice. I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, mental illness,
Form:
Narrative
Old Camp Seven, Part I
I was out walking on a trek
through forested Adirondack hills,
looking for a good place to camp,
to drop my pack and just chill.
It was a weekend excursion,
and I’d already done eight miles,
seeking out the kind of...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, confusion, history, lost, mystery, myth, nature, remember,
Form:
Narrative
Pancakes
Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, food, fun, funny,
Form:
Didactic
Get out of my head mister chatterbox
Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
Ransacking treasure trove
of maximum headroom.
To remedy a fate worse than death
or orange hair oaf becoming
forty seventh president
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, abuse, anger, bullying, crazy, humorous, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
The Day Guy Montreaux Died, Part I
Back in nineteen hundred and three
I working with a logging crew,
cutting and limbing mighty trees,
be they hemlock, pine, or spruce.
We worked for the Nowell Paper firm,
in the shades of the Adirondacks,
spent all winter in Camp...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, death, history, loss, nature, sad, tree, work,
Form:
Narrative
Bedknobs, Bell Curves and a Broomstick
"Bugger the "Group" mentality. I say burn it up with a revolutionary act, start your own Group. If you didn't exist, there would be no world. You are your own world, your own Cosmos, you...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, character, courage, imagery, inspiration, integrity, light, magic,
Form:
Free verse
Get Out of My Head Mister Chatterbox
Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, addiction, anger, assonance, grief, howl, humor, parody,
Form:
Light Verse
Campers Grandeur
Fearless flames licking the night
as the glow flickers fire in their eyes
ah the tales round campfires light
of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise
When sleepily those embers to ash burn down
like marshmallows slipping to the ground
lanterns cast...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, fire, holiday, nature, stars,
Form:
Quatrain
Does the Pan Make the Man, Dan?
In a greasy diner on the edge of town, Dan flipped pancakes with the flair of a juggler, a spatula his scepter, his griddle a kingdom of sizzle and steam.
They called him “Dan the Pan...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, confidence, creation, dedication, fate, food, fun,
Form:
Free verse
On Wings of Song
I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, universe,
Form:
Imagism
On Wings of Song
I fly on wing of song.
Twenty-three miles out of Atlanta
soaring like an eagle traveling from DC
thirty-six thousand miles high
Fly, fly away
Through the blue hues of morning
white fluffiness lie below towards earth
puffy white and gray cotton-like...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, prayer, religious, silence, travel, trust, world,
Form:
Free verse
Blackberry Pleasures
Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures
Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures.
The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits
And wildlife safe haven under densely grown thickets.
Nature gives plenty for us all to...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, food, fruit, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The Breakfast Battle
Kublia with his laughing smile
Whoever has food is his best pal
His sad eyes as big as saucers
Tail wagging anticipating offers
He'll eat whatever you eat
People food is always a special treat
Genghis cautious ears fold back
If...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, dog, food, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Return
Let's bring it back; let's go back
To that sweet, old thing we now lack
Make it great again, go back again
Let's start right away; let's begin
Back to organic maple syrup over Mama's hot, buttermilk flapjacks
And Daddy's...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, appreciation, community, feelings, nostalgia, society, travel, uplifting,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The Fairmile Guest House
We arrived early at the Fairmile
We’re welcomed by Jason’s warm smile
He made a pot of tea
For my hubby and me
I’m happy we’re staying a while!
Our bedroom was spotlessly clean
And as for the breakfast cuisine
The huge...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, holiday, how i feel, tribute,
Form:
Limerick
Flawless Vs Flaws
TWO COUPLETS ON “ FLAWLESS vs FLAWS “
POEM 1
I had no idea what he meant :
We bought a small one-roomed unfinished apartment.
He said I was too critical, always...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, funny
Form:
Couplet
Martha's Vineyard Vacation
Up with the children at seven
For blueberry pancakes and ham.
Flapjacks enough for eleven -
How many will fit in the pan?
Lay out some slices of bread.
Spread with egg salad maybe,
Some tuna and celery for Fred,
And a...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, beach, fun, vacation,
Form:
Quatrain
' My 300 Spartans ... ' ( Or My Scheherazade )
To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup
300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs
300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones
300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me
- - - - -...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, allegory, devotion, faith, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Light Verse
God and His Country Air
verdant grasses in a gorgeous April meadow
dew fresh on delicate apple tree blossoms
red buds parade their mystical prettiness
refreshing country air which rejuvenates and revives
daybreak's shy glances peek over the hills
barn standing in as a...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, god,
Form:
Free verse
Those Rotten Bees!
(This is a fictional poem)
I eat flapjacks every morning and I like them with honey.
But I'm really cheap and I don't like to spend money.
I wanted free honey so I bought a beehive.
One hundred bees...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, angst, food, funny, me, me,
Form:
I do not know?
Chants In a Breakfast Diner
The door rings
I look up
then
back to my eggs and hash browns.
The door rings
I look up
nobody I know,
my first time here
why should I know anyone!
Back to the eggs.
Two sunny-side-up,
the busting of yellow yokes
with a tip...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Grandpa's Chair
Mountains survey checkerboard acreage
Valleys squint at lonely peaks
A storm is brewing, black nimbus gathering
Could the earth speak, it would shriek
A forlorn, gray cottage, streaked with the first slants of rain
...
Read More
Categories:
flapjacks, home, rain, sleep, storm,
Form:
Narrative