Long Fone Poems
Long Fone Poems. Below are the most popular long Fone by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Fone poems by poem length and keyword.
If that’s a heartache you’re drinking
Then to my way of thinking
You shouldn’t drink it alone
Mind if I sit with you, baby
Between the buts and the maybes
Go ahead an’ turn off your fone
The game is easy, there’s no rules
It only takes two broken fools
The stakes are high, but that’s just fine
You bet your heart against mine
You lay your cards on the line
chorus
I’ve seen that look a thousand times before
I’m here for the same reason you’re here for
I’ll help you lose that self-control
Out of a sad, weary soul
Some-times, the lonely takes its toll
So you like flirting with danger
Wrapped, in the arms of a stranger
Hey, we got nothing to lose
When your pride has been dented
It’s just a game they invented
It’s called the Honky-Tonk Blues
You came here, looking for trouble
I see your heart’s on the rubble
Freedom’s the high that you crave
Let’s pretend, that we’re winning
Start an old, new beginning
Fortune favours the brave
Chorus repeat
I’ve seen that look a thousand times before
I’m here for the same reason you’re here for
I’ll help you lose that self-control
We’re just two sad, weary souls
Some-times, the lonely takes its toll
Dialing keys- g r a h a m b e l l,
Ringing.....phone......fone.......4nnnn......4n.....,
Calling-Hello...............Hello,
Graham Bell............,?,
Talking,mobile( phone),I am,
Of the French Revolution, the mobile evolution, I am,
Talking women then talking phones,are the talking points, true,I am!
With any body,anytime,any way,any where,I am,
In Big,in small,in black and in white, a life style,I am,
Touch,switch,search,which comes match,such a phone ,I am,
To all the people lone in life,as a wife,I am,
Calls come calls go,it rings and it sings what a wonder, I am,
In Smile,in cry,in sad in joy,in win and in lose,there,I am,
Kiss the lips,kiss the chins,kiss the ears, how tired,I am,
In the ups in the downs,in the right,in the left,in the dos and in the don'ts,I am,
A friend in need is a friend in deed,look,I am,
Not a Gent's wear nor a lads wear but, just a soft ware,I am,
The prime tool of the Globalization,I am,
In the left,right to heart,where the pen was,I am,
It happened the world war,if not,I am!
It's another new uncommon day
A day that comes just once in every four yrs
I'm happy I'm alive to see today
God I'm most grateful
Facebook won't be able to bring up this memory until the next for years
I won't be able to check the memory from this fone then, cos I'd av changed it
More grey hairs, new look,
Wife and children hopefully
More friends, some betrayals
Plenty success and achievements
Better fones, better life
Older ( but younger in mind and wiser
Wishing my brother success in his exam
I love my mother, love my father
Love my brothers , love my family
My special love to Oloye Adeyinka Olufunmi. Waiting for your man.
My apologies to Tosin Oloye, forgive me.
I love and respect my BBL alwaz and ever
I love myself, love my life
Love and respect my friends
God bless NOSDRA zones and HQ
Love my colleagues, God bless u all
Till 2020, LOVE YOU ALL
MY PIECE MY PISS
You're such a beautiful creation
Unique among all creatures
Your brilliancy is unhidden
Voice like that of the angels
Smiles like attractive cheese
Your set of teeth is a charm
Sparkling like the galaxies
Always lost when stare at ur lips
Still can't rid my ming off it's spell
Nose too good for just a smell
Those thick and dark eyebrows
Stroking my nails thru it as I browse
It's all I need to have my anger dowsed
With or without you in blouse
I'm glad I'd you housed
But....
The pines of the apples are numerous
That makes you very dangerous
I don't consider you religious
Even your ways are hazardous
And you are too furious and callous
Your beauty is but just a trap
It doesn't deserve a clap
The evil in you flows like a tap
You speak crap and u got a slap
I did that to avoid your stab
Cutie, a name I gav you since our date
Still in my fone up till date
Being with you was just a waste
An experience copied not for paste
Now I know how you taste
Came into my life with a smile
But left behind a bunch of bile
Bile strong enough to pollute the Nile
Your stay was never worth the while
When next I see you I'll run a mile
( .....To be continued)
FM Conceptual
Right Turns Hard Times
David J Walker
Only a scooter as if
a Scooter
was just a toy
The memory disguised
as an errant thought
Brought tears of joy
To a man returning to a boy
Before he could possible
die alone at home again and again
Alone becomes his synonym for a
A European Fone
Disconnected from
a forgotten number
Written on discarded paper
Memories default into faultiness
Thoughtless defaults into
a sign of senselessness
The old the deaf and blind
Await whatever is nameless
but next
The blind man on the scooter
Stopped at the corner
perplexed
But still attempts to fit in and
Cannot comprehend
The times and how behind
He has become
The scooter turns the corner
And he is gone
So here we are Laura, reached your 40th birthday
seems like only yesterday, on tower green we`d play
our childhood a close knit experience,happy memories no doubt
"its twenty five past, cant go to work without a shirt " Gail would shout.
Running to the shop as kids for a penny chew
always garaunteed Michelle was after you.
Laura you would sneak off,to meet your now husband Paul
me and Gail peaking through the window, backs against the wall.
Always dressed immaculately, and a heart of gold
for this is such a commodity, that cannot be bought or sold.
A beautiful natural lady,you have gone far in your life
raising three beautiful girls, and Paul are man and wife.
I am so proud to have you, and simply call my friend
i know that we will have this bond,right til the very end.
If i could have my time again, i wouldn`t change a thing
the lives we have lead,not alot more can bring.
We all settled down in life,that we cannot moan
but if ever i feel i need my friend,she at the other end of the fone.
Happy 40th birthday Laura love from Skin and Paul ***
deer mister god: momy said i coud rite a leter by mysef to you
i'd lik to talk on the fone with you but this wil half to do
id reely lik to set on yur lap, ticle you and pul yur beerd
maybee sumday i can do that if you woudn think me weerd
i want you to no i ben good and go to churc and sundy skool
my sundy skool techer has ben teaching us the goldy rool
be sur to be in churc next sundy, il show you my nuu shooz
il make sur dady nos yur ther so he wont tak his snooz
ther is sum things i ben wantin to ask you about
is it ok if i dont have to eat all my brusel sprout
momy says you ar al around us but i have nevr seen you
ar you playin hid and seek and playin triks on me too
nuther thing i ben wunder about is who invented lite
wuz it you or mister edisun pleaz tel me wich is rite
tel me what reely hapen to al them dinersors
and why do dadies have to fite in al the wars
momy says im geting a litle bruthr but wont you tak pity
what i reely want frum you or santi claws is a flufy kity
i luv you as many as the stars and want you as my frien
tak good care uf yursef mister god yur pen pal mary ann
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Man why am i so scared DAT i just keep hurting her man i cant keep doing this 2 her she given me
so much more then any of the guys i been with she deserve someone much Betta then
me n all the things i said n did 2 her after wat she done just 2 make me happy to the point dat
for the past 2 weeks dat i cry myself to sleep or feel like it i told myself i never fall for another
gurl this deep till i met her n now all do is cry 4 her n hurt her n to be in her arm i dream of
lover past i see her so sad cuz of me i swear i see the hurtness in her eyes an i just want her
here till the day i die lovin her is all i need 2 have i need 2 understand all her pain dat she has in
her eyes n heart with out her ima just a lonley it wrong dat put my xgf's b4 u but not any more
ur all i want and it the truth dat i want keep 2 u but it seem every time we talk it like i try not to
think of all the time i had u to myself i mess up or hurt u it suck that it like this i rather just
freaking die with out u in my life as my wife but i pretend that it don`t hurt it do like hell till i ask
myself how much am i have to take till i crack it like i think of u or fall a sleep thinking of u
and every day i stay looking at my fone hopeing n preying that u call me but u never do it to
the point that im gaveing up on everythin an even LOVE cause all that happen wen ur in love all
u get is burn in the end or wen u end it
Less any objection with the missus,
versus never experiencing living alone
well...yes during that rough patch,
(sans during early adolescence),
I existed in a bone
huff fied impenetrable cocoon,
and just maybe before
yours truly dies, a clone
can be created from
stem cells of this doggone
melon collie, whimpering
beastie boy finally revelling,
where destiny does enthrone
me rendering unfettered
with round the cluck nymph fone
mani yolk hen pecking, nagging,
and leaching... from blood sucking
vampire spouse foregone
as a "bad" dream worse
than getting Rhode
Island sized gallstone
removed subsequently
saving said as gemstone
whiling away hours, days, weeks...
chiseling away at my gravestone,
no matter yours truly will get cremated
ashes scattered, liberated, and dispersed
finally exempt from grindstone,
where thee spirit
of Math Hew Homophone
Scott Harris appeased
as powdery gray flecks
similar to limestone,
that swirl reintegrating with Earth,
this quirky I poetically intone,
and soundlessly utter from jawbone,
perhaps communicating more
clearly by knucklebone.
well it's 2026
and Boogie jam Bowgo
is in the mix
rap out towgo and bluey jam bustsas
flankin on Chicco's
and the Drab Muthacluccias
beggin on beanie
she aint smiling
her freind Chick-willa
my fast fone dialin
backbitting hussy
she down with what ever
switching in those denien cutties
she down foo whatever
my wifes working
and en-route to the es
got a can of corn
and flowere for the trickest
chilvery aint dead
at the hardware store
pick-up Doll-Swiggy
for his giggy dooly chore
he gone sit in Miss tussies
live-in room
I am in the bedroom
paw pumpin
Mr. Hardwork's wife
Ms. Callsoon
diggy diggy sum o letty
me loosen that bra
great big titties
bigest I ever saw
she like suckin
so I'm eagerness
in my green draws
and my silver satin vest
she on richard
and me
What a delight
then the door open
and he said
" not my wife"
I jump out the window
in my green draws
headed to the car
and guess what I saw
Bill moniter delly
and the Eagle Brit Scoop
gather up word
for her gossip cout
she saw my$@!P
while I am closing the door
something
that I saw she can't ignore
gonna hear that tommorrow
in those gossip circles
grabbed the pants in the back
lucky they were matching
purple