Marm Poems | Examples

Porcelain Face

There once was a Marm with a dripping cold
Whose bright idea she feared would unfold:
Her deep scribed porcelain face
Was far harder to replace
Then a soaked sink her plumber could not hold.

Nonsense

Today is the day
So be happy and gay
It’s the springtime, so play
And appreciate May
What’s that you say?
You need some more pay?
Well, I’d love to stay
But I’m allergic to hay

Way out on the farm
We’re taught by a marm
She uses her arm
To cause us alarm
Now she means us no harm 
But when she turns off her charm
It’s enough to disarm
This young firearm

When I shoot from the hip 
And I give lots of lip
I think I’m a trip
But let me give you a tip
This poem is nonsense

Marmalade Popsicle

Marma laid there, endured Pop’s tickle
Marm got even, swung the sickle
These days, Pop’s a bit less fickle
Stares at Marma’s jar of pickles

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H/T to Gershon's Let Your Hair Down

Vagabond

Sittin’ in th’ saddle. Gotta soon skedaddle.
School marm says she’ll tattle. Sheriff wants a battle.
Kissed her on the cheek jes’ to git a li’l peek 
at her widow’s peak ‘cause she’s purty an’ petite.

Gotta hankerin’ to git off ol’ Buck and sit
a spell afore I quit and have a chaw to spit.
Cogitatin’ and bidin’ time afore ridin’
down that canyon hidin’ lest I git a chidin’.

Starin’ out blinkin’, doin’ some proper thinkin’
‘bout the stars a twinklin’ and my heavy drinkin’.
My casual, carousin’ rife, hidin’ from the strife
of settlin’ down my life an’ takin’ on a wife.

Soon I’ll fergit the threat, fergit my social debt
I don’t wanna sweat dirt jes’ to pay a moral bet
farmin’ unfertile land, or workin’ for the man.
Druther take a stand and work as lonely cowhand. 

Might as well admit it, I’m a social misfit.
Don’t wanna submit it, or give up an’ quit it.
Searchin’ but cain’t seem to find comfort in my mind.
Guess it’s ’bout time I recognize I’m doin’ jes’ fine.

Charm School Marm Addresses Students -- Revised

I’m thrilled to have my students joining me
for milk and cookies on this lovely day.
For fun we will pretend it’s scones and tea.
The maid has left our tray. Without delay
we’ll eat and chat; then for a while we’ll play.

For table manners, each of you has earned
a gold star. You’re so pleasant and polite,
not like my brothers, who have never learned
how to behave at tea time. They’re a sight!
They need to be in charm school day and night.

You’ve come so far. On your first days of class,
you growled and hissed. You were so rough and loud
Now you’re quite cultured. You don’t sulk or sass
when I give you instructions. I am proud
to say I think you’d all impress a crowd!

Urban dictionary: marm. a British word meaning an old school teacher

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October 31, 2021
Rhyming Me a Poem 2 contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

Free Verse Fever

He came into my room carrying a gentle shade of light upon his face  
and as I grew accustomed to his presence, I felt his spirit free    
Its as if the angels carved him out of alabaster bone and marm 
with and anciency and rapture made of silver thread and gold 
Spellbound by his magic, I inhaled his presence dear, 
then watched my heart begin to beat for him and him alone
 
He was the scent of orchid in a mingled denim shirt 
and as he blew me kisses, I hitched a breath so rare 
between his arms, beneath his skin, inside his heart    
I was here, there, everywhere, 

and as he roomed me with his auric fire   
I heard the beckon of my soul, 
" Go ahead release your heart, he's yours" 

January 14, 2020

The words I chose is Aura

Teach Me

Teach Me

He got up his courage and knocked on the door
Of the local school marm who lived 'bove the store

He'd seen her aplenty when he was in town
And got weak in the knees when she was around

Then she opened the door and said not a word
He stammered "I'm Jim and I cain't count the herd!

If you'd teach me numbers I'd be well ahead
And ranchin' that's hard would be easy instead."

She said, "let us eat before we talk cattle
Then we can get past this meaningless prattle

And talk about things that we both think about
There is more on your mind than cows I don't doubt."

He thought she might rope him before he knew it
Then he thought, "Well, thank God. Just let 'er do it!"


August 21, 2016

A Piece of My Mother Yet In Green Ireland

Mother's fine old broach had I worn
on the edge of my green jacket 
that I'd bought to keep me warm 
-but the shamrock undid its latchet.

The broach fell off in the trek 
to Brewley’s to rest our poor feet.
I had a coffee, and what the heck,
of course, I had me a sweet.

I was brushing the crumbs from my chest,
and there did I notice my loss,
a token of Mother, and one she liked best 
now gone to some Irish girl's blouse.

My Scotch-Irish Mom's in glory.
She'd never crossed an ocean.
Bringing her broach was my fantasy story.
She'd accompany me here was my notion.

So I left a piece of my dear little Marm 
where her distant relatives thrive.
I like to think it's admired for its charm 
"It sparkles," they'll say, "It's alive!" 

Far from a drawer near the Ohio banks,
yet that piece is just where she'd choose it.
For life spends itself in fancies and pranks.
If we can't see it thus, then, we lose it.

A Pistol For Miss Prunella

A Pistol for Miss Prunella

By Elton Camp

At school, the psychopath blasts away
A horrifying development of our day

School children once were secure
Nowadays, we can never be sure

“Do something!” is the logical cry
But is this the right thing to try?

A gun in the hands of the school marm
Has the potential for creation of harm 

Will she keep her weapon right at hand
Against a crazed killer to take a stand?

Every second she must remain alert
So a curious child doesn’t get hurt

Will her bit of training be enough
When the situation really gets rough?

If bullets in the classroom begin to fly
The result might well be a child to die

What if the murderer the gun seizes
And then uses it to do just as he pleases

Whether this is best I surely don’t know
It raises some deep concerns, though

Halloween Night

From the grave and beyong my wicked hallow at my hand
I seen a ghost that made blood rain rom the sand
A cat that changed back into a school marm
A devilish beast with black as coal eyes, will certainly do harm
My zombie invited me for brains and tea
He plucked out the helps eyes and fed them to me
Trick or treaters ring my door bell
I open the gate and welcome them to hell 
For how I love to munch on toddlers
And sugary plump pretend, cops and robbers

Happy

Francine Roberts
Contest Name	Happy New Year contest |

Happy Control freaks in the soup,
Who want to bully, call it poop,
If you don’t follow their rules,
I thought poetry was expression,
Not commas, veiled aggression,
School marm types do irk me some,
With their syllable counts ,
Not poetry, so dumb,
Judge Johnson been in session:)

Don Johnson
6-jan-11

Shhhhhhhooosh Ma's Sleeee Eep? Ing?

There was a fine marm from Bushing
who bare bottomed, pushed into a cushion
while half asleep
her children in creep
and woke her with all of their shooshing!

Voice of Love

My heart-beat drums of love and charm.
O' hear the voice of love that sings a sweet song.
Listen to the songbird's *dulcet serenade and dawning alarm,
and reply, oh lovebird, with a lovesick *tongue.
Liberate thy spirit of love my dear *marm,
and respond! respond! yes respond with a passion so strong.
Release a seductive hymn to embrace my heart with its fiery melodic arm 
so an overwhelming fervor follows along.
Oh! incinerate the shell of my heart 'til my soul be visibly nude and disarm',
thus revealing the *candescent embodiment of sensations which lives among.
Certainly, I want to be caress and loved by Love's delicious swarm.
So, Queen of hearts, bombard the core of my soul 'til it be in awe!-- experience I long.  

*dulcet--(esp. of sound) sweet and soothing
*tongue--refers to speech
*marm--variation of madam
*candescent--glowing red-hot

(Poem for John Heck contest)

Three People Touched By Tradegy

Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man
School marm a mentor who understands
Parents who love him to them he is grand
In the inner city not totally safe

School marm a mentor who understands
Jimmy gunned down by those who are mean
In the inner city not totally safe
He goes threw the ghetto to get to her place

Jimmy gunned down by those who are mean
Parents who love him to them he is grand 
He goes threw the ghetto to get to her place
Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man


(Story loosely interpertative from It's Supernatural about a family who had one son born late 
in life and this young man would visit an elderly school teacher eveyday and help her with 
things she needed done and she encouraged him to read poetry and fine writers.  He was 
gunned down one day and he  appeared to her one day when she needed someone.)

Footle-Marm

Miss Brown


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