Ogre Poems - Poems about Ogre

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The ogre was irritated with the woman with the locket She had accidentally run off with his boot in her pocket He stumbled upon it a few months later in the woods. It had been created into a darling house, where it stood. He did not have the heart to take it back, for he was soft. There were several...

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within a pock, a lonely copse a one-time proudly standing duke lay collapsed a pearly corpse strewn, now stretched across a dyke no mortar, stone or brick to budge a single chain links an area no sleeves rolled blueprint for this bridge it’s not as grand as Knaresborough growing moss along its course this felted dew-born viaduct where mice, voles and squirrels...

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Though labeled vivaciously in rural cultural names, The concept of ogre roused, in us little ones, fear flames; Refuse to eat; cry at night or keep awake for long, A threat, in the name of the ogre, around us did throng...! He will enter uninvited, they said, for, he knew well, Which child belonged to the angels, and who...

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His voice like thunder, booming out his threats, the stamping ogre towered, broad and square; the trembling, sobbing woman prayed and begged - I saw no pity in the monster's glare... and hid. A knight, afraid of fighting fiends! Ashamed, I rushed at him, without a care. The giant, nostrils flared, took off at speed, returning to his castle...

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An Ogre is mean, an Ogre is ugly An Ogre is smelly, grumpy and gruffly. They are so big they can block out the sun If you ever do hear one it's better to run. Some want to eat you or keep you as slaves Others will make you clean their old caves. Apart from Serog who has never been mean He...

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I’m not much of an ogre he thought As a chipmunk nibbled his twisted toe nail. Nope, I like my fur fluffed and clean And my nails…well, not painted But neatly buffed and filed. Damn! I hate meat. It like Forever sticks in my teeth. I think I’m a reincarnated vegan. Toughen up kid!! Grab that ogre vibe Dinner will be anything We can...

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There was something about her smile that said something is not right. Or that I am a pigeon; or that I am not totally on task or very bright. But I am slow on the uptake, so I said I would meet her brother Low-grr. I did not realize until he appeared with roses that he is a...

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They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping For that's nature's will All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well...

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Ogre Often he’s a cranky, Olive-skinned, swamp dwelling, Obtusely-witted fiend... Only bathes in mud—eats Onions, garlic, ...(sniff)... GAS?!! Ogre’s in the outhouse!! Oh! My giddy aunt...RUN! ©deborah burch 4.06.2021 Pleiades Kim Merryman’s Pleiades O Poetry Contest...

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Tuesday was the day the ogre found my kitchen. The dog sat in the hallway for an hour watching her Empty my refrigerator, and two cupboards. I had never heard my dog whine like this, I thought it odd But I was tired, after a fitful sleep, So I called in sick, and slid back under my pillow. By noon the...

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Don’t ascribe ulterior motives to the things she does and the ways she might go She’s no more than a Peter Pan or a little Si-og The charmed and cursed child of a leprechaun She’s small, but her eyes are long; she’s mischievous, but not that wrong. She comes into your lives just looking for a friend, Nothing more,...

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There once was an ogre named Barry who was gruesome grotesque and scary He came from a land where blood flowed through the sand so he traveled to a country of fairies He ravaged and raged but could never be caged and soon his will was secure The people were fooled and they liked being ruled so the lies and the cheats...

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He likes an egg without a shell, cracked by the careless act of a grocery store clerk. There's always some jerk who could make you sick then read your obit with a pained expression as if that session and consequence grim had nothing to do with him. The Og. loves spaghetti is always ready when you've got a question of indigestion. He loves a meal of apple peel (forgive me...

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humans spotted, Igor hides ‘neath his bridge with watchful eyes, the bridge sees them pass “It’s safe,” she murmurs to Igor leaving the bridge’s safe retreat Igor knows his foes will be heading back “May I?” he asks the might oak “Let my branches carry you to safety,” the centuries-old oak responds, “I am strong; I will not break. Let my manly arms...

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