Peeve Poems - Poems about Peeve

Last night, I dreamt I was a parrot. I spent my days in a cage and my nights in a rage And all I could ever say was what I’d been told. Every few weeks, when there was company, and the doors and windows were surely locked The man would let me out And I’d fly into the kitchen cabinets and...

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I thought buttons were born but to fasten, Or if not, as added frill to fashion, But not those on coat-sleeve— They were placed there to peeve, To teach a wiping nose a sure lesson! ___________________________________ Happenings |10.06.2023| humour Poet’s note: Buttons on coat sleeves is a fashion today. But that was not the purpose why they were...

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Please stand by for this important announcement Of news you’ll most assuredly not want to miss A newsworthy, earth-shaking pronouncement More startling than your first unexpected kiss. Your favorite television program is interrupted Just when you’re about to watch Final Jeopardy, You’d think the U.S. government was bankrupted By the sound of the announcer’s anxious perfidy. Instead, there’s a tennis player who’s deported From...

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oh. dear. gawd. another patently meaningless crush of stanzas, jam-packed with adjectives and color words straight from Roget's, strung together in strands of misuse and improper context - syntax-scraping adverbs and prepositions dangled at inhuman angles, rushing in torrents to a head-scratching conclusion that leaves lips numb and dripping clear liquid, fingers combing deep the strands to tear out in horrid disbelief, jaws left agape in utter confusion and hopelessness ... it all settles like brick-heavy...

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my pet peeve is selfishness taking it all not sharing hoarding being greedy squirreling it away in a mean way letting it rot not caring that others don not have Not caring that many starved or went without because your goal was to have more than enough for yourself so now you gloat you have won But have you?...

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by Wayne Wysocki I don't mean to anger or jar you, But you've hit on a pet peeve of mine; To answer your question, "How are you?", I'm required to say, "I'm just fine"....

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Faith's morphed into a Sunday catharsis for people feigning the worship of God. Mimicking genuine faith, they fake it, lock children in cages, and then applaud. You either accept Jesus or not, but don't build walls that condemn the poor to die. And claiming to believe in Christian love, snatch babies from mother’s arms; facts don't lie. Such hypocrisy hurts my heart and...

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Particularly pronounce abscess, when rites of spring accursedness prevails, asper testament, sans swell scored psychological achiness recording minecrafted history, viz secreting acridness permeates profusely predicated puberty, akin to ambling au naturale adulteress plethora plush plumage plus perfume presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/ post pubescent and adult affectlessness propensity poisons primary predilection pummeling poking pillorying perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness. Now translated into bumpy layman's/woman's terms, aye communicate, albeit stylishly campy adhering, colluding,...

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****-retentive stick up the ass over-reactive over-dramatization over seemly unimportant irrelevant issues seemed to always be the response to crossing over the pet-peeve line that had been created over time...

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A Pet Peeve By: Olivia Rodrigue A smile that reeks desperation A mascaraed eye batted intently Your falsified figures and fancies Undermine others of my generation To think that a woman is only Aesthetically valued and won Is a peeve that’s been maddening many But thought significant only by some They bray at braless feminists Thinking that these are the crazy few Feminism means makeup-less monsters That degrade...

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This is for all the people out there, That can't use proper grammar, You make me want to tear out my hair, Or hit you with a hammer, Yes, my grammar is not the best, But please try to improve, And I'll try, not to slam my hand into your chest, If I need to...

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We all have our issues, that bug us to the core For some a nasty habit, or the tapping on the door Perhaps the way we dress, or our strangely colored hair Or when we slurp our soda, or wiggle in our chair. Strange how we irk each other, almost all the time Seems it’s done on purpose, to watch...

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There was a man whose name was Mr Loud, he preached humility with his head bowed, He was quite the preacher, with a unique feature, He was so humble that it made him proud! inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's poem "Impounding Ego" Thanks Carolyn!...

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Yes, it was love, and life, and happiness, That's the aura, to this day... There were even T-shirts made, To honor it, and all it meant... Torn down for cheaply made condos... It lives on in me forever- And, I'm sure, in many, many others In heart, never to be destroyed, Come what did, or may, Yes, it lives on forever... And I prefer it...

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this is the story of a special place in my life; In my family home of 50 years In the Queens suburbs of N.Y.C. There was a special place that saw the bulk of my laughter, and my tears That it's now gone is a pity. This may sound weird, and in fact it is, But it's easier to tell a true...

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