Penelope Poems - Poems about Penelope

Penelope Percheron

At popular Pennsylvania State Fair,
ponies were preparing for prissy pony pageant,
promenading ponies' pretty polished hooves,
parading promoter, Percival Poppycock,
promised prize-
pauses, perplexed,
as Penelope Percheron,
a primping draft horse,
prances into pavilion,
petite ponies patter,
prima donna Penelope presents
perfumed self,
pricey pink ribbons, pearly teeth,
panache!
Prestigious panel of judges
promptly present Penelope as
"Princess Pony",
she pirouettes, pulverizes display
of plentiful pumpkins,
pummeling stands,
pure pandemonium,
people, popcorn, peanuts everywhere,
Penelope picks

Pixie Petula Penelope

playful prancing pixie Petula Penelope
prancing in a parade beside Patty and me
preventing platitudes from distracting playboys three
privately pestering both Patty and me

Penelope

Rose upon her lap,
Her exotic gaze,
Blushes its gardens
Reynaldo Casison

Pink Penelope

Pink Penelope Porcupine,
  Never had a dime.
  Often went to bed,
  Without a shred of bread!
  Until one day,
  She found a way.
  Renting out her spikes you see,
  To earn a living,
  While always giving,
  To the community.
  They loved to roast marsh mellows,

Penelope Tree

Teenage acne scarring
put an end
to your sojourn
your eyes as beautiful as dawn
glacial cheekbones
the shifting sands
of frozen time relieved
to the demure of wisdom
now realised

Dark Woods and Penelope Rose

The dark woods bid a fleeting trail,
Penelope Rose has cast her spell.
I find a cave’s open door,
no one’s ever been in here before.

Only a drip of water, I can hear,
mere imagination that causes me fear.
 Some men are cowards, I suppose,
but strong is my love for Penelope Rose.
       

Poor Peter's Penelope

Poor Peter got married without a dime
  For cash for stocks for bonds he had no time
    Now what kind of wife
    Would live such a life
  Penelope writes poetry 'fool-time'

Denizens: Penelope - 3

Part 3 of ? in an unfolding Denizens series

Spring came; Penelope left with a company,
bodyguard, chambermaid, there at her side.
Ten days of travel now lay there before them:
the passage maintained well, the way open, wide. 

For six days, the journey was most uneventful.
Then the air thickened, felt heavy to breathe.
When they made camp in the moonlight

Penelope Lee

Penelope Lee was steampunk driven with purple hair.
Some people did not understand, they stood with a weirdo’s stare.
Her confidence pranced forth and lingered forever in the air.
For others opinions of her do not bother; she does not give a care.

Penelope and Her Visit

She did not like attention, so she sat in a corner, hugging a wall.
The room was dimmed, not dark, but her loveliness permeated.
Men and women of a variety of ages were led to her corner.
She was unassuming, bordering on bashful, they liked her countenance.
.
So quiet, so delicate, so lady-like, they agreed in quiet tones later.
Respectful

Penelope and Her Rat

Penelope has the look of haughty
I doubt she could ever be naughty
She has a trained rat
That once ate a cat
Truly I am just being snotty

Penelope has ways that are distinct
Her wordage is curt and succinct
Her rat will gnaw your face
A simple disgrace
Neither thinks their feces doth stink

Pepe Le Pew and Penelope Pussycat

Pepe Le Pew
Quest for love he would always pursue
But his over enthusiastic romantic way
Is rejected by a skunk look alike who keeps running away.


Penelope Pussycat
Smothered in kisses and squeezes she would always combat
A black cat with an accidental painted white stripe 
Penelope knew she wasn't that type.


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Focused Penelope

Penelope had a defiant high chest
Was it real? Many wanted to test.
She ignored men.
Outstudied them.
Became editor of Science Digest.

''Odysseus in Contemplation of His Homecoming to Ithaca and Reunion with Queen Penelope'' Reprised

Far from this antique bay and moor,
     your plaintive voice sung for my soul,
and lifted me to Ithaca's shore.
     Can longing's echoes loudly toll,
and invite me to your front door,
     like gods that decreed from a scroll.

I sailed to Troy and far beyond,

The Penelope Squad

“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s clean sheets
a bunch of girl’s blouses
touching up waiving skirts

The Kingfisher
ruffles his comic’s feathers
sits like a swollen faced clown 
behind his

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