Plop Poems - Poems about Plop

Ode to the Three-Minute Poem Plop

In the study, bright and sunny,
I thought I'd try something funny.
Three minutes, that's all I need I cried,
As I set my timer, pen and paper aside.

I brewed my thoughts, to nice and hot,
Clicked the timer, it proclaimed a plop.
The words danced, swirled in a muse ballet,
Melding to a happenstance touche.

But, soon my thoughts began to

Categories: plop, food, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

Popsicle Plop

When I tried to lick an icy pop,
When bike riding, with two-up on top.
I screamed and you squealed
As ice cream, revealed
Two riders fly head over heels plop

Categories: plop, fun, humor, imagery,
Form: Limerick

Stop and Plop

At a certain diner I often stop
  It's super cheap; they serve such slop

Afterward, a broom and a mop, 
  Then on the pot 'til there's a plop

Categories: plop, food, silly, sound,
Form: Light Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

A Plop In the Water

a plop
in the water 
lily pad

Categories: plop, animal, fish, nature, poems,
Form: Haiku

A Single Raindrop - a Magical Plop

One day whilst going out to play
I felt a plop upon my head
Oh what was that, I cried out loud
Then spied the largest blackest cloud

Maybe a warning of more to come
As he flung a raindrop just for fun
Or was he laughing; having a joke
Intending to give me a jolly good soak

Imagine my joy when combing

Categories: plop, beauty, imagery, rain,
Form: Rhyme

Plip Plop Plip Plop Pickle Playing Clock

Penny dropped circular clocks on carved out emblematic wisdom cones. Be careful if it rains coal dust as radioactive drones, mobile phones, and teapots too could all gather to form lines of imperialism. How rather interesting it is to count the snot flung out of the window. It often lands in a rather interesting pattern

Categories: plop, april, august, autumn, beach,
Form: I do not know?

The Plop of a Frog-Colored-Grief

Everything is creased & kept
In right place & order
To avoid even a particle of dust.
But all worms
Are not devised to
Die before a naphthalene.
 
The dead narcissus,
The spittle of wind on windowpane,
The half-empty dish of rice
Beside the folded mattress
Make me return & recall
The days of nursery school,
The lesson of my favorite farmer.
His corns would come &

Categories: plop, absence, identity, metaphor, nostalgia,
Form: Blank verse

Journal Iv - Plop Goes the 4th

JOURNAL IV – Plop
Goes The 4th

The Boston Symphony
used to play Pop
Goes
      The 4th
They featured fine
stars of the day and
fireworks
      of course 
Now it is the
National Symphony
From Washington D.C.

Stars of the day are
featured
But the mood is
overwhelmingly
military
With groups from the
army, navy and
marines
Is this our
Washington D.C.?

I can’t help

Categories: plop, introspection,
Form: Free verse

Plop Plop Fizz Fizz

For the first time
in four or five years
I do not wish to
communicate with him.

Categories: plop, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse

Drip,Drop,Plop?

Running around
Playing tag
All of a sudden we hear...
Drip,Drop,Plop?
Oh NO! It`s raining!
Sliding on ice 
Skating and twirling
When out of no where we hear...
Drip,Drop,Plop?
Oh NO! It`s raining!
Watching television
Messing with video games 
We look up and hear...
Drip,Drop,Plop???
OH NO! It`s time for a bath!!!

Categories: plop, funny
Form: I do not know?

Plop

praise the first begotten sun
and soak in his light
for pure delight 
if you can't take the sun
run in the night
taking the pale mounts light

his name is death
death is his right
the end of your light
and when you meet death
just to his right
your see my flight 

yes i'm a falling star
with everything in sight
piercing so bright
touching your

Categories: plop,
Form: I do not know?

Drip, Drop, Plop

With a Drip, Drop, Plop
The rain will sop
Upon a leaf they land
Then roll onto the sand
Absorbed by the ground
Prepares the next go round
It filters through the rock
All around the clock
The plants will seed
The living it feeds
Then onto the river it runs
Until evaporated by the sun
Into the air it mists
And gathers like a fist
In the shape

Categories: plop, nature, rain, rain,
Form: I do not know?