Pompous Poems - Poems about Pompous

GHOST, RIVER, SHIVER, MASTICATE, COLD, POMPOUS The cold wind swirled the mist all along the bank, The ferryman held onto the boat, whilst the gentleman walked across the narrow plank, The man looked quite pompous as he chewed upon his pipe, He was large and looked like a cow masticating on fresh grass, I hope the man doesn’t develop...

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Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air Walked down the runway without a concern or care She knew the peons were watching her swag But barely gave them even the hint of a wag These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what...

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The lightly fizzing mood I've felt all day and fenced within a grin is at odds with the stoppered solemnity of this pompous ceremony I've had to attend and is becoming harder to hold, slowly pressurizing to a giggle and then a laugh, the pending pop held back only by a quarter turn of my thinning top. Another word or two will see...

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Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air Walked down the runway without a concern or care She knew the peons were watching her swag But barely gave them even the hint of a wag These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what...

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Wobble chops in 99, was driving cars and doing fine' He'd was in 'top gear' where his sweaters looked drear On a roll, he was always really; ready to talk and stroll Smugness poured out of him, he may be deaf from his own din Also discontent I saw' he changed loyaltys as a revolving door Rover built the...

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Mr Pompous Frog you make enough noise all right. Your fog horn voice is loud and hoarse, a marvelous plight. I can hardly see you even with my night flashlight You are so darling and daring with your throat so white. The evening is clear, so your croaking has a bite. You are my hero, Mr. Pompous Frog, you are...

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He was the most puffed up keeper of the meadow they had ever had. They had nominated him for a joke, he was an arrogant, pompous cad. He thought it was real, and ran for mayor and governor too. We called him High Horse Harry, the goose who always wore blue. He had a fine top hat with a...

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If the sin of pride is my condign curse; then I own it, and I can do no worse. If the world disdains me, not saying why; then I can stand it, though I want to die. Outcast for good, alone for evermore, as souls recoil, ne'er to enter my door. Because of pride, I'm kept from the Lord's light;...

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I'm saving for the least important things and haven't got a clue While living for the things more shallow and hoping to find new I've taken more vacations now than any point of view and haven't got an inkling as to how I'm going to do I question why so many fight for what is best for you When peace means leaving things alone will never...

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So, I heard you don’t like my poetry style Well, I don’t give a toss It’s water off a turtle’s tush… (Forget the duck cos it's too cliché') Who are you to judge what’s right or wrong? You take pride in pointing out other's mistakes with your mealy mouthed sarcastic comments Those little digs you like to shovel droning on about proper...

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Your nothing put a pompous pig and you have the audacity to disrespect me, You may have the money but you've lost your honour and any integrity, You've never done anything but judge me, You don't understand that this cant be cured for a fee, You put me on a pedestal I never agreed to be put on, You seem...

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Her mother should…. His dad should…. Those parents should…. She was full of advice Old lady on the hill. Unwavering pumiceous ideas oozed out of her Her pores were full of ideas for the rest of us Savagely spoken and with Great authority she told us all how to behave And how to rear or children What clothes we had a right to...

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Calindae knows everything She is the expert of all I sit next to her during meetings For there might be group work And I know she will grab the poster board And the markers and do it her way Such a relief Knowing I have to do nothing As she loves being the spokesperson also Others try to get next to her too,...

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You are afraid you are too sensitive? Let me laugh. First you would have to have feelings, Mr. Always Me Path. Next you would have to care about another human being. You are all about yourself, which is what I am always seeing. Too sensitive? Are you kidding? It's a gag. It's a joke. I have never in my life...

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“Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis “ the medical term for lung disease caused by quartz dust is more than an absolute necessity to add to pompous poetry, it’s a must Strengths on the other hand is a word that has only nine letters with all but one being a consonant So tsktsk me to show your disapproval of my pompous...

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