Popp Poems | Examples


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Spring Fun

Flip flop sundrop
Drizzle wezzle
Slurp salerp, lollipop

Clinging, clangy rain
Rally tallie, klump
Palump arump, a drain

Eee wee fleed
Ddown around a mound
Fillie, Wilkie and me

Skip, slip and slide
Muggadubble, mud
Plop drop popp slop, inside

Premium Member Pop

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chew chew chew
puffffpuff......*Popp*

snap, snap, snap, snap,
chew..chew...chew......
puuuffff, pufffff, puff

mmmm, mmmhhh, yook't it.

**POP!!**

Uh oh!




For the contest:  Bubbles
Placement: Honorable Mention

Help My Goider Is Bleeding

LUSH RIMBAUGH

ADMITTEDLY I DON’T HAVE MUCH CENTS
AS IN DOLLARS AND CENTS SPELLED WITH A “C”
THERE ARE TOO MANY  MEN SITING ON THE FENCE
I MEAN AS IN “THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO ME”

NOW I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT ELECRICY OR OTHER EVERYDAY THINGS
I DO HOWEVER HAVE KNOWLEDGE OF  HOW TO FLY AN AIRPLANE
II DOESN’T MAKE SENSE THAT YOU TWO WOULD EXCHANG WEDDING RINGS
AND I CAN’T FIND MY WAY TO “RIVERSIDE” AND MAIN”

BUT MY HAT’S OFF TO MR.. MARCONI
NO WIRES, NO CABLES THAT BRINGS YOUR VOICE TO ME
BUT  HE GAVE A HUGE VENUE FOR EVERY F*****G PHONY
AND I ONCE HAD MANY CHANCES OFFERED AS ACHOICE TO ME

SO NOW WE HAVE A PILL POPP;ING DR. SHOPPIBNG ICON TO HEAR
SPEWING OUT HIS RACIST REMARKS TO MILLIONS OF HIS FANS MAKES ME IRATE
MR. MARCONI’S SPIRIT JUST MAY BE WATCHING AMD SUMMONING THE FATHER OF 
FEAR 
SO IF HAVING NO SENSE ISN’T GOOD I’LL  HAVE TO FIND A RICH OLD LADY TO  DATE
 © 2011.…Phreepoetree


Where My Flowers Are

They are along the edge of the woods,
in the meadow along the mighty river,
in a little crack in the drive way,
in orderly spaces in well groomed gardens.

They are in old, forgotten cemetaries,
in hedgerows along schools and shopping centers, 
in ballfields, along ponds and ditches,
they popp up on cliffs, on top of windy hills,
in an old and abandoned flowerbox,
or almost empty clay pots.

They grace parking lots, the side of the highway,
they wind up mighty trees, fences and gates,
they thrive between the corn, wheat and barley, 
they climb old barns, forgotten homesteads,
they spread out when left unattended,
to mark the spot a family once, 
so many years ago, took pride in owning.

They are a prophet of seasons to come,
they are a splash of cheer and color,
they are visited by bees, bugs and butterflies,
they soothe us with their eternal scents,
and they always bring a smile to my face.

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