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Popper Poems - Poems about Popper


Ecstasy

Ecstasy has a natural place. 
That is if you know your soul & body & how to embrace. 
With all the fake components, the drug has to offer. 
Take a step back, embrace the world and don't become a pill popper.
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Categories: popper, addiction, america, drug, england,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberPeter Popper's Poem-Popper

Peter Popper's Poem-Popper 
  played and popped out poems
     all the livelong day

But one not-so-pleasant day
  Peter Popper's Poem-Popper
stopped producing poetry
  What did Peter Popper plan to do

He took his broken Poem-Popper
  to the Broken Poem-Popper Fixer-Upper Man
where the principal poem-popper fixer upper
  applied a dandy
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Categories: popper, poems, poets,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberI Am a Poem Popper

I am a poem popper

Poetry is the drug for me
A perpetual habit
Shared with select company

I am a poem popper

I have been since the age of three
Me and Seuss go way back
By eight hooked on Dennis Lee

I am a poem popper

Addicted to the musicality
High on wit and wisdom
Dependent on a healing property

I am a poem popper

Where
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Categories: popper, me, poetry, poets,
Form: Monorhyme

Premium MemberPop My Popper On My Gurney

Seems like yesterday, was young and wooing young girlies
Now I'm old and still wooing them this far into my journey
Am I that unique?
Not yet reached my peak
Overflowing, about to pop my popper on my gurney
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Categories: popper, memory,
Form: Limerick

A Poor Popper

Not on the streets where one would fear for safety.
In a home where nobody is rood.
Not under a bridge in search of a place to sleep.
A bed upon a pedistol for a wonderful night of dreams.
Not digging in a dumpster seeking warm food after a restraunt had closed.
Soaking up gravy with the last bite of
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Categories: popper, peoplenight, home, home, night,
Form: Verse



Couch Blues (John Popper Rules!)

I was sitting on the couch with my cousin yesterday
watching old reruns of wonder-woman
eating funyans
and shootin' the breeze.

I said to him
"yo cuz, did you know that tv causes brain cancer?"

He didn't respond.

a couple of minutes later, when I lit a cigarette, he asked me
"Do you suppose Wonder Woman's boobs are real?"

"Nah,"I said."those are just pixels."
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Categories: popper, funny, cousin,
Form: Free verse

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