Queue Poems - Poems about Queue

Losing a friend sucks Losing hope in your crush sucks Waiting for people to change sucks Finding out you comfort hoodie in dirty sucks If I keep going I’d cry and that sucks So let me change one letter And turn the word into bucks Or let me put my headphones on And go watch some ducks As...

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This week is bleak, the birds don’t sing No sun, no rains, but greyness Even the churchbells didn’t ring Have they become atheists The bellman and the bearded dean And all the congregation? In times like this to breathe is sin No promise of salvation Can take away the truth it fakes And like a stubborn stem Grows through the slab, the truth condemns...

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A creative urge arises It’s origin to us unknown Grace in-pours through heart’s open door Ushering blissful surprises Focus peaks, rose in bloom full blown Spoken of in awe in folklore Divine ignition continues It’s renewal continual Where we’re a humble receptor Witnessing how rapture renews Here and now, in life’s pulse dual Bliss piercing each body vector As we burn in mind-body urn Our soul thus...

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There was an old lady who stood in a queue Where the queue led to I hadn’t a clue So I don’t know why she was stood in the queue And if I don’t know, then neither do you The queue started moving one step now and then Once in a while it would move ahead ten I still don’t...

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How happy the dogs are to find a tree. Raising one leg, what fun it is to pee. They look a disciplined crew. All are lined up in a queue. When all are done, a flowing stream you’ll see! ...

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THE QUEUE It looks like a male at that yew. I’m surprised: don’t know about you. For I’ve always thought That, when taken short, It’s only the women that queue ...

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With massive boobs in bra of Saphire blue She is indeed voluptuous to view To feel her seductive love And make her their hottie dove Men vie with each other standing in queue...

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Queue, in my nation, is a customary circumstance, Women, each day, stand in queues for municipal water; Young and old, before government ration stores, stand in trance, Youths, with diplomas, stand in queues for the imprimatur...! Banks have long queues and the A.T.M counters have no less, One could find, in front of Public Washrooms, the longest queues; Sure,...

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If one is sick and in a long queue, One needs some guy’s immediate rescue. No challenging one with “it’s my turn”. What if it’s a bad case of Heartburn? Let The Sick grab your earned position, As you make it Quickest Decision! If one should drop dead from your stern ‘No!’, Watchers would The Ruthless in you know… Yet, who is sick...

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DQ IQ GQ All have something in common Dig?...

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Where’s the paid watcher of my Jerry can And who the hell just bounded it off, My face now a hotter frying pan, Never to learn how to absorb a bluff? Lame excuses I don’t fail a wheel chair And their givers try to not spare: These days’ lies changed like robes By lips doubly sure no listener probes... Because kerosene is...

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A handsome man from Peru, Found himself in a stew, He had no money, Which isn't funny, So he had to join the dole queue...

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Who would relaxed smiles flash, In a longish queue, And not later think it a bit rash? I tell you “a Discouraging Few”, And am willing to stake good cash! It had been an intolerance far from new, Not just by The Brash, By whom, at home, had left a waiting stew, By the nobility, for example, Prince Nash, But also by the...

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Rhyme is not the be-all and the end-all – the cadence supersedes, mellifluous. Counting syllables, as superfluous as the vowels contained in the word queue. Sounds in chants we danced to before writing – morae have primacy over meaning. Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning. And forced rhymes jar: him and dim do not rhyme! Rules are made to askew and be broken: double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting. Breaking your head to conform to design, rhyme. Puns, blasé efforts, but double...

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In the sunshine circular tales in queue Silence sits on them to seek some pleasure Sees how flies off from deep green leaves the dew Running after blue scented looks of her By the side of cascade I wash my face With turquoise water from your deep dimples Your rabbits and my rhymes are in the race Their love casts shadows so...

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