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Short Bad To The Bone Poems

Short Bad To The Bone Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bad To The Bone by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bad To The Bone by length and keyword.


Premium Member The Mean Old Rolling Stone
There once lived a mean rolling stone
Who was more like a Capone

He would sing a verse
Then steal away your purse

A rocker that was bad to the bone!...

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Categories: bad to the bone, fear, music,
Form: Limerick



Egregious
Bad to the bone
Incorigible
Witches brew
Potion of evil
Naughty


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Atomic bomb killer
Mischief


***This is for the worst poem ever contest...

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Categories: bad to the bone, funny
Form: Light Verse
I Am Who I Am
they said i had no home,
since i acted  "bad to the bone",
all dressed in black, 
punked back.
Is it a crime,
to like something of mine?
they wanted me to be pretty,
they wanted me to be preppy,
i said I'm not a girly girl,
its just a bore,
to talk all smack,
but never fight back!
i feel so dull,
just talking 'bout this bull...

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Categories: bad to the bone, me,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Sexy Daisy Duck Seduces Donald
Donald had never seen Daisy this way
His sexy woman was ready to play!
She is bad to the bone
Sensuous pix on her phone
A video made her swish and sashay!

Daisy Duck entered Donald J. Duck’s dream
Made his traitorous body ache and steam.
Voluptuous breast
Not to mention the rest
Those legs caused Donald Duck to burst at his seams...

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Categories: bad to the bone, fun,
Form: Limerick
'crowds In the Clouds'
How is it, even in the clouds
I cannot escape the crowds; everyone is so loud
I am not a Rolling Stone;
This cloud I do not own
Nor, am I, thoroughly good
Nor, am I, bad to the bone

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Have a heavy head;
But I sit in no throne

How is it, even in the clouds
Everyone is so loud?
I cannot escape the crowds
Even in the clouds...

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© Cw Buxton  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bad to the bone, culture, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Born Bad To the Bone Heartbreaker
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker


the song bad to the bone
fills my ears
like a mad anthem
of my life

I am a heartbreaker
broke a thousand hearts
before I am through
I will break a thousand more

but only one woman
has ever had the power
to break my heart

and to her 
I dedicate my life
and promise not 
to break her heart



poetry superhighway prompt...

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© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bad to the bone, america, angst, anxiety, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
Hashtag
Hashtag fu-ev-uh alone 
Hashtag forever lonely 
I guess I need a man 
but I won't let that man own me 
Cuz when things get too close 
Too soon before knowing 
The unknown catches up
You'll be lost with the dust
But even then you'll be growing .. Expanding ... Gaining insight from the all knowing 
Grieving cuz nostalgia is the tone 
I guess bad really is good 
So good it's bad to the bone...

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Categories: bad to the bone, heart,
Form: Free verse
The Jukebox
I got off the last crazy train five minutes ago.
now I'm walking up this stairway to heaven with the sweet chil o' mine
that sings a bohemian rhapsody while I'm knocking on heavens door.
Now its late, and hotel california its 35 miles away.
I saw a sing along the road and it read:
Welcome to the jungle "where smells like teen spirit day and night"
Thunderstruck as I walked,I didn't care.
I was bad to the bone....

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© Juan Onate  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bad to the bone, music
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Only One Ever Knew Me
They weren’t going to like me anyway
No one else ever had
So I gave them my sharps and my pokes and my sneers
I gave them my toughness. To let them know.
They were right.
I was so bad, no one could love me.
No one ever had.
And no one ever would.
Well, one had,
So I killed her for it.
Because I could not stand how wrong she was.
Everybody knew I was bad to the bone.
Why hadn’t she gotten that?
My mother had....

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Categories: bad to the bone, scary,
Form: Free verse
D.O.C. Soldiers
We are D.O.C. soldiers down for the cause.
Missouri's convicts and solid outlaws.
The rule that we live by are written in stone.
We are powerful and fearless we are bad to the bone.
We come from these towns all across the way.
Doing our time taking it day by day.
We are solid most blasted with ink.
We don't give a lick what other people think.
All this in time makes us mean ruthless and hard.
It's all a small price to pay to survive on the yard....

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© James Byrd  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bad to the bone, family, friendship, life, people, social, time, war,
Form: I do not know?

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