Short Barf Poems
Short Barf Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Barf by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Barf by length and keyword.
Kal raat chandani thi, mousam mein nami thi
halki si woh barsaat or barf jami thi
Per raas na aya azhar woh nazara
Mai tha, meri tanhaayi, bas teri kami thi
There once was a cowboy from Nevada.
He wore a barf bag as a bandana.
When he rode on his horse,
his sickness grew worse,
and his intestines flared with melena.
SOME NECK
There was a big and small giraffe
They were always up for a laugh
Following spurious dietary wishes
Ate up all the zookeeper’s dishes
So much food, it made them barf
Meat and Taters
I savor meat and taters but tofu and sushi make me barf!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "Food And Our Memory Connections" Contest
My apple contained half a worm
This really made my tummy churn
I’d devoured one half
It sure made me barf
In future an apple I’ll spurn
FICTIONAL WRITE
03/09/21
Difficult
at times
to barf back only
that which is
unconsciously
treasured
Splendid
at times
to recognize
the holy
othernessing
as me.
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written by Nancy Jones for no particular reason save the muse's urge
Form:
To see the glowing bowl below
the cooler trough of life.
Where thoughts that flow get flushed to go
on paper marked with strife.
That everywhere a note must flow
the poets flush for life.
As every thought of barf going out
are words he ate by knife.
Take a pound of beef liver
Shake it in flour
Chop up one fair sized onion
Fry in hot skillet
Turn head and hold nose
Feed to dog
Barf!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Helen had a teddy bear’s hat of blue
She had a teddy bear’s scarf
I bet her underwear is full of bears too
Said an uncouth guy name of Barf
I have regular white panties today
She said primly in a not very nice way
Irritated that is what he did say
Barf and she never got along at all after that day
"I hate it."
"But it's the latest fashion," she bubbled.
"In this outfit you will fit in."
Great.
Rainbow colored camouflage.
A bag of skittles in a sea of clown barf.
"Skittles,"
She giggles
"I like to eat the red ones, and then the blue."
I bet you do.
Not for me, thank you.
I will remain myself,
And fade into the light.
Don’t knead, bleed, and feed.
Don’t sneeze in the breeze.
Don’t ooze in the booze.
Don’t go with the flow.
Don’t scoff at a cough.
Don’t sleep and weep.
Don’t hug with a bug.
Don’t sob with a slob.
Don’t sneer at a tear.
Don’t drool in a pool.
Don’t barf on a scarf.
Don’t fly and cry.
Goodbye.
Don’t sneeze disease.
Don’t wed dead.
Don’t lip drip.
Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward.
“Im no perv
Im not nasty in the head
I just love your curves
And your lip’s sexy red”
>>Laughter!
“Your hair is sooo..
Bright
It smells sooo..
Nice.”
>>Barf
“Do you want milk
On Your tea?”
5 Milli-Seconds Later:
“Um would you like milk..
On your tea?”
>>Alright!
“I really had a good time-
O wait”
>>O brother..<<
“Its ..Its my mother..”
>>Cough.
Why are parents so mean,
when I won't eat anything green?
No broccoli, brussels sprouts, green beans, or green grapes,
these will always stay on my plate.
So, here I sit watching the green things wrinkle,
while I cross my legs holding my tinkle.
I got to get up, stuff them in my mouth, and
while in the bathroom, barf them all out.
Parents can be so mean,
if you don't eat anything green.
Stuck
Help me
I cannot move
I have forgotten your name
Stuck
With no escape
Only this abjectness
And the entirety of my pain
Stuck
But I have a plan
I will overwhelm my body with oxys
Then barf the life right out
Stuck
Now; in the confinements
Of a failed institution
Nowhere to go-
My only choice
Was to travel adventurously
Down to
The furthest extent of
My viciously evolving thoughts
Tomatoes with salt
It is how he was raised
Tomatoes with sugar
It is how I was raised
Mushrooms and oysters yum yum he says
Mushrooms and oysters. Barf barf say I.
Thick crust pizza for him, thin crust for me.
It is a wonder our children can eat at all.
One loves The Red Lobster. Her sister will not eat fish.
Two love Chinese food, the other one despises it.
None of them like tomatoes at all.
Eating out is our best option.
there will come a day where i won’t cry for you any longer. but not today. there will come a day when my heart won’t speed up when i see you, and i’ll be able to breathe when we’re in the same room. but not today. there will come a day when i can see you and not want to simultaneously barf and sob. but not today. there will come a day when i can see our photos in my snapchat memories and i won’t cry. but not today. there will come a day when i’m over you, but not today.