Short Bawling Poems
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Calling and Falling
If you had heard me calling,
You have heard me bawling;
Sadly doing;
You viewing,
And in love had been falling.
Jim Horn
Categories:
bawling, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
King arrives
Bawling
Squalling
Swift smack
On bottom
Really mad now
Everyone is smiling
Except King
This world
Is a shocker
Two seconds
Out of womb
Categories:
bawling, baby, blessing, father son, miracle, mother, mother
Form:
Free verse
When you're sober and everyone's drunk.
It's like babysitting for a bunch of skunks.
There's a lot of hijinks and farting.
By the end of the party everyone's bawling and blowing chunks.
Categories:
bawling, hilarious,
Form:
Limerick
Things sweet
bring heat?
Fed tots
Red Hots
Sore tongue
for young
Squalling;
bawling.
At last
that passed.
Kinder
reminder:
Amuse
and choose . . .
yummy
gummies!
Categories:
bawling, candy,
Form:
Footle
Listen to poem:
beautiful birds bawl
like the nightingale in love
sublime symphonies
June.18.2019
Birds or Bees Haiku
Sponsored by:
Tania Kitchin
N/A for contest
Categories:
bawling, beautiful, bird, sympathy,
Form:
Haiku
Knew a kid who thought he was tough,
Just a bully doing mean stuff.
One day after falling
He then started bawling,
We found he was nothing but fluff.
By: Greg Stanley
Entry into Carol’s “Fluff” contest
Categories:
bawling, life,
Form:
Limerick
This girl treats me like a toy to a child
Worshipped like gold then I'm just ignored for a while
Most guys create trust issues like crushed tissues
Got these girls bawling all the time so scared of being used
Categories:
bawling, angst, beautiful, betrayal, feelings, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
Can you hear consequence? Is it calling?
Will we ever turn to face the weather?
Hush little lamb; all your senseless bawling.
Blinded by our choices; a braided tether.
Striding in cadence with the bellwether.
We’ll soon have to answer; all together.
Categories:
bawling, betrayal, conflict, deep, fate, future, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Bawling, blubbering
yowling, howling
crying for a day...
Weeping, wailing, whimpering
sympathy for pay
Relatives nonexistent?
No one left to care?
Snivels, sobs, tears to shed
sorrowful sordid wares
ghoulishly, greedily
auctioning
despair
Categories:
bawling, funeral, grief, memorial, people, society,
Form:
Free verse
Flaky snow just keeps falling;
As if I had been lonely and sad.
Did nature feel as if I was bawling?
Flaky snow just kept falling;
Surely, for snow, I was not calling—
Now my body sits here, cold and mad.
Flaky snow just keeps falling
As if I had been lonely and sad.
Categories:
bawling, allegory, imagery, life, metaphor, nature, simile, snow,
Form:
Triolet
God Calling and Started Bawling
had heard God calling
birthday will be enthralling
she started bawling
of God am His slave
at her birthday did behave
both legs she did shave
my wife do adore
what her birthday will be for
can have many more
Husband
Jim Horn
Categories:
bawling, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the water falling,
no one heard his voice
except the dealers he was calling.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
Categories:
bawling, addiction, for teens, heartbreak, loneliness, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Crying...with a wet diaper
The two-year-old boy weeps
Mom and dad still sleep
His five-year-old sister awakes- hyper
She thinks- "I'll give him a cookie"
The boy stops bawling- good thinks, by the rookie
Bite Size Poem No28 Poetry
Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier
11/29/2021
Categories:
bawling, brother, sister,
Form:
Light Verse
The kettle is bubbling,
Youths are whistling,
Police on the run.
Nation angry,
Children hungry,
Bellies empty.
Riots rising,
Mothers bawling,
Cities burning.
Communication breaking,
Recession increasing,
Unemployment growing.
Politicians assembling,
Britain crumbling,
People worrying,
Population dividing.
Categories:
bawling, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Chubby cheeks pause milking
from mother’s hanging breast.
Heartbeats are balancing
the drunken fan’s bawling.
A fist swinging laugher
pauses to meditate.
The batter is ready,
slightly crouched by the plate.
Pennants flutter gently
in the afternoon breeze.
The pitcher checks first base,
then the delivery.
Categories:
bawling, life,
Form:
Free verse
Chickens clucking, pecking paths in the dust
Cow bawling for the calf who loves her bust
Turkeys gobbling, heads nodding
Cats purring, dogs applauding
Farmers heeding, flapping hands in disgust
A funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used How many syllables
June 9, 2022
Categories:
bawling, animal, cat, dog, farm, funny, hilarious, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
I always have felt unimportant.
Never truly believing.
So I just
Ignored everyone around me
Going to their classes
Not worrying about me.
I sat there quietly
Feeling like a nobody as
I was bawling,
Crying on the inside
And knowing it was pointless to worry
Now that everyone hates me.
Trust me, I am just insignificant.
-written 12/11/17
Categories:
bawling, cry, depression, sad,
Form:
Acrostic
How am I to know
What’s wrong with my own mind
The moodiest madmen can’t go
And understand my kind
Just exist is all I do
My maladies stay unnamed
And as the wildest creatures too
My thoughts remain untamed
I write nonsense words and crazy scrawlings
Only I can decode
But through all the madness and sudden bawling
My mind will never unload
Categories:
bawling, anxiety, crazy, depression, emotions, fear,
Form:
Quatrain
There is nothing as ugly as a newborn baby.
But we all try to pretend it is magnificently pretty
or handsome.
Full force lying now.
It’s not easy to do.
And then there is that chronic cat like whine-bawling.
I feel a permanent unnatural smile paste itself onto my lips.
I would rather hear fingernails go up and down a blackboard.
What a cute baby I lie.
Categories:
bawling, baby,
Form:
Free verse
It made sense the sky fell on Chicken Little
But Chicken Big doesn’t play second fiddle
So not to be beatin’
He just kept on eatin’
Until he doubled the size of his middle
Chicken Big’s now ready for his new calling
And this time it won’t be, just Little bawling
Coz the sky’s now ok
But the floor’s giving way
In fact Big is so big, the floor is falling
Categories:
bawling, bird, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Old Man, all alone
remembering his bawling baby, being sick
and of spotty girls with golden hair
daydreaming of pink blancmange and pies
Friday nights
once he was a lad full of brass
punching the sulphate air
His wrongs as horny as cover
The autumn leaves intertwine
The still sleeper
with no clocks to chime
The night ascends
broken by the screeching owl
Categories:
bawling, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
INNER AND OUTER
when being inside
not sitting out - looking in
what a difference!
birth from the middle
what a struggle what bawling
on the loss of warmth
see the burning bush
marvel at what is inside
lifetime of searching
view of a manger
with mother and babe inside
behold! the star
a lonely moment
left out of everything
what is life about?
Dave Austin
Categories:
bawling, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
He dreams of thin chickens pecking at a dirt floor.
A big brown teapot is stuffed with scraps of poetry;
words waiting to be led out like bawling cattle
into the haze and dust.
As he does every day, he seeks some less worked earth
to plant words into, hopes they will mature into
filler, grout, and spackle to patch up his wormwood.
Mostly they scatter on a dry wind
until night reclaims them.
Categories:
bawling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
As I lay here
Agony clawing
Flowing tears
I am bawling.
Crying over fate
Over my rotten luck
Cursing this last mate
Knowing I'm a schmuck.
Wishing I was better
Wishing I was smart
Yet this pain does fetter
And stays in my heart.
Can I be the same?
No nothing can be
As life is not a game
But this is just me.
Always fighting
Always trying
Always writing
Slowly dying.
Categories:
bawling,
Form:
Quatrain
Fresh, Tinned Or Frozen
Father was a snap bean,
that’s all, Sis,
nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen,
the greens of snap beans vary.
Neighbors in the yard,
clerks at the store,
folks at church,
you and me and bawling Ma,
for years we fed his strange chameleons
so we can swear, on the Bible,
Father was a snap bean,
that’s all, Sis.
Nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
bawling, family
Form:
Free verse