Short Beat Up Poems
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He hustled his way to the top
But in an instance, he was stop
Street cops took him down
He lost his street crown
And turn into a beat-up flop
We suffer that lyrical curse,
The scribbling of unrefined verse.
'Tis Duggan's "Doggerelitis";
And teachers ironically fight us,
Like being beat up by your nurse.
It's not well known but I'm wiser than most
Got a great bod though I don't like to boast
Actually model stuff
Surprisingly tough
Beat up old ladies but afraid of ghosts
dusty room full of junk;
creaking wooden floorboards.
small dollhouse, somehow shrunk,
lies nestled, treasured time.
aging, darkened ember;
old, beat -up wooden trunk.
A beat up club with a broken sign
‘Dreamers wanted! Dead or alive. ‘
Blood overlay on the stage,
I could see how it was;
Music pulsating;
Rhythmic visions
penetrate
with the
past.
It's not well known but I'm wiser than most
Got a great bod though I don't like to boast
Actually model stuff
Surprisingly tough
Beat up old ladies but afraid of scary ghosts
It's not well known but I'm wiser than most
Got a great bod though I don't like to boast
Actually, model stuff
Surprisingly tough
Beat up old ladies but afraid of scary ghosts
It's not well known but I'm wiser than most
Got a great bod though I don't like to boast
Actually, model stuff
Surprisingly tough
Can beat up old ladies but afraid of scary ghosts
In a frontier town of Oregon
lives a rascally son of a gun.
He’s taking on louses
that beat up their spouses.
I can hardly believe that’s my son!
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest:
Lawyer Limericks
hey there, i beat up rihanna when i play call of duty i only play on the map havana,my gurl aint from mexico, Los Angeles or Mexico she`s Americana, and goku goes kama Kama, and every story needs a comma PEACE OUT.
An old man in a Frosty the Snowman
hat is driving a beat-up Ford truck.
A woman beside him, scarf wrapped
round her neck, gazes at him,
touches his face, then scoots
closer, head on his
shoulder. Seeing
this, I count
them as
rich.
Hat Stand
I call my oak hat stand who
I don’t hang hats on
Mr Admiral Confused and also
Not Able to
Think With Clarity. The east corner of
my bedroom was where my
old hat stand allegedly
beat up the
old pedestal fan.
(Limerick)
There was an old man who loved crackers.
But got beat up by lots of attackers.
He went to his house
And talked to his mouse
Who said " Go, bring me more cheese and crack'rs!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
September 8, 2014
MOONSHINER'S DITTY - Collaboration
Gonna drink moonshine
Get drunk as a skunk
Then go into town
Beat up on some punk
Get thrown in jail
'Til I get sobered up
Start drinking again
Then puke it all up
23 July 2018
For Charles Messina's contest
(Make this the last stanza)
Drove a rusting
beat up truck
never had money
forget about luck
life went from bad
to worse for me
until I got arrested
now living's free
3 solids a day
hot showers daily
the man says jump
I do so gladly
look rough on the outside
a loser inside
not much left
on the other side
Beat up old Ford,
along the freeway,
rear end jacked,
flat tire is off,
the trunk is open
and the dentritus
of a life exposed.
Clothes, empty brake
fluid cans,
children's toys,
a paper back book,
loose pages dancing
in the traffic,
flat spare tire and
tools left lying
impotent in a frozen
moment.
Walk with me through good times and bad
Give me a kind word of encouragement
When I am downtrodden, beat up, and sad
Walk with me through good times and bad
I will be pleased with solid, pattern, or plaid
I need your goodness, your kind sentiment
Walk with me through good times and bad
Give me a kind word of encouragement.
It was four in the morning
when he entered the 7-Eleven
and pointed at the cash register.
A middle-aged woman
hands over a pile of dollars.
He tells her: “My name is Jesus – follow me.”
She checks her makeup.
He waits patiently for her in the parking lot.
They drive away in a beat-up truck
hauling gardening tools.
MOONLIT NIGHT
The city
Tar-top roof
With a brick-few, short wall
And then – central
This little, round, beat up old table
Cheap wine bottle atop
Empty
Two plastic cups
Two bent folding chairs
Assorted junk everywhere
Our lovers long gone
And so their western song
The Moon?
Oh just the same
Lingers on
City fumes too
Red neck rendezvous
She flew around me,
dripping all kinds
of trouble.
She began to grow fingernails
inside my head,
they tore away
clumps of caution,
shreds of decency.
The hook in my mouth
slipped out,
about the same time
her ex showed up.
They left in a beat-up Chevy,
leaving me stuck to a wall
fumbling for
a light switch,
but damn she was good.
I should have
I wish I had
I could have
But I didn’t.
My beat up song.
I should have
I wish I had
I could have
But I didn’t.
My beat up song.
The one I began singing
After my mother passed.
I should have visited her more often.
I wish I had known she was dying.
I could have been there for her.
But I didn’t know, and I was not there.
My beat up song.
the wuz a boy
i used to like
loved his jeans
and his nike
but i seen him
walkin wit dis girl
she all up
in his world
she a ugly ho
she went to school
where i used to go
thats how i know her
her and her beat up old man
he did me wrong
wrecked my plans
i wanted to be with him
4 ever and ever
now i get
to be wit him never
One afternoon in April,
behind the wheel of my beat-up and broken car,
sweating a little,
my best friend in the passenger seat,
two large Styrofoam cups between us,
ice and juice and hopefulness:
and I cried and cried
and considered banging my head
against the steering wheel,
the windshield, the dashboard
(for dramatic effect),
all the hot plastic dusty with rage.
Buster
I'm beat up like an old dog.
My name is Buster.
I think I'm 84 in your years.
I have stories that would curl your toes!
I've had good luck and bad.
I've been with lovely bitches
and bitches from hell.
I limp from a go cart incident
but I refuse to let it define me.
I've known cruelty and kindness.
I hope for a painless death
and a fair judgement in the end.
ALWAYS
Every time I open my heart up it seems to get beat up.
Every time I try to love you more, my emotions continue stored.
Every time I want your affection, it seems to have protection.
Every time I want to spend time with you, there seems to be a reason to leave you.
Every time I see you, my heart beats faster but when I’m with you there is no
laughter.
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