Short Biggie Poems
Short Biggie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Biggie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Biggie by length and keyword.
A man went a-wooing a lassie
ill at ease with a great biggie
his face all blushing
and him stuttering
she thought him to be quite wacky
jumbo jet
oversized panties
biggie fries
husky jeans
we are larger than ever
bigger more pronounced
more jumbo
oversized
explains the panties
the internet is down
no biggie
I think I’ll watch TV
ha!
That isn’t happening
I thought I could type a poem on the computer
Wrong
Word says
Cannot save, check your internet settings
I do not have to check
I know
the internet is down
We want ICE
with our McCoffee
And some fries
with that biggie sized McBusted.
And don't forget
the musta'ad!
by Martin Braun
1/27/2025
Big Daddy Don is back in the house!
And... he... brought... his... switch!
It's time to ditch!
Framed art
On the wall
I see a mistake
Take it down and redo it
Glad I am a painter
Feel sorry for non-painters today
Fixing art is no biggie for me.
Wouldn’t she look better in a red dress?
I take the next piece of art down
And run with it to my studio
When I was a child I ate icicles
I broke some teeth.
No biggie.
When I was young I ate peanut brittle.
I ate ribbon candy.
I ate hard rock candy.
I thought I would have teeth forever.
I have a few left.
They are jagged and angry.
I don’t blame them.
The man
with the scythe
is having his way
with your day.
You think it's no 'biggie'?
It's like the coins
in your Piggy-
you counted eleven,
he calls it seven,
says he's the brethren
who delivers you
to heaven. His is
the power that
monitors your
hour.
Bogg the steely bug took a smart drug
Played silly buggers in Biggie’s rug
Biggie screeched like owl
Hey,No fare, no fowl
Big Bogg made Biggie a real humbug
The staunch and steadfast Reverend Jesse Jackson
American civil rights activist, aka Action-Jackson
This biggie and brave man, coined “Keep hope alive”
Founded The Rainbow Coalition, and that’s no jive!
Blessings, Rev. Jesse Jackson
3/6/26
Piecemeal, a Coronavirus poem
by Michael R. Burch
And so it begins—the ending.
The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending.
Your final solution is pending.
(A pale Piggy-Wiggy
will discount your death as no biggie.)
Keywords/Tags: coronavirus, plague, Trump, final, solution, America, betrayal, corruption, death, depression, evil, grave
Written March 14th, 2020
Contest: Back When Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Resting our legs
some reading books
others enjoying the view
I held onto my guy
one of the readers
women were gossiping to my left
best friend was to my right
surrounded by every kind of car
men-boys were comparing them
fireworks had not yet started
no biggie to me
I had who I wanted
(In Memory Of the late Christopher Wallace aka Biggie Smalls)
About My leaving here, it was all a
dream
A living nightmare, or, so it would
seem
With Me coming to falter on the
balancing beam
After coaxing on Stardom, gently
down the stream
Just cause Somebody felt a need to
blow off steamd
But, like I said, it was just All a dream
That is, until I heard My dear Mother
scream
(RIP Biggie Smalls)
mission accomplished, bounded in truth,Ruth that is. dedicated to the rights of women matriculating the interpretation of man's law to remind man..you already wrote me in! with her impeccable, eloquent demeanor, she was once asked..well can you rap like biggie smalls? she replied, that's not my gift.all the women of the world are in agreement when it comes to truth, i pick Ruth, what ah lady, ah men, ah women.
Diddy said he didn’t do what many say he did
but Diddy’s only famous for he knows the talented
if Biggie wasn’t shot Diddy would not have had a hit
but Diddy put the hit on Biggie that is why he did
Though he had the power he never had the skill
paying all that money for somebody else to kill
the competition that went missing when the spot was failed
by Bad Boy Records never special Diddy died a jailed
Snow flurries will be here Friday.
Forty-seven degree high today.
Midwest United States – Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri,
No biggie. We have all seen worse.
Snow blizzard on Saturday,
Coming in from the East.
North Carolina, South Carolina, and Georgia are shaking.
No snow shovels, or plows or drains in those states.
Florida is hiding their alligators, so they will not freeze.
Different states in different states.
I am so pretty, it is crazy, Biggie Bug thought.
Feeling sure she would be wildly wooed, hunted and sought.
Her pink was gorgeous, her purple and lavender divine.
Self-promoted and puffed, she felt supremely sublime.
Flaunted her beauty in everyone’s interested face.
She is beautiful, they agreed, but has so little grace.
She could not keep a job, she was such a distraction.
Finally joined the circus, was flea ring’s star attraction.
What’s Your Name, What’s Your Sign?"
I thought that was just a Biggie line.
Then I learned me and Dogs don’t relate
That’s for all you '82s and '94s, check the date.
Big heart thats no biggie
peep game
my words also carry weight,
I speak with purpose never fake.
A man of many skills, no doubt,
But cooking? Nah I’d rather eat out
Speaking of cats.
Not a fan,
Toss the litter, let it go,
Watch your spirit lift and your whole face glow.
The newest addition to my family
My bro-in-law christened him Milo
Another named him Jimmy
He’s more like a Chuckie
to me—driving me loco
The greenest eyes
He’s pretty lucky
He loves pink salmon
and playing catch
with crumpled paper I toss,
the unwanted poems I scratch
Biggie (aka) needs weight loss
I tumbled as I stepped over him,
A simple little thing
By eliminating gravy ‘til he gets slim
Pet adopting
It’s what the New Year will bring
I am on a little roll this morning
My ankles are wet, and I was chased by a dog
No biggie
The interstate was backed up
Two fire trucks and a rescue vehicle passed me
It was a small tsunami
I have to go to the bathroom but there is no time
I distract myself by paying attention to the twenty-six children
Who are staring at me, expecting something wonderful to happen
They have great expectations.
They are the kindergarteners
I do not want to disappoint
DMX thanks for being my dog from forever
Pac I know we in this forever
Biggie I remember you always
Never forget my road dogs
In the cross roads I trust in My deepest road Dog Yeshua
He walks with me always and forever
I became one with the sky one with all the world
I found you deep inside of me
My Yeshua aka Jesus or as I call you Josh my Joshie
Best friends are forever I am still down road dogs for life DMX Yeshua is with us always now and forever. agape love always wins.
She lied to me twice this week. No biggie. I still trusted her.
She borrowed my car and wrecked it. Her tale was untrue.
Our friendship is at stake here. I will give her another chance.
If Job can do it I can do it. Right?
She got up in my face and screamed at me for no reason.
I am starting to think maybe there is something wrong.
We have been friends for thirty-two years. I forgive her.
She gets into my child’s face and screams.
That is the last time I plan to ever see her again.