Short Bongs Poems
Short Bongs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bongs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bongs by length and keyword.
To whom does this belong
this giant cylinder bong?
Perhaps this blue bong belongs
to those in the throng
or perhaps to those playing beer pong
Categories:
bongs, abuse, celebration, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
jive time blares
ju ju bees can do
slide trombone
breasts on view
colored plastic beads dangle
the men toot and hoot
beer bongs rise
lust fills the side walks
white lines drawn
ambulance
and still they keep on coming
party on baby
Poet: D. Guzzi
Contest:~SHARE A SHADORMA~
Categories:
bongs, confusion, holiday,
Form:
Shadorma
Soon the Yucca Will Bloom
Bleak are the days
All have gone away.
Soon the Yucca will Bloom.
The rush, the crush,
The gong reverberating
Bongs into quiet.
Red and green turning
Disappearing into dull of order;
Persons morf into telephones.
And the gong’s last tone is silent.
Colored lights are out.
Soon the Yucca will Bloom.
Categories:
bongs, allegory, hope,
Form:
Verse
Puff, puff, puff, that joint.
Slowly if you please.
Happily, happily, happily, happily.
Bongs are but a tease.
05/08/2023
Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
"Row, row, row your boat"
05/08/2023
Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
"Row, row, row your boat"
Categories:
bongs, change, cute, drug, fantasy, fun, humorous, image,
Form:
Rhyme
SPOOOOKEEEE
Lost in the woods
On All Saints Night
Chill in my blood
Moon’s a fright
Its ring around
Is red as hell
And distantly
The doomsday bells
Eerie bongs
Tis truly said
One short two long
Will wake the dead
Hark those strains
The dies irae
Tell of pains
On judgment day
Oh where to go?
At last I fear
The rooster crow
No more I’ll hear
Dave Austin
Categories:
bongs, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
The will shall supplement my fitness,
categorize my songs,
and ejaculate a witness!
He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,
complicate our wrongs,
and dish out the bongs,
sing along with songs,
in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,
tomb smoke and tokens-
taken in by notes,
domes inside zones,
landscaping Vogue-
no real reason to pose unless you are gold.
Categories:
bongs, assonance, best friend, black love, conflict, cry,
Form:
Imagism
Life can be compared to a cunning fox,
We often need to cogitate out of box;
Showcasing our cleverness.
Death can be compared to gloomy songs,
We need to surrender as the time bongs;
Accepting with braveness.
Life and death are non-identical entities,
We need to agnize, there aren't immortalities;
Relenting sheer earnestness.
28-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the contest.
Note:Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Categories:
bongs, death, fantasy, feelings, imagination, life,
Form:
Tail-rhyme