Short Boohoo Poems
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Hiss and boohoo the snow finally arrived
Along with frigid temps, but we'll all survive
We're Canadian you know
This stuff's not nouveau
Snowed since a week now, still damn well alive
Wish I could leap through the trees like the squirrels do
I'd be over the moon screaming a bloody woo-hoo
Lithe and free
Overcome with glee
Till I fall and break my precious noggin... boohoo
Bill Clinton has won two ~ Oooh
George W bush won two too ~ Who
Barack Obama won two too few ~ Yahoo
$Donald Trump$ won one too many ~ Boohoo
By
David Kavanagh
Form:
what ocean can i cross
without losing sight
of the shore?
i leapt forthwith into water
but water turned to flame
and fire turned to coal
and drowning, aflame
i burned
namelessly.
i sank
into myself
i loved
love
i hated
hate
i needed
both
everyday
i wake
sometimes
early
others late
but lately
whenever
i do i'm
greeted by
the sound
almost owl like
but instead of
who i hear
you or boohoo
hoo
as if Noah
waiting
for a sign
someday
sometime
i will
not wake
to the call
of the mourning
dove for he calls for
thee
Form:
"The grass is always greener on the other side."
"The sun shines brighter for others and not me."
Boohoo, cry me a river. I have a tiny violin.
You can borrow it when you sing your sob song.
It plays rather well to the tune of, “POOR ME!!!”
Further more the grass isn’t always greener.
For your information my grass is pretty damn green.
They just wont let me walk on it.
I can swim but I should fly!
If I do, will I die?
With the birds and the fish
fighting over me if they wish!
Am I racing with the number two?
With the fish in the ocean blue,
or with the birds in the sky?
But I'm afraid I will die!
What should I do?
Boohoo, boohoo!
I know, I know!
I will do both.
I will fly in the sky,
and this is no lie!
Then I will swim with the fish,
when they wish!
Form:
Aye, here 'n too! now it nears
Ah, 'tis by means golden years
Us imagined, it would seem to be guaranteeing
'Tis no way to have our mortal being
Aged 'n low-key in twilight glowing
Forever younger, older growing
Boohoo 'n take to heart
The glut of days gone by depart
But what else are thee
Other than old, as years pass by free
Daydreaming that are no more
Tis is humanity decline at it's front door
Quote By Poet: "Make a wish. Will it come true. Only time will tell."
Today is my birthday,
they said make a wish and blow out your candles.
I did,
but my wish never came true.
On a star filled night they said,
take a star and make a wish.
I did,
how long do I need to wait for it to come true.
My trust I put in you,
I did what I was told to do.
Is making a wish,
a waste of time.
All I can say,
is boohoo.
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
But without a clue,
Shoes are two.
A pair
They make.
Did he care?
Not one shake.
Mismatched upon
One day,
Someone did say.
No, match those two.
What makes a pair?
Do you
Have a clue.
Left Right, OK,
With a stare,
For you,
No flare,
One blue
Other gray,
Boohoo,
Now we play.
Another set
At home too,
Exactly alike
You bet.
Brian's contest
School was out for annual Christmas break
Ice and snow hung around many a week
A friend and I did what one should not do
Went onto a frozen canal to skate
Some lads we knew were giving us some cheek
Boohoo
One lad pinched my friends hat from off her head
Chased him I did, what came next haunts me so
Iced cracked and yes I was in for the swim
The boys were brilliant, I could've been dead
Bravo!
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Feel what you want to feel, it will all be okay, though, I will judge you through the words that you say.
Hold my hand while you catch your breath, dont hold your silence or pretend like im deaf.
I'll sit and I'll listen while I roll my eyes, because these "feelings" you have are nothing but lies.
Then after that I'll scoff and I'll scowl, for the words you just used are but sounds like an owl;
Hoot hoot and boo hoo, your words mean no fair and after you're gone, I surely will not care.
I’m like ice cream flavors tangled up.
Again, get up to read the book, jolted.
But nothing got read like nothing got nothinged.
Boohoo.
Forever, howling like spray paint in my head.
When I can’t sleep?
It trickles.
It’s haha!
When I can’t “goodbye,” burnt up.
The buttery feeling becomes a normal silence.
When I can’t sleep?
That’s as typical as mint chocolate chip ice cream trapped in pages of journaling.
And journaling I do.
Normal silence.
That’s not what I’m like.