Short Bore Poems
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There was a loud knock at the door
Turns out to be a large bore
He plowed his way in
Then was kick in the chin
He was trying to settle a score
Bore; my only companion who leaves me not
I long and wait, tired though I get
Sleep comes, goes and again comes, teases
Fatigue rules, bones betray and I long...
Washed away on current strong,
Into the sea, he's gone...
No more button eye smiles,
No more tattered shirt,
Oh my poor old Teddy-Bear,
I truely feel your hurt.
We did check out Democrat score,
And all of them had been big bore;
Mouth flapping;
Back slapping;
Don't want to see around anymore.
ll politicians as far as I am concerned.
Jim Horn
Young and energetic to the core;
Social order he tried to restore.
Having seen many like him before,
On his face people shut the door,
Thinking that he was such a bore.
Mere preaching people abhor.
That flavor
gave her
wings, then faced a wall
Against odds
Opposing time
Blocked, like a limp burden
Face it
Was disappointing
Swallow, now just give up.
First retain
Next clean
it, at once let go.
Bore Thoughts Galore
Niels Bohr
Studied physics and bore thoughts galore.
During war, our allies and we were calm.
His models were the bomb!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
Poems That Bore Me
Lazy, crazy, hazy
Poems with zero meaning.
Or~ words to make us not think.
Like playing the same key on the piano.
....plink....plink....plink.....
Sends me out the door, to a bar, to
....drink....drink....drink....
Panagiota Romios
3/31/2019
on Me at some Point,, read on rockers
twould be better if we dint forget
them things that 'cause regret
dontcha think that's good
to treat folks in the hood
with respect?
I do and i don't forget much
'cept where I laid my glasses last
got help, got wisdom, got earthsoulshake sizzlin
is cool.
.....
wanna dance?
Splash of boredom,
Of solitude and lack of freedom.
Bringing in anger and fury like that,
Of a lion on a bat,
Roaring in a trapped cage,
Ever will pass this age,
Down as we lie in the dumps.
New interests still arise,
Oft playing cat and mice,
When will this end?
06.04.2020
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Nuemann
Quaintly dressed, his cap bore a plume
When a lady passed, removed it -- assumed
She'd acknowledge his gracious act
~ So shocked was he at her absence of tact
"Don't think I'm the weaker sex," snapped she
"Else I'll give you a kick to buckle your knees"
Wounded, he offered an unheard apology
Then walked across time to a kinder century
I left all of my sorrow
and sins at the foot of
Jesus that day.
He will carry me through
my days of trouble and woe.
He's the answer to my problems,
such a comfort is He.
Jesus my friend who
I can lean on.
He saved my soul from
the gates of hell
a gift of Salvation,
I owe it all to Him,
for such a gift it was.
wrote 8-19-08
The Day I got Saved
was 8-15-82 26 years and 4 days.
BORE
I FEEL BORE WHEN I REMEMBER OUR
FIRST DAY UNDER MOON LIGHT
WITH A TEAR
I FEEL BORE WHEN I REMEMBER OUR
FIRST WALK IN A TIDES
WITH A TEAR
I FEEL BORE TO REMEMBER OUR FIRST
VISIT TO TEMPLE ............
muskuraleta hu yaad karkey
Maffi apni meri jaan
Please forgive my error if their on writing
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
I once had a friend named Kishore,
Who during sleep always did snore;
One day he went for camping,
He staged his feat while sleeping,
Eversince, friends called him a bore.
He bore the nails
Our sins were paid now made us free
Of blood a trail
That leads each soul to victory
A king was hailed
A crown of thorns it had to be
Broken and frail
His body hung there from a tree
At that noon hour, all was still, then tore the vail
Life's journey spent, no sin, no worry, saved from hell
No time to suffer
No time for death
For all mankind was His last breath
Be with Him, Lord
Ever at His side
For man He gained eternal life
Here I am my compatriot
Do not bore me with inanity
Stay in your lane dear friend
And let me stay in mine
For this is the season of anomie
Tempers are high and boiling over
Do not try to teach me good manners
Cause my patience has run out
And I can no longer listen to lies
Spewed from the pit of hell
To justify the position of your paymaster
While our father land
Gradually disappears from
The global map of decency
Patriotism calls and we must obey
To whom life has lost its savor
The irrational does favor:
To whom existence is a bore
Breaker of Untouchable Law...
Exactly so with Bored Rhonda,
Ready to hug Anaconda,
Eyes planting to the Romantic,
Self lending in the Pedantic...
I would same say of Hunter:
The swayed by life - Bursting Thunder,
Who a try gives The Ecstatic,
Life helping with The Synthetic...
To whom life has lost its savor.
Daily swallow of Saliva.
He is An Empty Survivor:
Satan's Misguided Conniver.