Short Brags Poems

Barn house full of goods,
Fool rich man brags for himself,
Dead one day relief....

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Wealth often brags,but it's not he.
Penury humbly sat,beneath him.
           On the last day
Wealth and penury,perish be.
c.2017...

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Self-appointed mouse king was a huge success
He crowed to the world, standing on a robin’s nest
We rolled our eyes, for we know his personality well.
Some stuff he brags about doing are not so very swell....

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Mr Wiener brags proficiency 
As he twitters his constituency.  
But badly, the hackage 
of a bulky package 
in his pants shows a deficiency.  



*The Online Slang Dictionary says ‘schnitzel’ is, “Any unacceptable or unwanted
substance.”  Example: “I’ve got schnitzel all over my shoe.”...

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Electrical spark, you are nothing without me!
Brags arrogant spark plug, my cousin, Lee.
Distributor gets mad and keeps current back.
Cylinder gives spark plug a mighty ugly mean whack.
Gasoline engine starts up now in the right way.
Jealousy handled by Cylinder, because she don’t play!...

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Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
	portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
	Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
	Cameos by Misty Marsh and Lily Lake.
Marquee brags of Nature’s spiritual mysteries
	comprising the life of Rose Meadow....

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   Child of floor and shackle mocks,
a cooperation of physic-circumstance.
A stalwart drag, stale wart brags.
Dungeon, so damp, 
the bottom feeding vampires in vitro.
Morph of mind sired,
desire turn to sour mankind to think of self 
and do evil,
festering the corpse alive.
Still, no word on who the Father is.
-
But, we know....

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He builds a mighty garrison
Formed up from Duplo blocks
He brags you’ll never take his king
A regular Fort Knox

But then the ogre from the east
Comes crashing through the vale
There’s nothing left but ruins now
And odors that assail

A wet and slimy residue
There’s drool upon the walls
The mayhem, utter and complete
So off the toddler crawls...

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If lights great speed
  is but a myth

And darkness not empty
  as it seems

What’s true then false,
  what’s false conscripts

Our need to know 
  —a cursed dream

Has discovery
  made us better

Have our souls
  or spirits changed

As logic brags
  with ethics blurred

To win 
  —a losing game

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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hostility snaps the nerves
taut from life in tiny boxes
your neighbor prances
naked
through the hall
and brags about her fancy men
attracted to her beautiful, black body
they pay
her rent
her groceries
everything she needs
she tramples them
orders them to hand over their wallets
they do
while she sinks into her coffin
of dependence on handouts...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I'm in jail because my son stopped going to school.
My cellmate is smelly and I'm fed nothing but gruel.
I'm very depressed and I'm at the end of my rope.
I've been begging my cellmate to take a bath and use some soap.
My son is proud of himself and he brags because he's never cried.
But that will change when I get out of here and tan his hide....

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bounty brags blushing
purpled eyes puncturing
hoisted hag seducing
callous crimson tuning
into hankering hall
she opened door

gaunt glottis shrunk
like leering lust's
none inside thrust

"I'll revive him,
mystic May's wind
pebbles pruning pills"

then she left,
reincarnation at crest.
       19:12:24:07:30

~Note~ An imitation of Lascelles Abercrombie's "Witchcraft: New Style"...

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so wily and smooth, he boasts
   he can make huge profits
      among Sahara Bedouins
         selling them mounds of sand;

so shrewd and suave, he brags
   he can convince Eskimos
      right in their igloos to buy 
         from him expensive tons of snow;

now so quiet and cold, he still
   touches those he outsmarted,
      even in his grave, in the ground,
         with the sand, 'neath the snow....

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Rabbit brags
crazily;
Tortoise plods
lazily.

Rabbit gets
sleepy, see.
Tortoise wins
Easily.

Work ethic
is lacking;
Rabbit gets
shellacking.

Relentless,
forward, there.
T’s out front
by a hare.

Nonfiction
or fable?
Decide if
you’re able.

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Using more dactyls seems a good match for the form...

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/cethramtu-rannaigechta-moire-poetic-asides...

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There was a chef named Luke,
All of his entrees were nuked.
In every dinner he planned,
All of his food was canned,
And most of his patrons puked.

Now many patrons inquired,
Why this chef was never fired,
But his boss was anemic,
and very bulimic,
Which is why Luke was hired.

This Diner's reputation lags,
But the owner always brags,
That his dining auditorium,
is a modern vomitorium
With no need for doggie bags....

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She brags about everything she has
With childish hyperbole, arrogance, hubris
No humility, no empattthy, no conscience
That's why full of s**t  rhymes with narci666tic

Her celebration - - - expecting wedding presents
Blessings and gifts for a child molester?
What would be apropos?
Perhaps a bridal bouquet - - -

Hmmmm - - - how about - - -
A circle of vienna sausages on  sticks
Surrounded by an array of baby's breath?...

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Masquerading as a Prince
Someone is playing a game of pretend or deceiving themselves
If you saw what I saw you would be humble
Bite your tongue, and grovel for you are dirt at my feet.

Your boastful brags intrigue me
What makes the toad demand things of others?
She wonders to her herself
Why she entertains his commands

No beauty on the inside or out
No winner here
No heart of gold
Just a space full of emptiness in this cold, cold room....

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My beginnings were ever so humble
To this day I wear others' rags
I'm bungled, fumbled and tumbled
My owner usually brags
Diamonds all shapes and sizes
Multicolored rainbows and rings
Always loved and needled
And thrown on kings and queens
You can buy me at a boutique
If I'm given I'm normally at my peak 
In the summer I go on the lam 
Please tell me what I am.




challenge from Linda (Poet Destroyer)
anyone can answer please,feel free...

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She brags that she’s a busy* lady;

Thus, has no time for anybody

while ceaselessly daydreaming

of good work's triumph-screaming!

Now, she needs to rest her tired body. 

*1Peter 4:15 But let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as an evildoer, or as a busybody in other men's matters.

July 16, 2018
6th place, "Limericks Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 7/16/2018....

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Bookshelf was bragging a little bit
Plants love my shelves!
End table had a hissy fit.
observed by three elves.

Why do you brag like this? She angrily said.
Irritated because her orchid plant was terribly dead.

Bookshelf had a bit of a secret too.
Plants that loved him were the ones that do….
Like living in the shadows, no sunlight hue.

He did not help End Table, for she was not that nice.
She stuck out her drawer tongue, not once, but twice....

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I am September girl, she tells me. Mercurial and keen.
That’s a Gemini girl, I think, kind of stuck up, and a tiny bit mean.
I am a hippie, I love flowers and gardening too.
That’s a Gemini girl, I think, glaring at her eyes of blue.

I am a September girl, she brags. I flow like the river wide.
I cannot believe her audacity. She seems rather full of pride.
That’s an August girl, I think. You have got yourself all wrong.
She pulls out a ukulele and begins to sing a September Girl Song....

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