Short Bs Poems
Short Bs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bs by length and keyword.
time to put up
or bit the dust
stop this bs stuff
mabe its time
let right thing shine
so take a walk
DON'T JUST TALK
Can you discuss this with me?
Is honesty anyone's best policy?
Here, truth is no one's friend,
Where does BS start and end?
Oh, what a lovely web we dost weave
When first we practice to deceive.
What, on our next try, we conceive
Is too much B.S. to believe.
There is one thing that you should know:
Intimidation is a show
Although its not large
A cockroach will charge
A little BS helps things grow
benign bewitchment beyond bibble-babble bias
between boisterous besties backed by bandwagon bandits
bamboozled both boldfaced barefooted brothers
I don't want anything
It's always some f s
I am tired
And I don't care
F this
You can shove it
I am freaking done
F bs
F h
Whatever
Can go to h
its as the story goes
like the wind blows
its stark
don't get caught
without it
its the food kit
AT TABLE AND FALK
honey i tell you too
MONET TALKS AND BS
WALK
Drunk, in a funk, a lowly punk, I shrunk from a skunk. It stunk. Away I slunk. I too stunk, I thunk. I took a dunk and sunk.
A chunk or hunk of B.S. or bunk? Please debunk.
they've catered to crowds riotously angry
and brimming red hatted stadiums
but for wee places of worship
they're nailed shut with bullchit
it was never about safety, but ratings
Mr. Pete with Al Sharpton did just meet
They oppose homophobia -- How sweet!
But what about Mike Pence
Can they get off the fence
And come to this kind, Christian man's defense?
I’m Don McKitty and I need your vote
Your brave fearless leader, don’t make me gloat
Give me your order
And I’ll shut the border
Hold the lies and BS? I’ll make a note!
Ballet, beer and bees.
It's good to keep the Bs together.
The Bs can be good company.
Ballet, we watch; beer, we quaff;
bees, we keep; veil, we wear.
Good to enjoy B, B and B. And that V.
(6 Feb 2024)
an abstract be...
a bs track
a bs rack
a beast rack
a beaster act
a bee's track
a bee's track ed
ab's are act
a 'b' stir act
a beast are act
a bs stir act
a best track
a bs tea are act
stan's sand
doctors say that we are seventy percent
water but i think that is bs.
those drawings you made when you were
a kid,
all those crayan drawings on scratch
paper.
thats what you are more than anything
else.
Then Another Tasket
There was this tisket then another tasket;
Suppose what we should do is unmask it;
Shall sell us short;
Lends no support;
Burned up Trump;
More Trump BS he pulled out of a basket.
Jim Horn
PS. Encouraged and motivated by Andrea.
Am I gullible or not?
Why listen to you, or what?
Your opinion does not rate,
Totally futile, great!
What would an Einstein say?
Why listen to BS anyway?
You don't have to like me,
I don't have to believe thee,
Not everyone likes everyone else,
I get to please myself!
All Over My Shoe
They had their last countdown and mine was look up
Difference between much blatant BS and a buttercup
Which before long of course I eventually knew
It would get all over my each once shiny shoe.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
-- th'sentry's request brought a ryan mc'cabe poem title to mind - 'be still' --
(pondered....replied)
b s b best
till...bs be'ist...
still
be'as still as
beastial bees...
be'as
still beasts till
bees best ill...
be still...
bees...still b s b
breathing
serene being
stan sand
Democracy ain’t
What we imagine it to
Be. A disaster!
Communism is as
Bad. Exploitation is bad
Everywhere, my friends.
Same strange lies
Our world is in trouble
Cry and pray.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I don’t want to rely on you for anything
You can have it
And take it
I don’t need it
Or want it
You are just too much trouble
I have enough
Go away
I don’t want it
I am tired of this
It’s too much of a same thing
Too much bs
I don’t need this
You can do whatever
I don’t give a hoot
Whatever
These are the things we say to God
Did you?
To say you would unblock someone if they can be civil
is a crock of BS that I'd categorize as narcissistic drivel.
It's just another veiled shovel full, meant as a dig
but it's quite clear that some people don't give a fig!
Oh, the impudence of one who has an arrogant nature.
The petulance of one without disciplined nomenclature.
Whoever wrote “The Lady is a Tramp” must have known you.
All the lyrics to the song from “Pal Joey” are true.
You would give a cannibal indigestion if he put you in a stew.
How do you regard a man? You haven’t a clue.
To any poor sucker you meet, you will be untrue.
I had enough of your BS; I am through with you.
Take whatever you brought here and bid adieu.
Sitting at a bus shelter
hoodie baby, skinny, drab,
denim-discount,
elfin face,
the nose ring an ugly stigmata.
She's been staring at empty walls lately,
I can tell, I’ve stared at those same walls.
I am guessing the weight of her solitude
will not decrease anytime soon.
I want to tell her that life
outgrows itself, blooms and becomes.
but I’m all out of bs. today.
Bebe taan sirf naa ae,
Tu ta mere lia rabb di tha ae.
Main te rbb da shukr adda hr pl krdaa,
Ki onne odda roop hi mainu de detaa…
Mere lai sb kittta,
Mere lai apna sb chddeya….
Hr dukh, hr pareshaani nu le lende o,
Ptani pareshan hoke wi kiven hss lene o….
Bs hun ta rbb toh ae hi h ardaas,
Mere khushiyaan wi hun chli jaan meri bebe de paas…..
Love you Bebe !!!
Lord p.s.
I'm tired of this b.s.
Life is a game and I'm getting fouled.
Where is the ref?
The devil comes at me in his best.
I'm feeling empty in my chest.
I'm so ready to rest.
Looking for death is my quest.
I answered all the questions on the life test.
Driving life but can't see because of the mist.
The turn to my journal I miss.
Where I'm I going?
Can you tell me this?-Mario Perez