Short Call It A Day Poems

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Here Me Write - Word Play Homophone

Eye vent out on a clear blew ski day
butt the whether vase read hot the hole day
board eye go far a movie
knot a sole hear maid eerie
sow eye flea this haul two call it a day
Form: Limerick


Thatttt'sss All Folks.....

Porky said it best...
but now I feel just the same...
tired, weary, word worn...
well, I wish I had
the strength to stay
but my poor, sore
body's tellin' me....
time to call it a day!!!
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Time Has Come

Think it's about time to call it a day Brain doesn't function in the same old way Effect of my seizures Good wishes my readers It's been a magical ten years, so farewell I say
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Call It a Day

New moon's barely a sliver tonight

  Gathering clouds obscure the starlight 

No friends in the heavens to guide our way 

   We best retire early; call it a day


      
      ~ Good night, Soupers! ~
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Take a Knee

Take a Knee
Let’s call it a day
We’ve been over this 
‘Til there’s naught else to say

Take a knee 
Don’t make a sound 
My will is Power 
Now get on the ground 

Take a knee 
One day you’ll see
When I’ve got the gun
Justice is Me

May 29, 2020
Form: Rhyme


Meaningless Rhymes-5

Stumbling through existence
having passive days and active nights
your happiness a facade 
contemplate promises were made 
wonder are they kept safe
but past is a cloud of haze
don't look any further don't turn your face
it was dawn when i met u it'll be dusk when we call it a day.
Form: Rhyme

A Fun Day

I love my grandchildren 
inside and out they run and shout.
Laughing, riding bikes and drinking
 cold lemon aide while sitting in the shade.
They ask questions about this and that
an when I answer they say 'no way.
I chase them in the fields playing tag,
hide and seek than we call it a day.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Search The Bus


Children like to play hide and seek to misguide,
even in school bus after their pickup for the ride.
So, all the drivers, your careful vigilance is thus due, 
be extra patient, don’t let the playful kids trick you.
To search the bus thoroughly keen attention you pay,
make sure the bus is empty before you call it a day.
Form: Rhyme

Poetry As a Lie

Arrangements of particular sounds
and spirits never mended
by these renouncement of desire
just nothing more then wood wood would
wouldn’t dare say it’s added to the pile like wood to the
pyre
or the fire
Terrible chimes of rhymes
announced practically beforehand
forget rhyme 
or meter
or the feeding of words to canvas
nevermind it all
just forget me to time
and call it a day
Form:

The Golden Mean

Call it a day and go to play.
Who can stop you and what to say? 
Work is good, and so is play. 
Make it a rule to rest a day.
As life goes on, and much to stay.
If you ignore your need to play
And work so long and rarely lay,
Your health will fade and slip away. 
You can’t stop. You can’t delay. 
If health is gone, you dearly pay.
So, listen to me and make your day!
11/6/2026
© Omar Jabak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

This One Tall Whale

This one
Tall whale
Squirts bad sperm
Marine girls beware
It will give you teratology
In your womb
Plant seeds
Of extinction
I can't breathe sea harks
Up the creek
Krill die
Evil. We cannot ride high
No high lands
Water everywhere
No water
Water is fiend
Rats ‘congress
In dead-end streets.
Hey, Call it a day
Time to die.


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Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

Succoured To Full

she was crass,
eating all that grass,
from his hand,
he had no ways to mend,
he had her in a ditch,
that he had dug,
for another alluring hitch,
she was broke,
and about it nobody spoke,
she went all the hog,
in the dense cliff fog,
she was about to call it a day,
then she heard me bay,
I begged her to stay,
and she did,
injury healed to such a state,
that she now stays with me,
like a fish that has caught the
Form:

Giving Up

Be honest
this isn't going anywhere
you've tried
I've tried
we've given it everything we've got.

If we had the answer
at our fingertips
I'm sure you would agree
things would be so different.

but no

we just keep going 
round and round
our frustration turns
to bitterness.

Stop now

Let's call it a day
I think that would be best
if we both admitted
that we'll never find the start
on this roll of sticky tape.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Mother In the Cage

SHE SHOWN UP
AS BRIGHTER AS DAYS
SEARCHING FOR MEANS
TO CALL IT A DAY
FOR HER FAMILY
FAULTLESSLY ENCOUNTERED
THE BIG ASPECT OF LIFE
HEREAFTER SHE WAS GAOLED
FOR AN OFFENCE NOT COMMITED
JUSTICE CLAMOURED FOR
THE AFFLUENCE
THEIR HANDS ARE THERE
WHO HELD UP THE CAUSE
SHE SCREAMED UP FOR LIBERTY
AS CRESCENDO AS VOLUME OF VUVUZELA
IT WAS HEARD
ALAS THE EARS ARE DEAF
THE JUDGEMENT WAS PROCLAIMED
IN THE FAVOUR OF THEY
AN INNOCENT WAS PROXIMALLY CAGED
Form: Concrete

Your Mom After a Rough Night

I'm in the diner uptown, sitting around, b.s. ing with Teddy. Don't just stand there and say nothing to me, I got a hangover like you wouldn't believe. Pour me, poor me 5/8 of a cup of coffee. It's tooth hurty in the afternoon and I'm in a cocoon. Pour me, poor me 5/8 of a cup of coffee. Bonnie and Clyde are at the gas station getting busted and I'm sitting here trying to get adjusted. Poor me, pour me 5/8 of a cup of coffee and I'll call it a day.

Today Is Monday

Today is Monday
What else can I say
Hate it as I may
I still need the pay

Today is Monday
Can’t keep my mood at bay
So please stay away
If you don’t want to be led astray

Today is Monday
Wish I can call it a day
Nothing I would say
Would make me happy and gay

Today is really Monday
When work cannot be shared
Nothing I can do but stare
Give me more if you dare

So..Monday please go away
I can’t bear you to stay
Quickly come Saturday
Time for me to play
Form: Rhyme

I Forgot

Sometimes when I'm talking 
I forget what I was gonna say
I even forget where I'm going
After I'm on my way

And sometimes when I'm nervous
I've forgotten my own name
I just can't help myself
I've got no one to blame

I forget my own phone number
When I'm away from home
And even who I'm talking to
Whenever I'm on the phone

There's more to this poem
But I forgot what I was gonna say
Oh well, since I can't remember
I guess I'll call it a day
© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Midnight Minutes

O Night!how I miss your silent and peaceful precious time.
Easing heavy and inconsolable tiresome thoughts.
Where have all the skills of life vanished?
Only trails of vague shadow exists,
Then as mist does it leave.
Busy as it seems around.
But does honesty exist where you spend your day?
Rectifying something already done;
No genuine process in progress.
Someday one has to call it a day.
Recline to start all over anew again.
To live as God desires.

Shopping Is a Riot

Broke the door
Gotta Iphone4
A TV
Dvd
Laptop 
I can't stop
Popped back in the shop
Ooh! ooh! another Iphone
Gotta go home 
Cant carry any more
Me arms are gettin’ sore
But I think I can manage two more
So back into the store
For me 8month olds son a fluffy toy
And me 8year old a game boy
I think I will call it a day 
Gotta home quick a and sell them on ebay.

*Bloody riots in London. When all the smoke settles who pays for it we do, the tax payer Bollocks.
Form: Rhyme

Days End

The sun desends behind the trees
so big and bright an full of bees Another day has come to it's end
to say goodnight to all that lend
a cheerful greeting to each day
Thanking God for letting us stay
in this place right here in time
to enjoy the heavenly sights
behind the hills and over the valley
days at rest it's time to rally
the children, animals into their places
say goodnight to all those faces
Time to rest call it a day
tomorrow's coming hours away,,,,,,goodnight

Ho Hum, I'D Rather Have Some Simple Fun

i look at life from the side
i am always wrong
i look at life while perfectly centered
i am still always wrong
i look at life at a right side view
i am definitely wrong on that end
i look at life at a left handed view
things begin to become a bit clearer, but i am still thrown curve balls and strike out
totally exhausted and fully burnt out, i chalk it all down to lessons learned and call it a day
tomorrow i start it all over again, and the irregularly rhythmic beat goes on
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

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