Short Cannibal Poems
Short Cannibal Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cannibal by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cannibal by length and keyword.
Ed said he was a cannibal
How could he be any bolder?
Even so, when he got home late
All he got was the cold shoulder!
This terror I now share with thee
Some cannibals had captured me
A dinner for clan
What worse could fate plan
We’re vegan a man said to me
There was a woman named Annabelle
They say she’s a bit of an animal
Men said what ‘s the palaver
She’s no different to any other
They didn’t know she was a cannibal
Let's rest
But the fish
Goes on
I stumble
And I fall
He helped saying
Are you a cannibal?
I said no way
We walk the path together
I swear you’ll see
I told you true
( The cannibal Cow)
Moo moo moo
On our cud we chew
That old jersey
Going down smooth
Mad you are
When you are what you eat
Cows eating cows
Quit pulling my teat!
Thou thee claim aerial,
That the world is so,
gnawy and gnashy and cannibal,
thy write up unwounds so,
that it is an advantage to always revolt,
when scar,
let a tale of a story to revisit.
the day of the dead
jazz cannibal festival
good food for the soul
eat much more music
drink from a skull cup holder
savor the flavor
celebrate all life
the end is musical bones
then into the crypt
A breakfast of sunrise,
clear blue sky luncheon,
and a supper of sunset
defeats darkness rising.
Shadows remain behind,
lying down buries their existence.
Total darkness is a cannibal
that feed on lighter shade shadows.
PICKINGS
I’m not a dwarf or a giant
But the male version of petite
I’m the right size and defiant
And not so easy to defeat
That bitesize word is horrible
But you know, I’m a cannibal
'Bite Size Poem no51' Contest
if animals can eat their kind
then could some words be the same--
cannibal?
i have seen such a thing
that some words devour
the words before and even after
capacious would fit the bill
it actually devours itself
; an irony with it's self
from woodpeckers and sparrows
to starlings and warblers
all get along
at the feeders
but for
the
feathered equivalent of a
sociopath called
a cannibal
the bluejay
that eats
alone
we're like ants always
at war with each
other
len
He took his time
To watch them first
To learn their ways
And how she spent
Her days
Before the true
Pleasure began
The slicing of flesh
And searing in pan
Yes he was a cannibal
But in his mind it
Wasn’t real
He could taste the soul
But it wasn’t his deal
Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel excuses no mortal
Heartbeat is a cannibal
Towards the novel
Extremities become red
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real
Russell Sivey
Because I must not always cannibal or bubble or haggard
like carnivorous animal like a brave vampire like a brave
maniacal rebel like a warehouse wolf?.
Sometimes imagine how mermaids is governing water
or is swimming thus to the world - a - the- stranging?.
Lest me lot or lol the stone unknowingly tis shard
though bogger?.
Don’t be like the Sun…
Dawns in fame, brings light,
Sets in shame,
Leaves dark night.
Be like the Moon…
Guides through the night,
Makes way for the Sun,
A humble knight.
Be like a tree…
Always stands tall,
Showers comfort free,
No rest at all.
Don’t be like an animal…
Living only to eat,
Behaving like a cannibal,
Waiting for a feast.
The hard core cult was fixing
the flies on the podium.
A snapdragon becomes a cannibal
devouring its own seeds.
Beyond insanity lies the phantom zone
where you hang upside down your faith.
A lunatic threatens to jump
from high tomb –
after excavating the remains of
a forbidden fear.
There was nothing except the
worn rags of a fakir.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
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.
Cough, blood everywhere, sneeze
Rotten flesh, wracked in disease
Brainless, basic instinct to eat
Cannibal, horror that they greet
Wanderer, on the road to no where
Dead eyes, unintelligent stare
Groan, the cry of death
Violence, like a junkie on meth
Shuffle, lack of balance
Virus, for the living zero tolerance
Decay, everyone will die
Apocalypse, the time is nigh
Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.
Form:
Cannibal Cat
I do not like this cat I saw
Grey of belly, head and paw
He came into our neighborhood
I swear this cat’s up to no good
Sure he caught some mice, a snake
But then he made a big mistake
For there upon my porch I sat
I saw him with another cat
And there I changed my attitude
I only saw the parts un-chewed
He left the head, a yellow paw
I do not like this cat I saw
An Animal Tangible with a Cannibal
knew an animal
we think can be tangible
with a cannibal
what we said out loud
about things are always proud
to God have head bowed
heard that a bunch of
Indians who are half assed
were called semi holes
have called home a lodge
ran over in my garage
now need a massage
say it enough times
everyone will believe it
so say it again
(DEDICATED TO JOHN STRATTON WHO DIED OCTOBER 25, 1991.)
He starred in Doctor Who back in 1985.
Many of his fans are sad because he's no longer alive.
He starred as an alien who was an Androgum.
He passed away on the 25th of October in 1991.
In the episode, he was a cannibal.
He liked to eat people and animals.
He left a lasting impression on his fans.
He was a talented and wonderful man.
Oh, the things we might write if we all channeled Seuss:
like streams of Foie Gras through a cannibal goose!
Even masters might gain, yes even the bard.
Cuz you’ve got to admit it: that blank verse is hard.
And thank goodness this doc was a Seuss, not a Geisel,
or our poems would struggle to include a weasel.
Yes, it’s so much more fun to bid you a good day
in a playfully, lyrical, Seussian way!
Stained by blood my lips of red,
and diabetic sweet.
Full of flesh from inside out,
of all the souls I eat.
Trembled true and full of fear,
of guilt that's laid upon me.
I cannot change my course of time,
for time will not disarm me.
Tattoos become the marks and scars,
upon my flesh to handle.
Smaller is the head of each,
to me has is the animal.
Picking through the meat in teeth,
I am for worse the cannibal...
She:
Sat on eggs.
Ate eggs.
She was a
cannibal.
A canibol.
A canibal.
Pottery classes,
her majesty acquired.
from thrones
onto bridges
she built.
Stones
stacked stones
spelling stones
she built.
He:
Paleo
lithic
Ph.D drug lord.
From Cambridge.
Books ((WARNING!))
are USED!
Wrote books
about people,
about people
he wrote.
Studied a life,
Not a love.
He wrote.
A person upon
person he wrote.
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