Short Certifiable Poems

Short Certifiable Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Certifiable by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Certifiable by length and keyword.

Roll on down the hill and rope one of those calves
I stare at the guy
He is a nut bucket

Not your bag?
Okay
Why don’t you climb into the corral with the bull

Now I know this guy is certifiable

© Caren Krutsinger  

love an hurt, cast into the dirt ,
feels this poor castaway,
the only cure so be alert,
is catch his brother hey....
some times feet aren't made of clay...
says johnson its a certifiable way.. (mad too)

Don

re: "From Him"  by Debbie Duncan

© Don Johnson  

Are you?  He asked.
What?  She replied.
Six Sigma Certified? He asked.
Why, no.  She replied.
Are you? She asked.
Yes, definitely! He replied. 
Should I be? She asked.
Yes! - He replied - You should be!
Why should I be? She asked.
Well, - He replied -
Utterly frustrated with her question -
How can we possibly talk to each other 
If you are not certifiable?

© Laura Mccadden  

CERTIFICATE

this poem is a certificate
to verify
the poet
is
lucid

this poem is a diploma
to justify
a pen
of
logic

this poem is a document
to authorize
a notion
with
feeling

this poem is a licence
to validate
bizarre
bent
belief

this poem is a…….
certifiable  ripple
of 
my 
wits
end




© Kim van Breda—10 March 2015

© Kim Van Breda  

Shall we send the lady with the scotty dog a card?
The neighbors did not know her well. Mrs. McDard.
They had heard some rumors, but nothing reliable.
Like her husband was an institution, totally certifiable.

I have not met him, but I heard he is in a loony bin.
This came from one of the oldies, Mrs. Lulu Skin.
I heard he is a player, and he ran away.
They were all watching her get her valentine that day.

© Caren Krutsinger  

Insanity worked for him; he was thorough in his ability to show it off in a variety of ways. His brother kept his family away, not understanding the slim line between brilliance and certifiable. That was okay, he had his paints, his intensity, his obsessions, and his voices. He picked up his paint brush and began creating huge masterful swirls in the sky. He knew many would misunderstand, and this delighted him.

best insanity
picassos starry night
confused status quo

© Caren Krutsinger