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Short Copping Poems

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


Premium Member peace proposal III
The Palestine mess can now stop
By copping a real estate swap
To keep Israel great
Carve a 51st state
In Texas should Jews their roots drop...

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Categories: copping, islamic, jewish, peace, war,
Form: Limerick



One Tooth Willie
One tooth willie was a bully 
At best, but that one tooth dude
Sure knew how to dress
Slick back hair with a pinkish
Suit, he was a bad dude
Even down to his pink boot
Another guy tried copping Willie's 
Style, he got an ass whipping
For quit a long while...

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© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: copping, gender, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Too Short To Dare
Asking life to meet half way,
  you always lag behind

The focus on the things you lack,
  not the gold you mine

All compromise and copping out,
  your table left half bare

The brass ring distant and remote,
 —your reach too short to dare

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)...

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Categories: copping, life,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Never Cop Out
Never cop out
In order to solve a problem 
one must think like a “cop”
One must go to that single  donut hole
place in his gut and make a rational decision

Cop only to the human heart

Cop to the heart, body mind and soul in order 
      to find that through line ...

You know that a through line is also the happy medium ending place that which is absent of malice and forethought

Then "Cop" into this happy medium place where "Copping" really, really count...

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Categories: copping, absence, abuse, addiction, age, betrayal, creation,
Form: Personification
Free Cee a Street In a Burg Called the Blues
damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burg called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping to rock and roll
as i light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
where even the sages are bores 
and destitution oozes from the pores of us junkies
johns 
and drunken few
and what are we all trying to do'
just pay our due baby, 
JUST PAY OUR DUE
  2012...free cee  PHREEPOETREE...

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Categories: copping, angst,
Form: Monorhyme




Book: Shattered Sighs