Short Couth Poems
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They say our youth could use more couth,
an easy thing to say.
But they had teachers who were us.
That's my take-away.
Categories:
couth, humor, youth,
Form:
Light Verse
A couth poetic platypus,
Choosing words that are never rude,
Carries a heavy blunderbuss,
And softly croons a platitude.
Categories:
couth, animal, presidents day,
Form:
Rhyme
A rakish young fellow from Duluth
Completely hooked on gin and vermouth
Drank like a fish
Out of a dish
Somewhere along the way lost his couth.
May 27, 2021
Categories:
couth, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Do you know what burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, uh oh my ass is ash
Categories:
couth, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Do you know what really burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, TOO LATE... my ass is ash
Categories:
couth, hilarious,
Form:
Limerick
Ruth of All Evil
Truth is Trump was seen in a kissing booth,
Doing things as usual which were in couth,
Wore orange hair;
Is hard to bare;
Of evil he has been known to be the ruth.
Jim Horn
Categories:
couth, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Do you like what I’ve written forsooth?
What you say can be couth or uncouth.
I just want your impression.
I support free expression.
Just don't tell me the whole ugly truth.
Categories:
couth, humor, humorous, irony, poetry,
Form:
Limerick
Vogan Poetry inspires us all
Couth super- of the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure
National poetry month prompt day eight Vogan Bot Poetry
Categories:
couth, satire, science fiction,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
Do you know what really burns my ass
A flame about ass high, now that's quite crass
Have you no couth?
Not a bit, that's the truth
Something's burning, TOO LATE... my ass is now ash
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
couth, fun,
Form:
Limerick
I thought it odd, this parallel
'Tween what is couth, and what is feral
But sings the Herald, my steps in peril-
Considered, I, that all was well...
I know this path is dangerous,
Upset that Life is merely heinous
When all I want is to be Famous,
So ends this tragic tale!
Categories:
couth, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Hold up the mirror and see who are
Your inflated ego an your sports car
How dare you take it out on us
Lash out in anger an make such a fuss
Face the truth and have some couth
Repent or the pain will not lesson
An stop this aggression
We will not be Threatened......
Categories:
couth, birth, mirror, pride, recovery from,
Form:
Didactic
Grace is the right balance
of humor, tact, and wit.
Touting propriety
couth and civility.
Innocence with a tinge
of righteous arrogance.
Genteel fluidity
in dress and decorum.
It’s the epitome
of femininity.
(Blank Verse)
11/5/2015
Categories:
couth, beauty, culture, how i feel, imagery, women,
Form:
Free verse
I remember
Way back when
To tell a lie
Was a great big sin
But now we lie
All the time
We give no thought
That it’s a crime
We lie to family
And to friends
On and on
It never ends
Sometimes big
But mostly small
We don’t seem to
Mind at all
But, we should each
Have more couth
And try much harder
To tell the truth
WIZDUMBs BY JA 258
Categories:
couth, betrayal, wisdom,
Form:
Narrative
It took but a bit
But used my good wit
To write what I writ
I'll try to use couth
And write about truth
Be it black or white
Be it wrong or right
It's just what I write
By chance I wrote wrong
What's writ all along
Then, I'll sing your song
And let me be bold
That truth could be told
It may not be true
According to you
It's your point of view
Categories:
couth, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
I cried tears of anguish for the burgeoning.
Tears and sobbing aren't prospering.
I regret all the rambunctious ineptness.
Silver hair and a large head are worthless.
My youth was pillaged, yet my heart tried to beat.
Pulling leaves from a branch is a fun treat.
Is it possible to reclaim my youth?
To tell him the breed of gray-haired man couth.
Categories:
couth, analogy, childhood, conflict, destiny, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
A splotch of white on my front deck,
Its whiteness quite exquisite,
Has let me know that recently,
A bird's dropped by to visit.
I don't know if he planned to stay
Or was just passing through,
But what he left behind announced,
"Here's something just for you!"
A calling card from feathered friend,
Though lacking couth or class,
Deserves a nod of admiration,
For it's sure got sass!
Categories:
couth, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.
Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.
A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.
Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth,
yesteryear's eager youth.
Categories:
couth, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Alliteration
Skinny floral Christmas elf with eyes so green
Your attitude and holly is totally and fully seen
We marvel at your body, so lithe and loose
You are skinnier than a wiped-out chicken goose.
Skinny floral Christmas elf with your attitude cute
We don’t know what to say, you are pretty couth.
We see your skip and hop and your limber bod.
You are more like us than we thought, not so very odd.
Categories:
couth, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
A flora friendly family fabulous
A colorful surrounding gorgeous
A nuclear family of Indore
Cantonment area being abode
Hailing from a hamlet humble
The head is joyous and jovial
Commerce was domain dear
Better half being a professor
The daughter is aspirant IAS
I verse after a huge hiatus
Philanthropic people poised
Wonderful, wise and kind
I salute to ‘Nehare’s South
As they’re cute and couth..!!
Categories:
couth, angel, appreciation, art,
Form:
Couplet
the flesh and bones in which we live
are chariots we cant forgive
vessels filled with hated truth
a driving lie to keep us couth
with every drop and every drink
the apple drops and we do sink
the hook it draws and drags and drops
and birds like new winds build a nest
and rest
and insects rage within their cages
people cry and make mistakes again
and then
a new wind blows
and will again
and chariots are gone
Categories:
couth, death, life,
Form:
ABC
I see trouble on the near horizon--
A nation divided just is not couth,
Unfortunately, reason is wizen
Frivolous theories accepted as truth,
Intentionally misguiding our youth
Disgraceful political grandstanding,
Foundation institutions crash-landing
News media is shaping opinions,
Honestly, journalism notwithstanding
Common folks now political minions.
written August 13, 2021
Categories:
couth, how i feel, perspective, political,
Form:
Dizain
On “The Wind in the Willows”
Four fine fellows
the badger, the toad, the mole and the rat
under the weeping willows
in confusion sat
you could see they were wise
wealthy, cultured and couth
together they wrangled their minds with the truth
their fear, awe, nostalgia, “Oh Boy” ,“Oh Boy”
when they solved the problem, “Ode to Joy," Ode to Joy”
togetherness blended to softness and ease
so, they sailed downstream on the Thames Valley breeze.
7/25/18
Categories:
couth, animal, art, books,
Form:
Free verse
Let me sneeze
if you please
on some pleas
(from their knees)
"Stop the cheese"
Akin to fleas
rampant in leas
annoying as bees
or losing keys
they - a disease
Strive to seize
with their commentaries
and narcissistic decrees
aimed to appease
ego sized trees
May have degrees
but no boundaries
one really needs
couth for these
novices writing poetries
One should freeze
before spreading fallacies
full of hypocricies
spewing out idiocracies
wheezing only sleaze
Categories:
couth, culture, people,
Form:
Monorhyme