Short Crammed Poems
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human contrast !
Throughout the life journey,
many share crumbs,
few are crammed of bread ...
Mangiferin crammed,
Magnificent fruit king...
Mingled with vitamins,
Minerals and fibers
Makes marvelous milkshakes...
Maintains mental health by
Marring malefic moods...
life has been renewed
eggs and the fluffy chickens ~
crammed with happiness
We are boxes of matches,
Some crammed with chances,
Some rattle th last few,
Some too chafed to spark a new flame,
Some crumbled with th rain,
My last matchstick,
I want to strike it for you.
SMART ALECK
Smugly
Ugly
CRAZY MINION
Wacky
Lackey
CRAMMED BRIEFCASE
Obese
Valise
GOOD FRIEND
Lover
Cover
BAR-HOPPING
Beaver
Fever
written September 4, 2021
The Naked Truth – Sequel From Another Sequel
he strutted around like a brute
crammed in a too tight bathing suit
but on its release
It weren’t no smooth peach
just a wrinkled piece of old fruit
©John G. Lawless
4/1/2017
With Christmas done and dusted now that we’re in January
I’m feeling rather portly cos I ate, drank and got merry
With twenty pounds upon my waist and ten pounds on my legs
The last thing that I need is shops crammed full of Easter eggs
Relax, Slow down.
The world isn't going anywhere.
You have time to catch your breath.
So breathe in then out.
Open your mind and let your bad thoughts unclog.
Now you can move on in life without being fully crammed with life's hardships.
Form:
The silvery fog called to me
Come sit enjoy leisure
You've worked hard, its time for joy
Create poetry caricature
He was squat and fat funny man
Bald, round, loved cups of dram
He'd laugh and joke kid many folks
True feelings inside crammed
The food tasted so very yummy
He crammed it all in his tummy
Soon he wanted to poo
But there was no loo
Had it before found a toilet crummy
Feb.16.2022
A New Bawdy or Humorous Limerick
Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
Zygote ideas crowd cobwebbed thoughts.
Foetal creations evolving...
Yearning for life.
Crammed in empty wombs
Contracted by phantom possibilities
Gatekeepers to life
Aborted hopes and dreams
Fear laced life blood...
trickles away with the sands of time...
Again.
Pourquoi?
Much have been left unsaid.
Why can men be the most
miserable
ignorant
unattractive
creatures to live?
To seek approval, and
feed themselves money.
Brain crammed and jammed and packed
inside a hollow slot.
How [...] live(s) in a second-hand framework.
[...]self.
Do words live in my fingers
Making escape from the mind
Or might they be under keys
If they do live in the keys
Can I touch with my fingers
I hope they will never mind
But they sit within my mind
Not crammed inside the keys
Residing underneath fingers
Fingers put my mind to keys
Form:
“Be still for Chrisake!
The head is crowning.
Now be still, damn you!”
These women are the damned
Crammed into slab huts
At the edge of Hell.
Condemned as sluts,
Their bellies swell
With hunger
Or some bastard’s bastard brats.
"Be still, please God!
Let the brat be still!"
KILLING JAR
you promised to kill…
this morning a
dark head pacing
sidewinding
slimy sublime
narcissi
the blood read:
trespassers will be
persecuted
strangled
pungent veins
entangled
crammed pulp
congealing
filling
killing jar
© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015
Form:
Behind Those Eyes
What’s behind those dark brown eyes?
A scheming mind, a selfish streak
Blaming others, with blatant lies
Words of scorn crammed in cheek
Emptied on a victim when confronted
Defensive beyond any other I’ve known
Dismissive, emphatic, if cover blown.
David Cox 13/09/23
when you read a poem
consider the probability
that what seem to be chopped off phrases
and shreds of dangling sentences
are actually jagged blocks and slabs
of porous prose lumped and crammed
in a page in a manner that's ...
... not entirely
... unintentional.
Crammed between inverted commas
one puts quotes or direct speech,
could be single, could be double
seems a simple task to teach.
Yet some students often mix them.
It’s a skill beyond their reach!
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For Line Gauthier's contest
Six lines of cheerful rhyme
14th April, 2020
Where is the twisted human club?
I did not know, so here’s the rub….
I saw them crammed in a cranny down the street.
Their petootsies were showing, it was not sweet.
Now when people ask I send them there.
But they left years ago, without a care.
I still like giving them a wild goose chase.
Serves them right for asking me at every place.
The man waited for Thanksgiving Day,
To take part in an evening buffet
The food would be inviting
He felt his mouth watering
He stayed so impatient for Thursday
He found the food tasting so yummy
He crammed all he could in his tummy
He wanted to go for poo
But sad, nowhere was a loo
He ran up and down very crummy
Maurice was crammed full of buttock-clenching humors
One day in the month of May he poked Jannie's tumors
'Oh they are real groovy'
'Must taste like anchovy'
"How can you be so sure?' 'they are under my bloomers'.
I am a collector of worthless things
How they pile up I have no inkling
I clean out my junk drawer at two o’clock
It is crammed full of extra things by two fifteen.
Do others have this problem?
What solution have you found?
Would it work for me?
Bear in mind I refuse to throw away anything
And a husband who stuffs all his extra stuff into drawers.
pines
fragrance
the woodland
with their rugged
air is crammed with a pungent aroma
Branches of redwoods arching to the skies
like the cleansed breath
Knotted stems
unspoiled
Grows.
A Tetractys poem is a form of poetry consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20)
Written: January 3, 2022
Grown to Die
By Valerie D. Staton
Beautiful and fragrant is how we’re described
Yet they cut us, as soon, as we arrive
Crammed into vessels with limited space,
To put a smile on another one's face
They place us on tables, watch us decay
Then quickly toss, our fragments away
We sprout, then blossom, within days, we die
That is a cut flower’s cycle of life.
In London
Big Ben told me the time
Seven p.m.
With chains clinking history
A few yards away
With his heavy jaw
Churchill was chewing
Burned out human wisdom
People were crammed into every space
And cameras were flashing and weaving
Like stunned fireflies
The world’s caique appeared in the mist
Old, very old
The captains come and go
But the oarsmen are the same –
Nameless