Short Crud Poems
Short Crud Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crud by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crud by length and keyword.
Drive nails in the stud
Priming over stains and crud
Floating beds of mud
By Robb A. Kopp
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Categories:
crud, work
Form:
Senryu
Tasty hot chocolate
Marshmallows and sweets
Lots of crud at the bottom.
Dig it out; that’s where the sweetness is, fool!
Categories:
crud, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Immigrantis will poison our blood
Flotillis nonabzorba—a flood
Trumpcissus doth speak
And shall bear this critique
“Thou orate constantinely such crud!”
Categories:
crud, confusion, humor, philosophy,
Form:
Limerick
On Saturday I went shopping
Where someone's fleas were still hopping
I don't wish to give blood
To fleas jumping from crud
Go somewhere else for flea swapping!
Categories:
crud, word play,
Form:
Limerick
once again I put on a mask
to protect others
it is too late for me
I have the creepy crud
lower respiratory infection
weird for I have always had upper before
this is new
Categories:
crud, sick,
Form:
Free verse
My sweet little angel, playing outside in the mud
But wait it hasn't rained... how can there be... oh crud.
11/24/2021
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Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Categories:
crud, funny, kid,
Form:
Couplet
... those who “no”, don’t speak…
... those who don’t “no”... can do anything…
A mechanism persistent
Expose machinations consistent
With hidden truths…
Bits of Data Access the CRUD
Breaking it down into fluid roots
Morphotic frame.works to reboot...
Categories:
crud, adventure
Form:
I do not know?
A dab on the shoulder
A drop for the knee
An oil for your comfort
The pain going free
A magical oil
No doctor to see
How easy for moving
from one place to three
For old people ceasing
from rust in their blood
just a little glob of oil
brings good health from crud.
Categories:
crud, analogy, assonance, health,
Form:
Quatrain
The creepy crud
is out for blood
it takes you while you’re asleep.
The spore from space
is out of place
it makes you non-discreet
You do your best
but have to rest
you wake up with a new brain.
Lobotomied,
Can’t get surprised
wont get angry again.
Apr 13 2010
Categories:
crud, funny
Form:
Light Verse
A vaper does not really care
If anyone can breathe fresh air
With flavoured dung
Dusting a lung
They're happy just to have a spare!
Vaping delights their lungs and blood
Like blowing smoke as thick as mud
Repeated use
Tightens the noose
Until their heart can't beat the crud.
Categories:
crud, for teens, health,
Form:
Limerick
I’m keeping my temper, goshdarnit and crud!
But these f-ing a-holes are boiling my blood!!
I’M TALKING TO YOU, YOU [word censored; too graphic]!!!
(I really don’t like normal rush-hour traffic.)
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Written 21 Dec 2018 for the "Let 'er Rip #2" contest sponsored by John Lawless.
Categories:
crud, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Little Jack Brawner,
Stewed in a corner,
Eattin' some kind of crud all day,
Over came Noodles The Shiv,
Said, "Your food and money you better give!"
Jack yelled, "No Way!!"
He stood up in defiance
And got the merest glance..
As "Noodles" shived him in the gut...
Goes to show you,
That Jack was a friggen' nut.
Categories:
crud, adventure, on writing and words, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
When summer comes I go 4-wheeling in the mud,
So excited to get covered in crud.
Sitting around a big bonfire,
Sharing stories until we tire.
Fishing till' dark,
You can hear the annoying lark.
There's just enough sun,
To have some fun.
And when there's long, long nights,
Everything is all right.
By: C. Thomas
Categories:
crud, summer,
Form:
Couplet
Little Miss Muffet
Sat listening to Jimmy Buffet
While eating some crud that
made her sway...
Along came a spider
A notorious derider
And here's what he had to say
"Hey, Chickee, come visit my web site!"
At that she made her day...
She "clocked" the "mother"
Like no other
Sometimes things just
turn out that way.
Categories:
crud, childhood, funny, parody, satire,
Form:
Burlesque
my fingernails are black
below not above
do I coal mine in my sleep
it’s early morning
what is this stuff?
under every single nail
as if I’d dug myself out of a coffin
my nails could not look much worse
I try to remember my dreams
alas no clues at all
a younger me might have tasted this crud
I have finally learned
Categories:
crud, me,
Form:
Free verse
Negative people manifest their hatred in many ways,
Sometimes, with games that make their subjects
feel as if they have been embeded in crud,
Their games have the ability to diminsh the life force
from unsuspecting individuals, because the hateful games
they play are devised to tear down souls,
leaving them less than whole.
Categories:
crud, introspectiongames,
Form:
Light Verse
Serotinal days, pouring rain eased drought
Some were blessed with right amount, others flood
While some enjoy late summer garden sprout
Some work to throw out piles of rotting crud
Summer rain upon forest fire, drowns out
Summer rain on saturated ground scud
Blessings of showers or torture from storm
We know God yet does miracles perform
Categories:
crud, environment, weather,
Form:
Ottava rima
Look out, beware!
Watch it, take care!
Don't enter that church, dumb bitches,
You'll end up right little bitches,
Depends if you get a dud,
Don't accept such crud,
It's not your accountability,
For so called men's inadequacies,
Make it his problem, not yours,
Weddings can lead to divorce,
So don't go in that church, dumb bitches!
You'll end up right little witches!
Categories:
crud, humor, lost love, wedding,
Form:
Free verse
I feel melancholy today,
for Autumn has turned damp and cool.
And the day wears a veil of grey
as the children head back to school,
trekking through mud
and piles of crud.
It is a wet, depressing day;
a scarecrow stands out like a fool.
And I fear Winter's on its way
as dead leaves fill my empty pool;
falling from trees,
stripped with each breeze.
Categories:
crud, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
This is a tale of a world reborn,
Beautiful ways of life to form,
After global warming,
Comes an Ice Age dawning,
Then an aeon of floods,
To wash away our crud,
Geographic cycles, yes,
We're all in an age, I guess,
Who shall survive,
Of species still alive?
An ancient Planet Earth,
Always reborn, a vast girth,
This is a tale of a world reborn,
And beautiful ways of life to form!!!!
Categories:
crud, appreciation, earth, nature, world,
Form:
Free verse
A rainy hike following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!
A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not many Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.
Tired, wet, and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home.
Categories:
crud, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A rainy hike
following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!
A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird crap adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not even Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.
Tired, wet and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home.
Categories:
crud, poverty,
Form:
Blank verse
Selling the lies, telling no truth.
Dont know the difference between me and you. Manifest the reality, soak up the news, still cant explain the difference between me and you.
From water to blood our souls are mud. Death becomes beauty which clears the crud.
My reality has shown all the unknown but yet still there is room that needs to be grown.
The difference between you and I is the simple fact we dont know when we'll die.
Categories:
crud, death, depression, me,
Form:
I do not know?
These big mother mayflies
spend larval lives in mud
eating detrital crud,
then molt and take to skies
to mate, lay eggs and die
hand on to newer blood.
Freedom's brief days passed
water phase starts anew
next cycle to accrue.
From time's undying past
through eons have they last,
each generation true.
Delectable to trout,
match the hatch or you're out.
Inspired by John Gerrach's Sex, Death and Flyfishing
Categories:
crud, fishing,
Form:
Sonnet
As kids, we were brought to the beach
at riverfront...sea out of reach.
Our sand was like mud;
neath water, silt crud.
I'd wallow with fun, laugh, and screech!
Now grown, to the seashore I go
where sand is as white as the snow.
I don't go out far
beyond the sandbar
for fear of the silt down below!
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Sea Tales Limericks - Old Or New
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Judged: 08/04/2018
Categories:
crud, beach,
Form:
Limerick