Short Debunk Poems
Short Debunk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Debunk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Debunk by length and keyword.
Drunk,
in a funk,
a lowly punk,
I shrunk
from a skunk.
It stunk.
Away I slunk.
I too stunk...
I thunk.
I took a dunk
and sunk.
A chunk
or hunk
of B.S. or bunk?
Please debunk.
Word generator, don't debunk it,
whatever it throws out,don't junk it,
with some forethought I might
get this Limerick right,
it appears I have- who'd have thunk it?
Word generator produced 'forethought'.
4th February 2016
She was born with wings
Hiking boots and inklings
Urges to run out and explore
She just couldn't ignore
The gnawing curiosity
That grew with ferocity
A tomboy with *****
Uncovering stories to debunk
Wanderlust with a mission
Of the noblest ambition
AP: 2nd place 2025
Will we feel our love when we are dead?
The moon and rocks off to the sky
What are these if not had been lead?
Will our joy and tears perspire forever?
But soon the clock nods to a sigh
Are our children our only endeavor?
The ale is drunk, our fears trunked
As we stalk to noon, But why?
Alas debunk, our fears confront
Soft comes a lullaby
Form:
Who knew old bossy
crooned on the streets of Anatevka?
She fiddled around as a marine;
and a matchmaker on Broadway.
This Golden Girl, Auntie Mame,
Bea Arthur, served her country
then lent her husky voice to debunk
Archie, putting him in his place.
This Archibald served in the Big One
fictitiously, but wow, the one
who’d jump into Maude’s skin
was a World War II Marine.
1/17/2023
There’s a not-so-fine line
Between antiques and junk.
Some objects of “value”
A pro may debunk.
While others, so old
They are covered in rust,
Seem worthless, so passing
Them over’s a must.
Still, it can be fun
Checking out all the wares
At various flea markets,
Shops, booths and fairs.
It takes a keen eye
To uncover some treasure,
But poking around
Brings a “Look at this!” pleasure.
Funk bedunk me sterile mind
A kind not built for corporate wild
Style not fitting compromise
Wrecked the dreamer full beguiled
Pickled mind no way returned
Worked away the essence burned
Told the lies to keep the path
Exposed the truth the lying math
Then you see your brother die
Still in bondage to the chase
Maxims never justify
Growing old and losing face
Fred Jagenberg – July 14, 2019
Other terrorists have overtaken,
invaded and captured,
have consolidated, merged
and dispersed.
It's a mess.
Splinter groups
have assailed the other's,
infiltrated, established pockets of
of doubt and confusion.
Conspiracy theorists
claim that we ourselves
are those other terrorists.
Other's counterattack
with long lists of demands
hoping to debunk and distract
from that kind of
terror talk.
However flash need a dash of humility
Whenever rash need a splash of civility
If ever brash need panache & nobility
However much ability can be a liability
Forever a proclivity for mental fragility
Senility forget the limits of their capability
When you flunk debunk the junk of hostility
Abash at that dash and lash was just trash
To really become cricketing divinity for infinity
If you blow make a hash of it show a bit of humility
Human culture’s based on lies
So is the civilization
But I eat those homemade pies
One’s debunk and lamentations
I don’t need as well as others
Poor solaces, well spoken
Anyway I’m not their brother
Fine that brotherhood is broken
We’re supposed to take what’s real
But I don’t feel that I must
To discern my little deal
Try a magnifying glass
But I doubt if it’s worth
Any effort, so it’s clear
We are guests upon this earth
And the host is nowhere near.