Short Dimwit Poems
Short Dimwit Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dimwit by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dimwit by length and keyword.
The Dumb Kid
Why was he wearing
a large pumpkin on his head?
Dimwit or silly?...
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Categories:
dimwit, funny
Form:
Haiku
Dear Death - Mar 5
A dumb deer died in that damn ditch today.
Daring, no doubt, but didn’t dodge the diesel
Doom dashing down the dune. The dimwit did
Duck, but the damage done was a deadly deal.
...
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Categories:
dimwit, death, humor, humorous,
Form:
Alliteration
Heart Has Been Bleeding
Heart Has Been Bleeding
Trump gets in way and is always impeding;
He constantly did want us to be conceding;
We must admit;
A dumb dimwit;
Caused all of our hearts to start bleeding.
Jim Horn...
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Categories:
dimwit, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Limit of a Dimwit
Limit of a Dimwit
Always have wondered about what limit,
That we could place on brain of a dimwit,
For them to perform,
Either rain or storm;
Could not find hat that would properly fit.
Jim Horn...
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Categories:
dimwit, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Unfit
Although I did my bit,I feel more like a misfit;
They said that I was clever,I've lived life like a dimwit.
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)...
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Categories:
dimwit, confusion
Form:
Couplet
B C D Poems
beautiful baby
bounced by beaming big brother
brimming blissfulness
cute companion cat
cleverly calculating
comfortableness
dirty dimwit dog
digging deliriously
destroying daisies
July 25, 2020
for Jenish Somadas' Let The Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
syllables checked by Howmanysyllables.com...
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Categories:
dimwit, animal, baby,
Form:
Alliteration
How To Feel About Your Life...
"How am I supposed to feel
About the things going on?
How am I supposed to feel
About you telling me who to love?
How am I supposed to feel
About the life of mine you control?
How am I supposed to feel
About the lie I live?"
"Well I think you should feel like..."
"SHUT UP! You dimwit those were all rhetorical question's!"...
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Categories:
dimwit, angst, confusion, life, people, teen
Form:
I do not know?
Galapagos Island Ignoramus Oops Iguana
Galapagos Island Ignoramus, (oops) Iguana
or
Seventh Grade Craziness
Written: By Tom Wright
12/12/2003
I didn’t mind being called an ignoramus,
The class was divided; about half thought it was a compliment,
But I knew she was calling me some sort of big lizard.
I was happy that it wasn’t dimwit or blockhead.
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Categories:
dimwit, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Mystic Melody Moaning
dimwit damping desires
punctured passion pulsing
puking, sopped plenary
impregnated zeal gnashing
odd offshoot scolding
cremated cusses cobbling
hewn nosy tracery
strapped self scrunching
jumpy jazz jolting
mystic mist moaning
lusty limbs lurching
felon feigning ally;
perforated pulpy pedigree.
19:11:30:5:00
Note: To all corrupt Police Officers!...
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Categories:
dimwit, corruption,
Form:
Sonnet
Shattered and Batered
Shattered and Battered
New York streets once had clattered;
Now many lives have been shattered;
So mush pain;
Down does rain;
Brains and bodies have been battered.
Jim Horn
Ronald and Donald
First came along Regan first name Ronald;
Followed by dumb, dimwit named Donald;
Cause always lost,
No matter what cost,
Which is why we all have always bawled.
Over 10 again....
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Categories:
dimwit, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
An Angry Poet
White is the color of the pristine page
Awaiting words from an angry poet,
Soon defiled by inexplicable rage
Surely intentional s/he did show it,
Living forever words of this dimwit
Making of the page a blackened abyss
Devoid of kindness, enviable bliss,
Expressing instead the venomous ply
Delivered like traitorous Judas's kiss
On internet page that will never die.
written January 14, 2022...
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Categories:
dimwit, anger, poetry, words,
Form:
Dizain
Coma
Sleet on the turnpike
in the middle of the night
but I keep driving,
both hands on the wheel,
nowhere to pull off,
and a yellow bus
comes over the line
and kisses my truck.
That's all I remember.
Now I'm in bed,
wired to things,
unable to move,
listening to a doctor
telling my wife,
"It's been two weeks,
no improvement."
He asks her nicely
if we should let him go,
the dimwit bastard.
If I could, I'd scream
but I can't even
wiggle my toes.
Donal Mahoney...
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Categories:
dimwit, death,
Form:
Blank verse