Short Fags Poems
Short Fags Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fags by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fags by length and keyword.
There once was a girl called Marie
She worked at One Stop for free
She would pack up your bags
Sell u some fags
Yet her gob was as loud as can be!
Categories:
fags, analogy, hilarious, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
There was an old stripper called Jacky,
who's act was deemed rather tacky.
But she got her comeuppance
when, out of her tuppence,
fell six pipes, fifty fags and some baccy.
Categories:
fags, humorous, rude,
Form:
Limerick
The flaming pyre
And tortured screams;
Regrets and curses
And broken dreams.
The piles of gold,
With fags* and booze;
The lust and orgies:
So much to choose…
*cigarettes
For PD’s To Hell and Back contest
Categories:
fags, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Once there was a man called Kingston lovemad
to get things his way executes a strategy. no mad!
fags chain, bangs table, wall
and what not! Shouts all,
bloody this “mad man strategy” often yields. Love mad!
Categories:
fags, humor, , cute,
Form:
Limerick
Sittting at a bus stop, noticed a guy rummaging
through the odds and ends of unfinished fags atop the bin
Stood up and offered half of my fags to him
Not because his need was greater
but because our needs should be the same
Categories:
fags, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
How strange it is, I think, that message brought
should bring no thing but strife and ignorance.
When Christ did speak, he spoke of love and peace,
but now, his words, among the masses, twist
and turn to "God hates fags" and loveless thoughts.
Categories:
fags, sad
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I'm an addict!
I have been for years.
Dying from it
is one of my fears.
The thing that I mostly hate,
is feeling my health
deteriorate.
The nicotine stains
and ashtray breath,
bring me ever closer
to death.
On my death bed
I'll probably say...
Pass me my fags
and an ashtray.
Categories:
fags, addiction,
Form:
I do not know?
If you are gay it's quite very clear
That sometimes you'll ***** if the same sex is here.
But don't get any fags...they're bad for your health.
Homosexuality has nothing to do with sickness, so go on help yourself!
(play on words gay: happy, *****: weird, fags for the English means cigarettes
let yourself out of the closet! be strong and do not hide)
Categories:
fags, funny, people
Form:
Couplet
Iron lung life isn’t so bad
But I most admit, I’m a little bit mad
All those nights in the bars just a chok’in
To hell with this second hand smok’in
Now, I wish I had enjoyed just a drag
Marlboro, Winston, in England they’re Fags
Not one little puff have I ever tried
But thanks to second hand smoke
My lungs have been fried
Iron lung life isn’t so bad
Maybe I’m cool
It’s the upcoming fad
Categories:
fags, funny,
Form:
Free verse
“You’re a foot fairy” they say to me.
“You’re a band geek” they mock at me.
“You’re a Jesus freak” they bash on me.
What can I do to gain their love?
Hatred toward everything I do!
When will this pass?
High school needs to die.
“Poetry is for fags” they tell me.
“Man whore” they call me.
“Nerd” they laugh at me.
Why do they do this?
Discrimination flowing through their blood.
What will stop them?
High school needs to die.
Categories:
fags, conflict, high school,
Form:
Free verse
Before I begin my muse
Tell me how could you use
The love I always choose
Want me to blow my fuse?
Beauty from my hidden bag
My magic wand loves to tag
Dazes me to walk always lags
Let these humans..? what fags.
Hold still as I slide on your back
In smoothness as perfume track
Breezy, trusses skating as a sack
Blundering fools I hate to smack
Wonder a while you thieving packs
I am that great living elf don’t whack.
Categories:
fags, fantasy, happinessme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Furtive meeting
We sat in the park a packet of fags
a bottle of wine, on the back of a napkin
I wrote her a poem about love.
While struggling to find the right word
I hardly knew her, she fell asleep,
wine of good quality can be strong.
I counted my cigarettes had five left
saw the tempting light of a night bar
left her sleeping, went and had a drink.
Coming back, she had left my poem
written on the clean side of a napkin
was on the ground torn to shreds.
Categories:
fags, anti bullying, business, cinderella, evil,
Form:
Sonnet