Short Fing Poems
Short Fing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fing by length and keyword.
Computer Rejects Me
first name-cosmo
last name.-
religion.-
country -
sex.. often
the computer rejected me
for not filling Fing
properly
im jobless...
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Categories:
fing, allegory,
Form:
I do not know?
Tongue Twister
ding-a-ling bump bee bow wow boo
thing-a-jing jump me how cow coo
wring-a-fing grump free frow how who
string-a-ming rump she pow wow foo...
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Categories:
fing, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Rhyme
Day At the Beach
we lay in the sand
listen to the band
and held hands
sing
and had a fing
on the make stand
now i can teach
it was a great for heavensake
DAY AT THE BEACH...
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Categories:
fing, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
Confusing
its confusing....
its confsing to be here.
its confusing o be there
its hard to fing love.
its hard to find that specil dove.
why am i confused?
why do i need to choose?...
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Categories:
fing, depression
Form:
I do not know?
Carry That Weight
Experiment Xour generation
eaten allsorts of fing food
try thisits nice,
medecines too
nothinggood forhim
alays ill
like lab ratswe are
eachinour rooms
on our inspirationdevices
what is the point of life
being experimented onby aliens obviouslyjohn
beibg experimented on by aliens obviously john....
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Categories:
fing, abuse,
Form:
Bio
Twang Toot Fing Foo
Twang toot Fing Foo
Jingle jingle rattle boo
Tiger Tiger splash, squish
Skycrapper’s crashing swish
Wretched retches snorting snuck
Timtimbuctoo’s belching buck
Whoosh whoosh Winnie Treetree murmur
Croaking frogie's hiss hiss charmer
Punipuni giggles growling grunt
Oink oink words' trilling witchhunt...
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Categories:
fing, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Rhyme
A Sense For Sin
Hear the thunder within your ears,
Crashing down upon your fears,
See the footsteps from their meeting,
Behind it all, we are secretly bleeding,
Smell the blood upon the air,
Signaling murder without a flare,
Taste the embers upon your tongue,
Our weapons become obsolete, dull, and blunt,
Feel me tremble from your cold touch,
Sense the sorrow, fing the joy, although there isn't much.
~Ed Owens...
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Categories:
fing, depression
Form:
I do not know?