Short Funky Poems

Short Funky Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Funky by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Funky by length and keyword.


Funky Shoes

HAVE SOME FUN
dnce you sunforgun
go do some more
GET YOUR THE DANCE FLOOR
stump bump
get on the news
PUT ON YOUR 
FUNKY SHOES


Get Down and Funky

you work all week
time to seek
some fun
hard working sungun
needs to tump
and bump
let  it out no doudt
GET DOWN AND FUNKY

That Funky Music Here To Stay

you feeling low
it will show
need to do
this let it out 
no doudt
you got dance 
and play
to 
THAT FUNKY MUSIC
IT HERE TO STAY

Getto Funky Soul Beat

you can't help
but hold your belt
or move your self
its a grove 
make you move
it humpen and funky
it a treat
the  music
GETTO FUNKY SOUL BEAT

Funky Guitar

its makes you dance
and prance
its sing
and ping
to the beat  it gets underneat
no matter who you are
here or far
you listen to sound
you get down
to the 
FUNKY GUITAR


My Music Is Funky

i love to grove
love to move
the music i choose
is the blues
and dancing tools
waks me up
from the sleep stuff
i just love jump and hip bump
funk make me sunky
MY MUSIC IS FUNKY

Premium Member Funky Monkey

Funky Monkey
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There was such a snappy little monkey
 I sold him a banana for paper money
 Then a little lion cub
   grasped onto my sub
I thought it was something kind of funky.


5/24/14-Jessica Thompson
Form:

Funky Monkey

There is a monkey who is very funky. He dances all day long to a long song, and a big wig that can zag and zig. Once he even danced with a big pig with a rig! When the day is over, he goes to bed with a mug on his head. Aunika Alch Age 11

Twistin

Un inodoro incinerador y un generador de agua atmosférica.
The Neutral Position
-------------------------
the independence of self relaince
being able to provide and to
maitain
might we apprecate the knowledge of
gifted folk.
The inventions of these marvelous things.
Form: Ballad

Funky Sweat

Frying chicken. No wings going clickety-clack.
Pants need pulling up. Baking the cornbread.
Sick of looking at that jack. Waiting hours just for a three object meal.
Too late. I was so hungry I'm full just looking at my plate. No pet.
Taking forever frying chicken and dropping funky sweat.
Form:

Nez Agreable

Gonzonji no hakai
sangle, sangle sangle
sutata
toujors sangle
jidai Takumashi make rarerai
kosmou kosmou, kosmou
ypotithetai oti
oti
oti
Itan muskulva
O sitirastou
oti
oti
oti
itan Muskulva
homaka
Ka wa Hou
I myti tis tha thymata
galbannum
Protathlitis
protathliton
onj cha and galbanum
jidai Sutata!
Form: Ballade

Busy

The Bird Water Whistle
Rendition # twenty one
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he don't think people like him
by; Ya'll and Them
__________________________________
She say slurp
I say slurp
we say slurp
then we sing slurp, slurp
slurp
slurp
slurp
slurp
slurp
slurp
slurp, slurp!
slurp!
Slurp!
Slurp!
Slurp
Slurp, slurp
Slurp!
(applaued, Bravo, Bravo!)
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Funky One

My love for her was bursting and made for tv.

She didn't miss a beat

Her heart flat lined as she thought of me.

In my carelessness I  set to hard of a pace.

Her Maker waited until I was distracted.

Thump.. Thump...

Cupid called and the race was won.

Childlike with those bloody teeth.

Tore the artery I shared with you.

Shocked and raced along.

Waiting for the defib to catch.

Thump... Thump.
Form:

Premium Member funky lady

funky lady with her mask in place
showing her fun side without half trying
I smile as she brings colors in
greens, reds, pinks, blues, she is a kaleidoscope

a genius with the superpower of cleansing
the air, and our confused feelings
we gravitate toward her, friends and foe
most want to see what she will do next

there is an aura that captivates us
capturing our imagination
taking us hostage, an immediate affinity
her mask remains in place, she is wisdom and truth

A Funky Poem On My Friend

The lightening thunders,

The fierceful winds,

Blend together & sings…

When the hunk walks all his way,

With the stylish steps & he’s “CHINMAY”…   

Always poses with his ‘Colgate’ smile,

Lifts his collar & says that’s his style… B-)

The roses’ eyes slowly leaks,

When seen his pinky cheeks…  (With jealous  )

He’s a 24×7 chatterbox,

No fullstop for his naughty talks..  

People yell that he’s a big mischeif,

But his heart’s truely a tender leaf…   :D
Form: ABC

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