Short Gary Poems

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


Premium Member Garrulous Gary

garrulous Gary never pauses for breath
his blabbing with prattling will cause his death
he will hear a murderer sneak
for all Gary does is speak, speak, speak, speak, speak
Form: Rhyme


Let's Pray For Gary Coleman

Gary Coleman is in a coma after hitting his head in a fall.
He needs prayers by all.
Mister Coleman is a very cool guy.
We should pray that he doesn't die.
He did a very good job on Different Strokes.
He's hurt bad but we shouldn't give up hope.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Gary the gnome lights the candles

Gary, our gnome lights all of the candles in this church, the priest said
Go about your business, but this is taken care of, added choirboy Ned.
They agreed that Gary would be upset if anyone else did it for sure.
That gnome sneaked in and gave me a look that said “you are manure”.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poor Gary Ghoul

Poor little Gary Ghoul was flunking class
He was just too nice; he couldn't be crass
   He would try to scream 'boo'
   But could only say 'mew'
Teacher asked: "Want to learn how to pass gas?"





              October 13, 2020
      Syllables: 10 - 10 - 6 - 6 - 10
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Form: Limerick

Premium Member - Happy Birthday Gary -

The first meeting is like sweetness ....

words just melt with magic

It's like enchanting winds

blowing among the trees in the forest

singing in the bay one song

music of ocean waves dance with joy

in the sun's last blush

blowing a trumpet happy birthday

may happiness warmly hold your heart

on this your special day





Poem from Liam McDaid and Anne-Lise Andresen

October 14, 2015


For Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...
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