Short Genie Poems

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


Premium Member Genie In a Bottle

Floating in the sea
                         a genie needs to be free
                          Three rubs and I'm fine
Form: Senryu


Herd It B4

A genie was rubbed the wrong way
And sulked in a bottle all day
When its Master drank
It pulled a sly prank
And hid the way to San Jose
Form: Limerick

I Dream of Genie

i found
you buried
in the beach's

sand
and hoping
to be granted one

wish
i rubbed
your belly but

instead
you let
out a

burp
Form:

Genie Sis

The Devil still plumbs the abysses
But girls know his serpent just hisses
If you really care
Let Eve tell you where
She pisses she misses French kisses!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Sorry Genie

Sorry Genie

The Reason
You think
Nothing's Perfect...

Is because you 
Imagine 
You're in 
Charge.

No.

You don't
Get 
Your wish.

-Gray Squirrel

04-05-2024


Premium Member My Charming Wee Genie

Ladies parade around in their skimpy bikinis Looking for rich dudes driving Lamborghinis I'm not rich but possess Big biceps and chest And more important is my charming wee genie
fun
Form: Limerick

If I Found a Bottle

If I found a bottle
with a Genie locked inside
I'd rub and rub and rub
for that magic carpet ride

then he would grant me
wishes I get three
I'd make my first two wishes
and the third I'd set him free.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Charming Wee Genie

Ladies parade around in their skimpy bikinis Looking for rich dudes in Lamborghinis I'm not rich but possess Big biceps and chest And more important is my charming wee genie © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member My Charming Wee Genie

Ladies parade around in their skimpy bikinis Looking for rich dudes driving Lamborghinis I'm not rich but possess Big biceps and chest And more important is my excitable wee genie © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Genie Lamp

An
Old
Genie
Was waiting 
To be free from the
Bottle that traps him as a slave
Until the day a mariner rubdowned aged lamp
Liberating a force that prisonered the sailor inside the lamp for centuries









3-23-2016
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member don't rub me like uh genie

.
                                          unless 
                                    yuh           wish
                                         wuhnuh
                                        'fore dinner

                                               ,)>
Form: Imagism

Dear Poet, and a Genie Bottle

Dear Poet; knock,knock.
Who's There? Dr. Poet:
Dr. Poet Who???

Poetic Of Manthology,
I Grant You Three Wishes
Of Self-Indulgment.

ONE:) GOD

TWO:) You And Me:

And THREE:)  A New Pen!

It's Truly Self-Explanitory
Don't You Think.....


                     :)
Form: Ballad

Genie and Aladdin

Genie 
Said to Aladdin, 'Ask for anything you need'
Didn’t tell him not to be greedy
But implied nothing comes freely 

Aladdin
Didn’t take the subtle hint
And asked for what he wants 
Every minute since, his wants haunt 

12 September 2021
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
© Shreya Ln  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Canada's Own Genie

We’re proud of our own
They call her Jeanne Becker
Her name is pronounced Genie
And indeed she’s a ball of energy
Not sure if she sleeps in a bottle
But she is forever radiant
With the brightest smile to tantalize
Canada’s hottest fashion queen
The one we all love and admire
As seen on TV



AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Form: Ode

Groovy Boy My Smiley Genie

Somewhere once upon a time
In a place where there was no sunshine
and moonlight
Where there was no day and night
In a time when we were in between sleepiness
and awareness
Some friends of mine who had rode the wave of whirlwind
Walked along a fragrant alley
And crossed the border of sensuous curtain
Came and saw just to say ‘Hi’ to me.

Premium Member Dream Series: Space Genie

I'd been speed-watching all past Star Trek series. So of course this week I dreamed I was visited by Q of the Q Continuum and he would grant me one wish. In my waking world I'm sure I'd've asked for something greedy if not for something sappy like peace between all people. But in my dream, without missing a beat, I wished Molly Ivins was still alive.

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