Short Get Across Poems

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Premium Member Pizza Sauce

If there's one thing I've learned in life:
to spread butter, one must use a knife.
I've one more point to get across:
use a spoon to spread pizza sauce.
Form: Epigram


Premium Member No One Wins

All it is is yelling
To one another loudly
No one is listening
These words don't
      get across
To argue is pointless
No one is right
There is no winner
Just talk it out
Form: Verse

Try To Retry

There is no retry. 
There is not a checkpoint. 
There is one try, to get across your point.
No do-overs, no re-do's.
No starting over, no take-two's.
No retakes.
No sequel.
Leaving mistakes.
Keeping all evil.
© No Name  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Your Word Jesus

YOUR WORD JESUS

 
I will make your WORD,
Oh JESUS, 
A bridge of love for mankind
As 
To get across the river
Of 
Indifference and injustice
Onto 
The land of justice and care 
So
Your sacrifice for us will not
Be in VAIN!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
      03 MAY 2013
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Dead Skunk

It was alive in an earlier episode, but it now lies dead in the road. Nocturnal in habit, the creature is not a rabbit, nor is it a raccoon or a toad. The carcass gives off a putrid smell. Nobody can deny it stinks like hell. When it tried to get across, its effort was a loss. No longer does that dead skunk dwell.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Mess With P D? Then You'Re Messing With Me.

I just want to get across to all of you very clearly,
You Mess With P D And You're Messin With Me,
and I know that P D doesn't need me
to come to the aid of my little poet destroyer P D,
but just so you know...don't ever say I didn't tell you so.
You Mess With P D And You're Messin With Me!
Only I Am Allowed To Annoy My Little Poet Destroyer P D!
Form: Rhyme

Cocaine Apple Sauce

Cocaine
Apple sauce
In my vein
Can't get across
I do it every day
Every night
I can't pay
Now I'm about to fight
I'm trying to get some from the store
I even smoked some off the floor
Chicken fingers and roast beef
Salads and a roasted leaf
Drugs and apples are the best
Because of it I always failed my drug test
Well life is good and life is great
Even if I am over weight
© Sloppy Joe  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Getting the Get

Poem by: Piet Mashele 
                  2sides

Titled : getting the get 

This is the same mindset that has to be on! for a couple of days,
If you in your head its a hustle and it hurts you to wake up with a smile then Sir pony boy the bank will settle your print outs with exactly! what you give out! 

Sigh of relief is to get fired up and down
So that when they clear their throats! they know ,you were only getting the get across.

Names

the truth is in the rhyme
of sticks and stones and
things are said all the time
that bleed us 'cause we let 'em

the truth is, that the truth hurts
yet we suffer too, the lie
spoken words thoughtlessly blurted
mistold, mistaken, or misapplied

so what adage do we use to heal
pride bruised from hurtful taunt
good self-esteem and spirit reveal
a self-worth free from want 

bones to pick, and stones to toss
won't allow regard to get across

© Goode Guy 2012-12-07
© Goode Guy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

The Thoughts of a Bi-Polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.
Form: Rhyme

Crossing That Bridge

When we look into the future,
Lots of question marks abound;
The most important one, of course,
Is if we’ll be around.

Assuming that we will, we might
Commence with making plans;
But sometimes people vacillate,
For looming are the spans…

The bridges – which we cannot cross
Until they’re in our sights.
Preparing things too early
Feeds disaster’s appetites.

And so we wait and hesitate
And maybe take a loss,
‘Cause ‘til we come upon that bridge,
We cannot get across.
Form: Rhyme

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