Short Groaned Poems
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Despair weaving up my spine,
engorging within body, mine.
And though I twitched and groaned today,
that feeling did not go away.
Goliath stood up straight and tall
But David knew that he would fall
Goliath was stoned
And everyone groaned
His shoelace tripped him after all!
Buffalo Bill
Stood in the rain and caught a chill
Was very ill and in some pain
He moaned and groaned…"This is a calamity, Jane!!"
In a bunker having his way
When a golf ball took his breath away
Got struck on the head
Minnie groaned and said
Mick is this what they call fore play
Penned April 5 2013
In school, Maxwell never paid attention
Got punished with maximum detention --
They seized his smartphone
Maxwell moaned and groaned --
But, Wow! ~ Did it improve his retention!
Darling, my love for you will never die--
Just then, two shots rang out
She heard him cry
O! she groaned. Please don't go yet
He smiled, then went ~ but won the bet
Santa Claus was trimming his tree
when his cat shrieked like a banshee
Freaked, Santa fell from the ladder
and groaned, "I emptied my bladder."
12/20/2020
Christmas Chastushka
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
There once was an off-key raccoon
Joined a feat and barked out of tune,
Since he groaned aloud
The pissed judges cowed
As he won to shut off this loon!
Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Jan Allison
12/26/2015
I got out of bed
I wore my fuzzy gown
Because I sleep naked
Walked to the door
Opened the door for them
Groaned at them
I shuffled back to my room
Closed my bedroom door
Removed my gown
Got back in bed
And continued...
Musty
Creepy
Dark hallways
My silent room
The moans groaned louder...
Louder...
Louder...
With every tick of the clock
Frustrated
And anxious
I paced around
Impulses crept up slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Until I called her up
Gorrup.
Gorrowta bed
Gorridda yester's scouse
Grabbed me mornin cuppa
Gorron the bloody net
Groaned ter see that nobody
Gorroff on readin' me
Gowawn sed I
Gowin ter chair
Growlin' in me belly
Gropin' for the flicker
Gawkin' at the telly
Contrary Mary
There once was a boat named “Mary”
She towed many a barge as a ferry.
One day she was mad.
She groaned; she was bad.
And that's why the folks call her, "Contrary.”
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 7, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
I travelled hours, hours and hours.
The rusty ornate gate groaned,
a path hued green moaned to me,
as the trees whispered and wept.
Then, I stood at that cold grave,
of my loved ones deep engraved.
After . . . I let my grief weep !
The teacher said, ‘Back in five minutes,’ before leaving the room
His students groaned, ‘half an hour’ meant ‘soon’
The time crawled by, the class dwindled to one
‘Still here?’ teacher asked ~ ‘Next class hasn’t begun’
THE SMELL OF LOVE
In instant love with this handsome man she fell
On romantic date this she wanted to tell
He came floating in flair
Sat so close on the chair
His socks smelled fetid fish, she groaned, what the hell.
August 29, 2018
Around 10 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
Around six in the evening
Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,” it said.
TODDLER’S TEATIME
Buttered bread spread with juicy jam
Brings back memories of toddler’s teas,
Little lives so simple then,
When we were still young and fancy free.
Tried telling today’s tots;
Gave plum preserve on fresh baked bread.
Grandkids groaned. Want McDonalds Mac!
It was a love or hate her ,state of affairs!
Other's praised her works,but some groaned
over her controversial policies!
As it was,the funeral inspired many scoffers,
if few sympathetic mourners!
But,where I come from we do not despise the dead!
Whether they led a good or bad life story!
chipepo lwele
Untitled (2008)
In the depth of night I crept
and slowly witnessed a being glowing
bilious to ponder
and sat
sat down on the bed
of which i had crawled out of already
i looked up
bright - ah - bright
crackling in my heart
and it groaned
and waved
i waved
all in the depth of night
She pumped the air and whooped,
'The holidays are through!'
She danced a jig, she spun,
and did a moonie too.
The grinning mother yelled,
'They're back to school again!'
But then her laughter died,
she groaned in awful pain
and mopped her furrowed brow,
for she's a teacher now...
written 20th August for Francine's Back to School contest
At first sight in love with this man she fell,
on the first date she’d be out of her shell.
He came floating with a rose,
sat beside her very close.
Fish smell of his socks struck, she groaned, ‘it’s hell’.
_______________
November 5, 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : A Funny Limerick-Make Me Laugh
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
From boat's mass thrown up
Wings fondling light and wonder
The fish shudders awe
I caught in splendour
Net my eyes in white of wings
And sea frightened thawed
So water rippled
The sea in sunshine trembling
Against departure
They turned, flashed in dive
The sun made coronet bright
On feathers waving
True there was a cry
In self praise for pain un-groaned
Just for Leda's sake.
… it pours.
The orange horizon embraced the sun tenderly
The wind groaned in disgust
Dashing into the swaying forest to put-up for the night
Puffing clouds chased each other up the sky
Screaming and flashing cruel rapiers
Piercing the sky heartlessly in their rant
All of a sudden
The sky wept
Tears of anger,
Vented for ages
And nothing was the same again that has been
created.
Being pre-menopausal
last night
when I woke up
at three-twenty-four
and picked his book
off the floor
moaned and groaned
and gnashed my teeth
and bit my lip
and said, good grief
are we suppose
to read this junk
Have you ever
heard the word
brief or fun
or light or airy
And laid the book
back on the floor
and shut the light
and said, no more
I'd rather be asleep
Form:
The minute it touched my mouth,
I groaned in ecstasy.
Still warm from the oven,
delicate, sublime flavor,
ethereal tongue talk.
For the first time
I fully understood the term,
melt in your mouth.
I told her. I said, "Mattie,
it's ambrosia from heaven."
Every potluck dinner at church,
she brought it.
I never forgot her kindness,
or the wonderful taste
of Mattie Johnson's Chess pie.