Short Half Wit Poems
Short Half Wit Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Half Wit by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Half Wit by length and keyword.
beware of the triple curse, aflame,
green fire burns out a name,
on a tombstone sombre lit,
beware of ol Tom Tit,
a legendary name...
half wit...
insane...
a bit...
so lame ......
re Russell Siveys "Where Skeletons Lay"
Don
Categories:
half wit, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Sorry Art Of War
Somebody Said Tolstoy
Discovered The Meaning Of Life
That Can't Be Right.
Well, I Assume He Revealed
What He Discovered.
Half-Wit. Asssssumed.
I'm Afraid To Look.
I Thought I Had...
And It's Probably
Not It.
Of Course.
Sorry.
Jerk.
Who?
-Gray Squirrel
05-11-2025
Categories:
half wit, life,
Form:
Free verse
Life is slipping away with each clock tick,
no slowing down until pendulum will stop.
It’s relentless counting seems double quick,
until at last it’s become my time to drop.
Today has arrived finding me downcast,
and groping for words like some half-wit.
My happier times all snooze in my past,
but today will be what I choose to make it.
Categories:
half wit, age, life, time,
Form:
Lyric
Br'er Rabbit me
still tries to best Tar Baby
still gets caught up
in the emotional mess
as an ego-maniacal half-wit
when the best approach
is to not approach,
as if staying out reach
and staying out of touch
were one-in-the same
as running like hell
in another direction.
But as a gluttonous masochist
two, maybe three, times each year
I'll stand within reach
and swing away. No.
That is not letting go.
Categories:
half wit, confusion, depression, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
I saw a one way ticket
A trolley full of lauggage
Checking in an apartment, not a hotel
This visitor is here to stay
I saw a sale agreement
Not a stay receipt
I saw a full smile
Not a half-wit grin
Embraced with both hands
A bed in well made
I see no plan for departure
This visitor looks quite settled
AI is here to stay
AI is here for good
To live side by side with our knowledge
Always willing to help.
Categories:
half wit, 12th grade, adventure, veterans day,
Form:
Free verse
Apprehension a nasty culprit
Putters outside my window, that mud pit
Pulls, tugs, draws inward
Rushing towards scarred vineyard
Emotions fresh, newly healed over
Hoping to not once again spillover
Every time my being is hit
Nudged to stir emotions by some half-wit
Somehow, they stick in the knife and turn
Impale the tender taciturn
Opening the door to boiling emotions
Notions leave, fill me with Holy Spirit's devotions
Categories:
half wit, anger, character, introspection,
Form:
Acrostic
There’s no hope for humanity
A half-wit would think otherwise.
Collective Christianity
With its many brethren allies
Have failed its purpose for Christ’s sake!
With their arsenal of prayer beads,
Missals and psalms- they are opaque
Tools employed that never succeeds
In changing the nature of Man:
He is still greedy and hostile
Unchanged since first set foot on land
They’re members of this rank and file:
A congregate hypocrisy
Only the enlightened can see.
Categories:
half wit, introspection, religionprayer,
Form:
Rhyme
I completely trust Bob
On every tricky job,
For all that he knows,
The way his thought flows;
For his wisdom that grows.
Up Bob’s idea would bob,
From cynics snatching the power to rob…
Bob never was all his life, a half wit,
Even, The Best of The Really Fit,
Who could like a gas light
Keep a firm firmly bright
To all its corner lending a white!
So, please, do not him,
As advised by Lord Kim,
Cast into a Joseph’s pit;
Or our gains are already split!
Categories:
half wit, appreciation, beauty, celebration, change, character, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Contract hey
Santas on the thunderbox,
Contract given to George Knox,
He bid 20cents a tin ,
To bring the crappy nightsoil in.
Crumbob poo had made his bid,
He only had 14 kids,
25 cents a tin was it,
undercut by another half wit,
Great farting in your underjocks,
when Tarring the tins for the thunderbox
Moral of this story crude,
Contracts won by the lower dude,
How to force the wages down,
Come in sucker it’s your frown
The system has you screwed…
Don Johnson
Categories:
half wit, adventure,
Form:
Ballad