Short Heckling Poems
Short Heckling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Heckling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Heckling by length and keyword.
Skinny Claus, padded coat, he-he!
Know-it-all kids pull his goatee,
heckling, “Where’d your beard go? pray tell."
“Same place as my toy bag. -- Oh well!”
December 22, 2020
contest: Christmas Chastushka
sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
heckling, 11th grade, children, christmas,
Form:
Chastushka
Scarecrow’s tattered clothes
Clever birds are never fooled
Sit defiantly
Arms of hay hold heckling birds
Eating the last grains of corn
Nature’s curtain falls
Vibrant leaves make no encore
Tumble to damp soil
Yellows and reds turn to brown
Trees’ skeletal limbs shudder
Fall’s first kiss of frost
Invades farmer’s pumpkin patch
Hardy fruit withstands
Trick-or-treaters carve faces
Jack-o-lanterns light doorsteps
Categories:
heckling, seasons
Form:
Tanka
everywhere I try to walk
The cement is dirty
With the most outrageous talk
Slang here
F YOU's there
Mothers on the street
Obscenities everywhere
The thrill is lude
Trying hard to be rude
I am a Hyprocrite nitwit
it's so easy to conclude
The Cross around me
But my mouth needs some soap
Heckling and swearing
How can my ideology hope to cope
My own word
a cursory absurd
when will I sleep
and people stop calling me a nerd
Categories:
heckling, on writing and words,
Form:
I do not know?
The ground gaped garishly, gored with ghastly gouges of glowing, gravelly gobs ...
Finally unfettered from a frigid firmament, flames flung fiery, flaring fingers
ferociously forward ...
The blazing bastions bent on burning the backwood bluffs bare with bitter brutality ...
Unholy hoards of heated horror hailing the heavens with heinous, heckling howls of
hellish hostility.
Categories:
heckling, fire, hero, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
They cry through open caves,
plunge behind last raised wing.
What crashes into them
is the oceans voice beheaded.
They rollick on the verge
of a rise and fall.
Indoor cats stare out of windows
as heckling seabirds tumble and dive
for shadows of sleek iridescence.
Those hunched upon the land
hear a kraken call
made small,
a throaty ravening,
couched within the seas rolling tongue,
where the free freely hunt
the already captive,
the almost caught.
Categories:
heckling, poetry,
Form:
Free verse