Short Hollar Poems

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


Jump Hollar Scream

as you walk
to self you talk
mabe at night
there's no street light
and your bump
and its not a dream
ITS HOLLAWEEN
JUMP HOLLAR
SCREAM


There Once Was An Old Man Named Benny

There once was an 
old man named 
Benny.
Who never in life 
saw a penny.
When once saw him 
dollar,
he fainted in a hollar.
O poorest! the old 
man named Benny.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member 5 Cent 25 Four Quarters and a Dollar Hollar Recession-

If a nickel's worth a quarter and a quarter a fourth of a buck I have a dollar do I have any luck, did I mention man made recession~

10/17/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Waller For Dollar and Had To Hollar

Waller for Dollar and Had To Holler

In mud seems like we would waller,
Deeply while we searched for dollar;
Our house poor;
His does adore;
There we saw Trump who is a staller.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Brokenness

People out here in this World are agonized, wounded for more reasons than anyone may decipher.
Where’s the compassion? For another human being. It’s so much going on in the world, it makes one want to hollar. Somebody please tell me what’s going on in the world.
Form: Bio


the war of the count

screaming fryish in their
lyvish friars
oob noobschbu
your gandersalps! and nighfry
the gallant swurpenchraft
whoop hollar
victories of count oopenweir
and his lustful countehsee
gweniviere
when the jugg headed blastywhines
strode the sacred twimanors aisle
O quarterhorse 
O moonshep
the clipshank whitebootz upon us!
on naught in vain do we ever
for old twumpvines ner'
done stomped

A Natural Lady

I like hamburgs and hotdogs.
I even like a brat.
At cookouts it don't matter...
Just cook up what you've got.

I don't mind getting dirty.
My shoes won't stay on long.
Don't let me see you cover your ears
while I sing my favorite song.

I like to fish with live bait.
I just prefer the worms.
You'll never hear me hollar
when it wriggles and it squirms.

I'm just a natural lady.
I live with mother earth.
My family says I'm normal...
for what their opinion's worth!
© Mary Nagy  Create an image from this poem.
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