Short Hong Poems

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


Premium Member Our Dads

An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme Court. Pretty important dad! And mine? "My dad rescued two hookers during a boxer riot in Kowloon."


Premium Member Hong Kong Dong

On an Asian trip, noticed a sore on my gong Doctor Smith said “amputation will be needed before too long” So I saw Doctor Wong “It's the Hong Kong Dong Wait 3 weeks it will fall off and you'll sing a happy song”
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Hong Kong Phooey!

I Need it Nice and Gooey!

I Need your Hot Chop Suey!

I Need the Spice for Woo! Wee!

Spoon Feed my Hong Kong Phooey!


I Strut like Baby Huey!

My Butt might Spice Kablooey!

But Yours looks Nice and Chewy!

Your Butt's for Hong Kong Phooey!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member To the Writer Vo Hong

By Phan Tan Hai

Leaving the quiet countryside for the city,
he remembered the grass wet with night dew,
remembered sunlight on ripened rice fields,
remembered sutra-chanting drifting softly from temples.

He wrote onto paper the soul of ancient towers,
lifting his brush with a sorrowful ink.
Loneliness seemed to gather and settle—
he asked where the true spring source might be found.
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Tai One On

I wasn't long in Hong Kong, before I saw my first tai chi, and it gave me the strangest notion, the exercisers, advancing all in a row, were line dancing in slow motion. They put their left hand in, right hand out, in, out, in, out, waved them all about and, set to soothing, soulful music, the male practitioners suggestively sang, "If you show me your yin, I'll show you my yang."
Form: Rhyme


Restless Happiness of the First

Each time he emerged the best,
Puffed up his hairy chest,
And loudly slapped his breast,
His announced triumph a bantam’s crest,
The next man permitting no rest …
Now in the East, soon storming the West,
The-from-Northern-Hong-Kong,
Dead sure that he is King Kong:
A styling as itinerant guest,
And a triggered-by-victory zest.

But anyone can his title belt wrest,
And cause give him to try a long rest,
Unless one doesn’t as much thirst
For restless happiness of The First.
Form: Rhyme

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