Short Huffing Poems
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Running, breathing, jumping, dodging,
Chasing, huffing, sprinting, spitting,
Quckly thinking, turning, beating,
Running hard, getting tired.
Form:
Yummy
Mummy
Chubby
Hubby
Jumping
Pumping
Moaning
Groaning
Huffing
Puffing
******
Sarcasm
Wants more
Loud snore
lioness beds down -
in scorched field rattail grasses -
endlessly panting
No judging, just loving
No hurting, just living
No budgeting, just pricing
No nudging, just longing
No huffing, just climbing
No shifting, just lounging
No action, just waiting
Huffing and panting she ran down the path.
She had to get there before it was too late.
She had to stop him from doing it.
she ran but wasn't fast enough.
He was gone.
and she was alone again.
Happiness holds a historical record for having a heavenly holiday
Her husband’s husky half adds hardy hilarity huffs to her hoorays
Handy huffing hints of horribly honorable hearty humor handling Halifax
Sparks alit
Fire burning
A stick, a cig
Accumulating
Smoke drifting
Ashes fleeting
Darting, floating
But never ceasing
Huffing puffing
Non-stop haling
Polluting, blighting
My lungs are dying
eerie shadows loomed
cackling witch on her broom zoomed...
huffing, puffing, doomed
10/29/2018
Poetry Contest: Three Lines - Writing Challenge - October 2018
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
The trio of porcine creatures, various dwellings did construct,
One straw, one stick...and one securely glued with brick.
A foul mouthed canine villain, chose their lives to disrupt,
One puff, one blow...but the last made him ever so sick.
As Chubs Run
Chubs run like marathon winners
Laden with potato sacks
Heavy legs, aching backs
Rolls of fatty flapping
Slap Slap slapping
Huffing to get thinner
***Susan Burch***
*Won 7th place in "Anagrammatically Speaking" contest
my grand niece
and i made a
tent for the
three
little pigs to live
in then we
became
wolves
huffing and puffing
but nothing
would
give
so we changed
the ending so
all were
happy
ever after laughing
that we turned
ourselves in
to big good
wolves
Form:
~*~
==========================
sultry aestival zephyr's puffing
as elated lilt's playing - I'm huffing
abdominal heftiness
yeah! it exploded! SUCCESS!
OOOPS!!! earphones plugged in ears . . . they're laughing.
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Every body in hall was surprised why she was rushing
to the table to grab the glass of water while huffing,
gulping down quickly to quench thrust,
asking for more, they were nonplussed;
Gulping quickly known as Xertz; its unusual but gushing.
~X~X~X~
A little boy with a great big grin,
Loved to watch the train come in.
To see it travel on the track,
Up a steep hill and then come back.
He watched it struggle, at first in vain,
Huffing and puffing to bear the strain.
Up and over, the little train ran,
Saying proudly, “I think I can!”
A dream has come to life
With defiance
to the compelling world
Strutting into plain and places
stalking courage and resolve
Befriending friends and foes
Defeating fiends then men
Huffing while toppling the night
romancing faith
just to oust fate
aligning the sun
to set tomorrow
and always
The house still sleeps,
Coughs, rustles, creaks
scuttle under my closed door.
The truck grumbles into the alley.
It used to be a barmaid
trashing bottles near
the house where I grew up
making pops and clinks.
Now it's trucks collecting bins,
dumping glass in their broad bellies
huffing away down the alley.
Street
pulsates
under sky
scrapers, listen
To the city breathe
blowing, huffing, puffing
hurry, push, eyes blankly stare
SCREAMS echoing in the alley
go ignored in the sidewalk shuffle
stench of urine, decay and APATHY
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012
First place in Suit Yourself contest max 16 (Brian Strand)
not paying attention
not caring a damn
now he's in detention
in Spokanistan
by just doing nothing
he went way too far
out huffing and a puffing
on a faraway star
it's a manner of thinking
that he did do
he flew away drinking
a forgetful brew
he forgot all his money
in the trash can
he left his kissin honey
in Spokanistan
This Thanksgiving I’ll nibble jerky
Cos somebody just named my turkey
The snow’s crisp and even
I can’t feast on Stephen
And mulled wine has made things look murky
The turkey ran huffing and puffing
And now I can’t locate my stuffing
That feathery sinner
Has gobbled my dinner
And so I’m thanks-giving for nothing
And she laughs away, huffing snowstorm
across icy clouds, then leaving me surprised
in a furnace of heat: though I am annoyed
by her impulsive moods-- rainy, sun- kissed , volcanic--
my exasperation has no force against
this woman’s elemental power.
Pithy Pants 2 Contest of Maureen Mc Greavy
2/15/2019
Monday morning all is blue,
Heaving oneself out of bed in a hullabaloo,
Dark outside as Halloween sets in,
Slugs attacking the teeth of our pumpkin,
Son demanding I arrange his cards for a magic trick,
Daughter huffing, expecting her breakfast to appear real quick,
I want to shut the door and hide away,
Under my inviting warm duvet.
Memories
I remember the coal fire
Crackling and flickering
Toasting bread as well as feet
I remember the steam Train
Huffing and puffing
Steam and smoke engulfing us all
I remember music, the Mersey beat
Beatles and The yellow submarine
Hipsters and Bell-bottoms
I remember it all
Memories of Music
Memories of fun
Memories of Life now long gone
I do what I do
And I do it well
no funny stuff
so dont try and tell
I mean I live my life
no matter what people say
cause im gonna live my life reguardless every single day
but back to the fun stuff
I dont feel like mad
nor sluggish nor glum
not even glad
im on defaut mode
dont feel like feeling nothing
im just glaring into outer space
huffing and puffing
Form:
A thin faded smile
Settled on the face
Adjusting just to await fate
Crumpled within
Hacked in between
Burdened inward
Humbled by fate
Yet all tinted up
Crested with that defiant smile
Gentling gulping down fate
Bemoaning the fiery flames
Razing with rage
A once serene mind
Now huffing smoking sighs
All with a straight face
While Tinkling with the plain minded
I am a lion the bull dog bragged to a friend.
The friend kept his chuckles until the very end.
Thinking he looked ridiculous, because he did.
A lion! Laughed his friend, a cat named Sid.
I will sneak through the jungle the bull dog said.
He was huffing and puffing now, his round face red.
Sid the cat was sneaking up ready to scare him.
Oh my gosh! Yelled the brave lion named Jim.