Short Jason Poems

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Jittery Jason

A jittery dude we call
JASON
 Wanted to excel as a
MASON
He laid concrete down
Then spread it around
When dried he had someplace to
PACE ON
Form: Limerick


Ode To Jason

Jostled by the wind
A leaf falls from the tree
Stays for a moment                      
Only to be carried away again                     
Never to return
Form:

Premium Member Jason Platt

Here lies what was left of Jason Platt Who fell into a molten iron ore vat One fatal slip was all it took And no one got a final look.
Written November 13, 2022
Form: Epitaph

A Poem For My Cousin Jason Funeral

thinking back on all the days me and Jason used to play he was never mean and 
never hurtful he was always kind and gentle i still don't know why he desided to 
go away since he did we all kneel and pray that we'll see him again some day.
Form:

Premium Member A Bloody Second Round

If it is red wine 
Jason will dine 
Since it is time 
For the young to have a dirty mind 
Oh brother 
Here comes headless mother 
Looking to kill my lover 
Oh boy am I gonna suffer 
Go to the other 
Cabin and kill another 
While I play a role 
That will make Jason fold
Form: Rhyme


Madusa, Son of Jason

Beauty falls on hallowed halls
Hair of the snake beheaded calls
The Goddess Shield
He knew, She would come
.
Sail on, a Map was given
Sang a Stallion ‘bout gates of heaven
Made us as, the fish in a sea
Madusa named the dates that be
Muse as she is, she could always see
Stone heads are alive, same as you and me.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member Jason

   Strange new neighbor,
   Smoking outside.
   Comes over to talk,
   Pet my dog.
   While I stroll by.
   Said he had never seen me before,
   Walking my dog past his door.
   Seems to watch everyone.
   Wonder if his brain is undone,
   Or maybe just a friendly soul.
   Peering out at a world he beholds.
© Kim Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jason an Unusual Chef

coconut soup and blue vegetable pie
celery sandwiches, cake made of rye
recipes created from a confident guy
cookies sweetened from a frog’s left eye

the menu makes his grandmother want to cry
corn cob scones that make his mother sigh
Jason, a chef, who thinks rules are to defy
conjuring up new edibles in a cauldron; why?
Form: Monorhyme

Lost By Jason Feria 8th Grade

I am unsure of what to do
I'm speechless
I feel so isolated
I am unsure of where to find help

I'm very confused
I have no idea where I went wrong
My life seems monotonous
I can get a little exasperated sometimes

I am hopeful to find someone new
I've been emotional... I guess life moves on
The situation was painful
I am in need of talking to someone new
Form: Narrative

Jason

You stare at me  as  I
comfort the baby.
He's born when the Heaven is rejoicing.
He's perplexed to see his parents
whom he takes as strangers.
Yes ,you are our creation.
An identity of our LOVE.
A ray of hope in adversities.
We call you our JASON.
Your selfless cries
rejuvinates our lost glory.
It rekindles our innocence.
A Renaissance of our souls.
We become  more determined 
to further our MISSION.
We vow to live for you.
son
Form:

Jason

I walked away from your side
Left broken by the lies
7 years of wasting my time
ran down from my blue eyes
You were loved so deeply
I saw the man you should be
you broke off little piece of me
taking all that makes me bleed.

I cant forgive you anymore
I'm fighting a losing battle
my faith is left torn
its too much for me to handle

Not strong enough to stay
to look at blue eyes that plea
I have a right to walk away
so the mirror wont betray me
Form: Lyric

Premium Member DISDAIN

A cat may look upon a king;
even dare to turn and ignore him;
walk arched-back before the throne;
make the dais his very own;
sleep beneath the royal footstool;
and kings allow the feline’s rule -
for though none crowned the brazen cat,
no-one loves the rat.

More than just the right to be,
the puss has licence to roam free,
with status shrined by what is done
because he hunts what others shun.
Low born, low bred - yet all know that
a king must look upon a cat.
Form: Rhyme

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