Short Muck Poems
Short Muck Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Muck by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Muck by length and keyword.
Stan gazed at the muck in despair
And ran muddy fingers through his hair
Said I’ll rescue the Chevy
Drag it atop of the levy
Certain it'll be dry up there!
The Muck of Life
Wallowing in muck
Brings delight into life’s plight.
If you say, “Oink. Oink!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
Spring is here and temperatures rise
Sludged path—tanks go to their demise
And with the realization of risk
An army marched so sure and brisk
Nature wins, not a soldier’s surprise
Higgs was a hockey player built like a truck
he was mean, obscene, and had plenty of pluck.
Other players called him Klutz
declaring they hated his guts
thus he advised them he didn't give a puck.
Old Bob’s on his tractor
He’s out spreading muck
I’m hoping and praying
That with any luck
The winds going to change
Which is all very well
Because somebody else
Will get stuck with the smell
An anagram of my name...
Small are the treasures secretly found
Hidden in the muckiest of grounds
Forgotten for many hundreds of years
Stolen treasure, he hungrily leers
The crumbling man we shall condemn
The ancient tale of Muck Beadier Gem
Emma Buckeridge
7th place win
This old man went to heaven in frail frame
With earthly waste bulged the belly became
Couldn’t long keep closed the outlet
Rushed to the astral toilet
Flushed water returned muck wherefrom it came.
October 19, 2021
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : The Throne In Heaven
Sponsor : Jack Webster
Through the thick of the fog
I begged to the bog
stumped by a stymied log.
It was hollow of pride,
like a zookeeper’s dog,
reduced to bark-less hide.
From the splat of my thud
It wore polka-spot mud
and rolled just because
It knew what It was
to snap unjustified.
So what could I do
but prove what It knew
with another attack
on the cripple I threw?
If cracking my back
playing fetch in the muck
was the point of It all - I’m stuck.
12/11/2018
When indecision drops on by,
No matter how I want to try
To move ahead, I find that I
Am absolutely stuck.
Though getting out is my desire,
Circumstances will conspire,
Trapping me within the mire,
To wallow in the muck.
Plans and changes don’t get made;
Forward motion is delayed,
All because I’m too afraid
And lack the needed pluck.
Better, then, to just remain
With things in place and thus refrain
From choices that will make it plain
Why critics choose to cluck.