Short Nerd Poems
Short Nerd Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nerd by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nerd by length and keyword.
I once had a buddy named Bob
He was an unbearable slob
I pressed him a suit
And dressed him up cute
He dirtied it quickly, the knob.
Nerd, unpopular
Facebook calls, founder’s stock shares
“Geek” is the new cool
Entry for Natalie Fllikkema's "Talkin Technology" competition
once a child with a rattle
enjoyed crawling around cattle
till its mother found out
and to her ex did shout
you lost your custody battle.
George Denis Patrick Carlin
he was not everybody’s darlin’
initially everyone thought him a nerd
but then he gave us the seven words
Oh dear, I just realized what I could do,
with the Hungry Caterpillar plushy,
enveloped by paper, for my cute new
nephew. He’ll learn to spell his name by three.
there once was a thief from chile
who liked to drink milk with a lilly
well the judge was aghast
examining his past
but decided he was just silly.
There was a certain computer nerd
Who yearned to do something absurd---
He went to the john
It came out all brown---
Delighted, he could now program a turd
Nice - I'm a nerd
Emptiness fills my cranium
Rain springs out of my eyes - blurs my glasses
DANGER DANGER
((just give me a second)) I'm sneaky and smart! IN YOUR FACE xDD
There was once a nerd so eager to lurk
Well fed up with his life and his cattle
So he took off with a boat
But that boat did not float
And started to swim from Dover to Dunkirk
To follow the herd is absurd,
Shout,holler and scream;
If you want to be heard?
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Keep on calculating the numbers of insignificance.
It is better to be full of knowledge;
than a fool without a brain of neurons.
The right person will truly love you & vice versa.
I sit all day with pen in hand and computer on lap.
While I research I dream of when we'll meet.
I watch the films, documentaries & anime.
A multi-talented musician. All of this makes me a nerd.
I am a book nerd he said. All day and all night.
I read under my covers with a worn-out flashlight.
My mother and father say, “stop reading that book!”
But I hide inside the closet, it is my own little nook.
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Why do you often says our.. our.. our..?
Is it because you are not more than a dung?
Born **** stars family..
Why do you keep your beard hair everywhere?
Hay! We all knew your lift and right wings,
But the damns like you
Your old deleted poems is\are backed up
Once upon a time..' we had (first, second,
Third, worlds, quite dis-aligned..' And for a time hegemony lookèd sort'a fine.' Now with the rush of
Every type of tech.' Its update and dump the wreck.' No more the economic climb
We shall inherit some 'nerd world.. Divine?'
your touch comes second to being sun-kissed by summertime
but i come alive when your four eyes reconnect with mine
other couples were on the abandoned beach that afternoon
but they no idea I was writing the last few stanzas of my marriage vows
- not even you
while I was reading, you called me nerd..
brutality is never a sign
of peak intelligence
so i just walk past him
and ignore his existence
but i fail in this play sometimes
i give away a little smile
the evil nerd spoke to me
but never the words of wisdom
glamouring a feat
that i shaped for him
in the end he want to be
taking the steps i showed him
(This is a fictional poem)
Life is so hard because I'm short and ugly too.
I have big pimples and I smell worse than the animals at the zoo.
I drive a hatchback that has no torque.
Cool people always beat me up because I'm a dork.
When people learn that I'm president of the chess club, they give me the bird.
They make me miserable because I give new meaning to the word nerd.
Form:
Restless nights made of pixels and stardust
Alt 29
I watch him halting between left and right
No-signal TV looms in a distant dark corner
Boisterous music befriends a stealthy black stereo
Olympic games run on the PC
Winner title appearing on the screen
Nothing fulfills him more than a cyber marathon
Ecstasy rushing through his veins
Refilled with unending virtual noises
Dumbfounded by countless choices
i feel cold whenever i think about those moments
and that how he used me whenever he was in for a gain
i understood him very well yet always fell for the trap
the masquerade of happiness failed to hang from his face
the smirk on hos face continues to haunt me
even when i meet him sometimes
i can't look into his eyes and ask him to beg for forgiveness
but i still try my best, with head high i walk past him as if he never existed
When you love a nerd
Don't ask why they question you being hydrogen
Or why they diagnosed you with containing copper and tellurium
Do not wonder why they label you as "relative" to them
When a nerd loves you
Understand you are the 1
They even think you're CuTe
Know they think you are special to them
Recognize, that when a nerd loves you, and you ask, "How much?"
Expect it to be compared to diving by zero
Because it cannot be defined.
~@~Nerd~@~
Met a nerd
In the middle of the herd
Alien to this human world
Lives in the forest world
Keeps a vision
Knows nothing, but everything
Be it cooking rotis
Or kissing your lips
Be it giving discourse
Or painting a tortoise
Irresistible to the core
With the gentleman rules
Yet, a nomad he is
Met a nerd
In the middle of the herd
With a pair of beautiful eyes
And pan candy tasting ears
-puvi-
(16/11/2016)
Trump is a nerd not fitting into anything;
With us our crying towels we must bring;
Should change ways,
One of these days,
And with Trump will never sway or sing.
That was Sammy Kay.
Jim Horn
I an shooting for 5,555 poems.
Interesting number. Then you
can give me a High Five,
like Trump. We are realizing just how the President is not supposed to be. Improve, improve and improve some more. That is my thinking. You never answer any of your responses.
My Famous Favorite Poet,
One day, I'll write like you own it.
Your gorgeously written sonnet,
Mines are like bees in my bonnet.
Words hum dimly and don't brighten,
Yours float high, and they enlighten.
All my poems acquire honey,
They buzz about sounding funny.
Each of your sonnets shines like gold,
With words that glow, so all behold.
My poems hid inside a beehive,
While yours outside gets a high five.
I hope to write like your sonnet,
Honeyed butter like Bluebonnet.