Short No Thanks Poems
Short No Thanks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about No Thanks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about No Thanks by length and keyword.
Oil from Venezuelan leader, Maduro?
No, thanks, he starved his people, not a hero!
3 -11-2022
He stood before the firing squad and was offered one last cigarette.
"No thanks," the soon to be executed replied, "I've been trying to quit."
I rescue pups,
I always have.
Their eyes thank me.
Cats follow me.
They always have.
No thanks at all.
My man and I.
Rescue each other.
Always have.
7/14/2025
Humane?
You pen with shame!
Selling your dignity?
Tell me, why trash your only voice?
No, thanks!
Hello
This is Mervin
No thanks do not need them
Really we have enough thank you
Good bye
Sponsor Sotto Poet
Contest Name Traditional Cinquain
15/4/2023
Just Using The Word
Makes The Magic
Dissipate Into
Artificiality Of
One Kind Or Another.
Rekindle.
No Thanks.
It Doesn't Light
Like THAT.
-Gray Squirrel
10-09-2025
new fastfood place opened
mcstiltskie's "stuff you make at home that we make for you"
nice, i'll take a large kool-aid and two pb&j's.
$7.69?
no thanks, skank.
Want a hug? Accomodating anad willing anaconda asked me.
No thanks, I said, running toward an oak tree.
Emerald boa then lunged to try and get me.
RUN! I yelled to my slower cousin, Little Lee.
You knows? In the anti-world, all the way around.
But to live in the anti-world? No, thanks. I hate it!
Imagine only- by cats all human babies will be drown,
Or in the best case, they will be castrated.
Dissonance in me awakens
Feelings faint and badly shaken
by hearts - come clean - that are now achin'
no thanks to my prevarications …
Women: Sense a man’s unease
~ Flee from him and his disease
saki served warm strong
in painted noritake cup....
headache nausea
sunrise beautiful
light so bright golden ...
headache pounding
saki served warm strong
by the moonlight with you...
no thanks through
Contest entry:
Sponsor:Joe Maverick
In Cambodia some diners eat a delicacy that does not entice me.
What could that be? Yes, I have to tell you, for why keep it to myself?
Here, sweetie, try some fried tarantula; do you want two or three?
Um…no thanks, please put it back, way up high on the top shelf.
Carl was tired of winter's sharp wars
Heartless and without love, even indoors
"I'm too old to shovel snow"
He bet everything ... woe
Rio de Janeiro he adores
16.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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8-10-7-6-9 syllables
Pa hankered cheeses of every kind.
Alas, it placed him in a painful bind!
"For fast relief", said his wife,
"Plumber's snakes should ease yer strife!"
"No thanks! I'll use Ex-Lax for my behind!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Waiter asked if I 'd like the special sauce
I asked him if he recommended it
He said that he did, and highly so
What's it called then, I wanted to know
Well, it's called "flying sauce, sir."
No thanks. I told him I preferred sauce
that just sits there quietly in the saucer
A welcome spot of rain
Helps soothe our pain
Why steal from the public purse?
Knowing you will reap a communal curse
Stop the export of vaccines from Sputnik
Allow importation of other brands to friends thick
Smile all the way to your own banks
Your punishment will come with no thanks
A welcome spot of rain
Helps soothe our pain
Why steal from the public purse?
Knowing you will reap a communal curse
Stop the export of vaccines from Sputnik
Allow importation of other brands to friends thick
Smile all the way to your own banks
Your punishment will come with no thanks
LEON, MY KING, HIS KING
IRIS, HIS QUEEN, HIS *****
I LOVE LEON
LEON IS MY KING
I WOULD DIE FOR HIM
HE WOULD KILL ME FROM WITHIN
I WOULDN'T DARE LOVE ANOTHER
LEON IS ALL I NEED
HE WOULD KILL ME SLOWLY
IF I LEFT FOR ANOTHER
I HAVE LEON THEREFORE
I HAVE LIFE
THANKS LEON FOR LOVING ME
NO THANKS FOR THIS LIFE
The fourth bell had a horrid tone
Daily, I would choose to fast
Hiding in my bag of lies,
“No thanks man, I’m cutting weight”
Oh how I would just trade this love,
For plastic trays and meatball days
Soggy pizzas and stale chips
That is the life I desired
To be like them I hid myself
-This sack lunch is a joke
Libelous, slanderous speech
singes the fuzz off of the peach
Gossip and tale-bearing crooked ears reach
no thanks to the mouth of the human leech…
Speech is God’s greatest gift to man
employed sparingly it can
Elevate us to the highest heights
sacred spaces of brilliant light
Throw around legs
Throwaway hair
Biting her tongue
Tapping the chair
Dinnertime psychology
Filling her frayed mind
Undigested memories
Too bitter to be confined
Eighteen years
Blurred as if one
Opaque footsteps
Of a misbegotten son
“Dessert, mom?”
“No thanks, dear.”
Her plate is empty
Her conscience clear
Met with town council
To donate flocks of pigeons
They said no thank you
And they told me where to go
And take my pigeons with me
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in Michael Falotico's "Tanka me a Dream" Contest - Feb 2011
I hate political poems. Not for me,
the human wad that clogs the great high way.
A love that’s everyone’s business? Forget it. A drink
from the common trough? No, thanks. The public: yuck.
— from the Greek
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No - I won't write for rankings or show
No - this doesn't have an eloquent flow
No - I don't like your pale, shoddy poetry
No - thanks, it's like cheap dime store toiletry
No - I won't play this sad, lame game
No - It's not a colossal pity or shame
No - Please don't cast your vote for me
No - This is not grand - I'm sure you'll agree
LOVER.
From withering heights
With much despair
Could I come forth
In ill repair
Without a cause
Without a clue
Unbelievably in pain
No thanks to you
Always angry
Always sad
I so miss the days
When you were all I had
Never again
No matter what you say
Shall I take a chance
Not today
Leave me alone.
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