Short Phone Book Poems
Short Phone Book Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Phone Book by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Phone Book by length and keyword.
as they stroll
your minds moled
you look get hook
do the somber
trying to fine
a number
they crawl and lingers
its
PHONE BOOK
AND FINGERS
your were in my head
as i lay in bed
my boby somber
won't to do the rumber
i got hook
on my phone book
start floor walking
as mind linger
they became
your number
TALKING FINGER
body dysmorphia from...
an overactive optic nerve
speculation on the dating and self worth market
get a phone book and stay inside
homeless people exist
we are not clean for we do not have civil rights
the illness is in the occupation of the united states of america
welcome to the civil war
His voice is buttery says a musician critic on TV
I have no idea what buttery means
She sings her butt off
This is also curious
If she turned around, I could see this
He can sing the phone book
Couldn’t we all?
If we wanted to.
If I did, someone would beg me to stop singing
No.
Everyone would beg me to stop singing
I was looking through my phone book
which I have had for many many years
where did they all go
we used to hang on street corners
in classes
at meetings
on dates
I awoke one day and
they were gone
only their names and
phone numbers remained
No matter you’re not in the phone book
and you pay with cash, not checks;
no matter if you dress in the faded
worn-out rags that were all she left;
no matter if you wrap yourself in cobwebs
and drive a three-wheeled wreck;
no matter if you give up your martinis
and survive on chicken necks,
it matters not. She’ll always have
your number – your carnivorous ex.
I looked everywhere for a phone book
I think there's little chance I'll find one
My smart phone says to call 411
I think these books will now be extinct
If you see one have a good look
No reason now to print all those names
I can't believe they have all vanished
To find under stepped message refer to my Understepping one or two
for directions.
Inspired by Becca, I hope you like it. I can't resist a challenge*lol*
Form:
We had heard of this anomaly who out-sang the stars.
The ones in the cosmos? Asked my slow cousin, Lars.
No, the movies stars, the ones you see sing on tee vee.
He’s a rooster though, how can he carry a melody?
We were not sure, but this was a rare, bold, proud bird.
He could sing the phone book, to the point of being absurd.
The rest of the neighborhood knew about his antics too.
He mastered the chicken dance, a tango, and an old soft shoe.
Cooking is sexual and senual. Naught!
I must be distraught
To give this any more thought.
Be brave
Don't cave
Just smile, wave
And wonder how someone could get this
Deprave
Or caught
Up in such a thought.
All the heat
The sweat,
The mess, and the clean up isn't neat.
To be honest this is fought
With perils I wasn't taught.
I didn't feel any deceit just over wrought
Until I sought
As an after thought
The phone book for CALL IN--CARRY OUT.