Short Phoned Poems

Short Phoned Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Phoned by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Phoned by length and keyword.


Premium Member Don'T Call Me

Alexander Graham Bell
Phoned the farmer in the dell.
The farmer, wakened from his slumber
Yelled at him and growled, "Wrong number".

won 6th place
Form: Clerihew


Beyond Mad Max

Beyond Mad Max

Australian actor Mel
Phoned his wife to give her hell.
Unknown to Gibson she recorded his rant
And we all got to hear his unholy chant.
Form: Clerihew

Help Line

I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
“Where are you ringing from Mrs. Brown”?
I of course replied “from the waist down”
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Help Line 2

I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
But I was extremely disappointed to be told
By the disembodied voice that I should hold
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Help Line 3

I phoned the incontinence help line today
To say “I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
In the hope of having my condition assuaged
But try as I might it was always engaged
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Help Line 3

I phoned the incontinence help line today
To say “I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
In the hope of having my condition assuaged
But try as I might it was always engaged
Form:

Premium Member Nine Lives Spent

My thoughtful vet phoned to say that my cat was not dead, just asleep, permanently.











Written 5th April 2018
For Epigram contest sponsored by Deborah Guenthar Beachboard
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Best Friend

phoned his valentine
but she was in the shower ~
his best friend answers 


Written 4th February 2021. 
For Valentine's Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
Form: Senryu

No Deal

Phyllis Phyffer phoned a friendly farmer,
And proffered a mere pittance for his land.
"Phooey!" fumed the fairly livid farmer,                     
And dropped the phone receiver from his hand.
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Know Your Name-Droppers

Untrue, harmless, "I phoned Schwarzenegger..."
True, harmless boast: "I love my Srinagar.” 
Surreal:  "The shark killed me."
Dubious: “FBI? John, it’s me. ”
True, untrue, dubious— or just a swagger?

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© Ram R. V.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Unforgiven

Why won’t you speak to me?
Can you at least tell me where
my checkered golfing socks are?

I said ‘sorry,’ made a hang-dog face.
You laughed.
Then phoned your mother.

Now the  town knows
about the socks.

Premium Member Didn'T List'Em

A wife sent her hub to the store; she phoned in more items galore. He forgot to write ‘em, came back sans one item; she sent him right back out the door.
---------- H/T to Indiana's Shawping list
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The View In France

On his business trip, Pete saw burlesque
and daily phoned home from his work desk.
When asked once or twice
if the view there was nice,
he said, “Dear, France is most picturesque!”


For "Burlesque Boutique" 
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Pies

He phoned the village bakery
And ordered a delivery
Loads and loads of tasty pies
Ate them all but at a price
He spent the night in misery.


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Contest:  Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Form: Limerick

Premium Member W O M E N ' S

The graffito worried him of
W O M E N 'S
Women's what?
He thought of all our attributes

He therefore wrote
M E N ' S
on the showcase wall
to see what the response would be

Sharon phoned
for he left his number,
and they talked all night, discovering





4/24/2015
© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.

He Touched Her

He mentioned that she was beautiful.
He mentioned that she was kissable.
He touched her.

He wanted to curve
where she curved,
to hold lightly the blessing.

She phoned her attorney,
threatened assault.

That evening, he wrote a poem
which later was used
as evidence against him.

Premium Member The Stoner

I was sitting on the corner, stoned 
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned 
How could this be, she rests in peace 
Right beside my loving niece
 
I answered the phone, and my auntie said 
"I know you think that I am dead"  
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned 
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
Form: Verse

One Act Poem

I fell in love with her sorrows. 
We shared a mask that we spoke through,
a mail-box for wordless hungers. 
Passion maimed us,
even I shed tears, sensing
a Puccini last act approaching.

She read herself in my face.
I gave her news;
long-range forecasts
of more disappointments to come.
She phoned her mom.

Premium Member Spielberg Summer Spectaculars

I watched the shark its teeth display (1975)
     My heart swallowed my tongue, I'd nothing to say

  Sixteen years later a great dinosaur classic (1993)
     was set in a surreal park named Jurassic

  But my favorite of all came out in-between (1982)
      ET phoned home, made my heart sing ~ cash registers ring
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Smack head

Deep fried 
she cried 

then bloat 
and float

A house 
stained blouse

clueless 
for stress,

To bed,
airhead!

"Forgot"!
you brought 

you phoned
you're stoned,

she’s slow 
cracked crow,

clears throat 
like goat, 

Nancy
can't see 

funky,
junky,

go back
sad sack

drink rum 
you bum, 

and then 
find men.
Form: Footle

Smiling With Angst

Watching my love from afar
He never once noticed my happiness with him
Couldn't even call
When I feared in the late hours
Death might have phoned his soul
No reconciliation for the female adore
That I never once heard of
But I bet she wasn't me
Who is this obscure scent hanging roun' bout your collar
Hearken to me your broken-hearted truths

Premium Member Do You Hear What I Hear For Isabell

A little bird heard
Then spread the word
That Isabell had lost her smile
Well I have a spare
Which I doubt you'd wanna wear
To be honest, I've used it a while
So I did the next best
Phoned in a request
To jolly old St Nick
I heard from a bird
Now I'm spreading the word
Old Santa's got just the trick.

 Merry Christmas Isabell
from Daniel and Buddy
Form: Rhyme

Cupid's M16

Cupid opened up and fired
a full out M-16.
When everyone dropped dead and down
to such a horrid scene.

The Pope came by
and gave his blessings.
That's all that he could do.
Then Castro phoned to offer peace
and share cigar or two.

But Cupid wasn't there to listen.
cupid shot to kill.
He knew their lovers were in Heaven
and shot with lead to fill.
Form: Quatrain

Cellular

She still phones, though not to me.
I imagine her small-talking,
see her walking to the local shops with a mutual friend
who sometimes phones me just to ask
if she has phoned yet?
Birds chatter on wires,
groundhogs go to bed deep under the hedgerows,
I hear them snoring
just like she remembers me snoring in her ear.
We speak often like that -
no backchat.

Leaving

I am at the airport
And I’m going away
The tears come unbidden
As I think of this day
I’ve kissed them goodbye
My dogs that I love
I’ve given out hugs
To those near to my heart
I’ve phoned all my friends
And texted some goodbyes
I’m only gone for two weeks
So why do I cry
I’m just feeling sad
And a bit lonesome too
I’m already missing those
I love and then you.

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