Short Phoning Poems

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


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Bert was in a phone booth
Phoning his girlfriend Ruth
To say their courtship was over
He preferred his dog Rover
For company...struth
Form: Limerick


With Dance-Steps Yet Unknown

the cock made a call
phoning a clan of mankind 
from the top of his hill
day is here our visitor
has come unannounced
let's dance with her 
all the same from every 
quarter with all manner
of dance-steps yet unknown
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Nice Behind

I SAW A NICE BEHIND AT WALMART
                               IS IT YOURS?

                   That behind isn't a loaner
                  She walks like she owns it
                   Don't think of phoning her
               She'll turn that behind around
                  And bend you upside down
Form: Rhyme

Buzz Words

Buzz Words

Journey 
Thanks to reality t.v and talent shows 
Everybody now seems to talk about 
My Journey 
I remember when a journey was going somewhere 

And reaching out
When did phoning someone 
Become reaching out

And Sic mean cool
Sick was what I used to be when I drank to much 

Or am I just getting old
And not cool anymore

Cold Call

A train derailed, the newsman said,
And there are people hurt and dead.
If someone that you love was there,
Then call this number, if you dare.

Imagine if you had to choose
To call or wait to have some news.
The agony of knowing not
Would try what patience someone’s got.

Though phoning could provide relief,
For some, there might be only grief,
Discovering an act of fate
Has made their loved one doubly late.
Form: Rhyme


Two In the Queue

Your two in the queue 
The announcement says
A poem I thought through 

Two in the queue, I laughed
My sense of humour going daft 

Holding music blasting out
Hurting my ears with this musical drought.

Your two in the queue again she says
My mind wondering by now
Why am I phoning, memory refresh

Five minutes have gone 
I'm still hanging on 

Its ringing 
The music I miss
Good morning can I help you 
I thought I was two in the queue
Form: Rhyme

What's your problem?

What’s your problem?
You started it
It was all you
You and your family!
Your son playing his music too loud
Your son throwing his butt ends into our garden
Your son having his xbox so loud that it felt like a warzone
Your son with his not so funny racist comments
Your partner phoning the council 
Your partner for phoning Health and Safety
Your partner for phoning 101
What for? 
We’ve done nothing wrong!
We have the report to prove it!
So get a grip!

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