Short Pouted Poems

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Hurtful Words

You shouted
I pouted
Hurtful words
Again
I lied
You cried
What is said
Is said
I'm mad
You're sad
What are
We doing


Premium Member Alice

There was a young woman named Alice.
Who lived in a very grand Palace.
She grumbled and pouted.
Was rude and shouted,
Alice was a Malice
Form: Limerick

Divorce

I pouted
I screamed
I shouted

I cried
I tried
I lost some pride

I’m going to take a hike
I’m going to take a ride
Good riddance and 
Goodbye
© Lara Wash  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epigram

Premium Member A Poet Named Dave For Contest

I once knew a fine poet named Dave
Who wrote poems that Shakespeare would crave
But when doubters shouted
Dave not only pouted
But fried his poems in the microwave
Form: Limerick

Two Encores

Two Encores

Now please don’t think me a bragger,
But, I sung on stage with Mick Jagger.
There we pouted our lips,
and we wiggled those hips.

Two encores and Superstar swagger.
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Lady and Hips

There was a young LADY called Brook
She knew every trick in the book
She pouted her lips
And wriggled her HIPS
Then asked you to pay for a look.

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Contest: L&H Limericks
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Form: Limerick

Biblical Boo Boo

When the Queen of Sheba came to visit
She took a bath that was quite exquisite
"Bath Sheba!" men shouted
But she only pouted
A thick little finger could not quiz it!*


*"My little finger shall be thicker than
my father's ....."  Kings 12:10
Form: Limerick

Doubted Than Shouted and Pouted

when we had doubted
many bad names were shouted
perturb and pouted

for words complete loss
that created much chaos
in bed turn and toss

rather repugnant
as well as being pungent
must be confidant

should see game scoreboard
see looked forward and toward
won when most points scored
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Timing

Your loss 
my gain
your pain
my pain
I waited
you pouted
you shouted
I was calm
I was sure
you were slippery
your timing sucked
you showed your hand
no one believes you
pits is rampant
they whisper now behind their hands
your a fool
but I would have waited forever
to take my place in his heart.

Premium Member Sexiest In the Parade

She is so sexy!
She is adorable!
Look at that smile!
Look at those legs!

Thomas could not wait until she got closer.
He wanted to see this woman too.
When she did get right up to him she blew him a kiss,
And gave him a wink.

It was his daughter, Camelia.
When had she stopped being five?
He pouted the rest of the evening.

Premium Member If you break it can we keep it

Uncle Jim brought his new girlfriend to our Christmas tree lighting
She was eager, enthusiastic, joyful, funny, outrageously exciting
When they lit the tree, she broke out in song and sang every verse
We all agreed that Uncle Bill had brought home girls much worse
If you break up, can we keep her? We asked him
He pouted the rest of the day, our crazy Uncle Jim
Form: Rhyme

The Blend

This small town will be our end
Don’t you know that these walls
See and tell, these vibrant facades
I saw you dance and fall
Trappings of a time old
To the blare of a song loud
I saw not the lips that pouted
Till they touched mine
November might have been cold
But my embers were kindled
And as the wind blew,
You and I closer drew
Till the walls no longer knew
The dance floor of lips
© Marugu Mo  Create an image from this poem.

What

The look on her face 
Told it all... 
She made me know 
That it's not 'seresere' 
I wasn't joking as well 
Then 
Two don cut four... 

I pouted 
I hissed 
I was pissed... 
Surely boys are not smiling.... 

The reason was one 
Misunderstanding... 
Misjudgment... 
Mistaking... 
Everyone just misinterpreting 
Your actions... 
It vexes the soul... 

But what can a man do? 
Patience... 

Such is life....

Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!

A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!

With pouted lips they ask
‘O!  relenting  Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!

‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!
Form:

Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!

A crippled devout is bedridden
None in his family to earn
His innocent, cherub children
Are dying of starvation!

With pouted lips they ask
‘O!  relenting  Lord hark!
To us why are you so merciless?’
Immutably He replies, ‘—Because you are faithless!!

‘The extortionist though he commits sin,
Prays me from his heart within!!’
Fie! Fie!! Relentless Lord!!!
Compassionate, clement Death! Be not proud!!
Form:

Paradise of Tulips


Regal tulips in purple, blue and yellow
pink splendor ambled in sensuous glow
tantalizing rows of frenzy red capes
beauty swaying ...bouncing in waves.

Clustered far and wide, their pouted lips
flirting through a prism, beams of tulips.
demure dance and frolic, tempting kisses
spring gives birth...a rainbow of wishes.

The path I walk, so serene and divine, 
This paradise I know will never be mine.
Form: Couplet

Pandora of Loving

Pandora of loving When you love, You hardly heed to the beckoning pain, When you love, You are clouded with the mist of the posed fantasy, When you love, You often bairn yourself to give it all, But is it a guarantee to be paid the same? Is it a sacrament of the ordain pouted love you expect? No, I don't think so, When you are in love, Wake up to avoid a broken heart, Is a Pandora of falling in love
Form: Blitz

Premium Member Tale of Artistic Crocodile

artistic crocodile refused to wear clothes right away
I will paint a camouflage instead, he used to say
his mother gave up, but his dad pouted a bit.
Thinking his son looked kind of like a nitwit.

Someone new to the Everglades made Artistic a movie star.
He was given a standing ovation, and that was just in the car.
His parents were given their own huge swamp in which to live.
His artistic soul and lovely talents continued to give.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member But I love her and

If I had a sunflower tub I could be nice Suzette said.
Her husband Lee believed her, for he is slow in his head.
He spent a bunch of time designing a glorious tub.
Suzette pouted a bunch, for she is a grouse-loving-slug.

Lee spent hours and hours but she was not ever sweet.
I would not make that tub for her, said Lee’s brother Pete.
But I love her Lee said, and she can be nice once a day.
Lee rolled his eyes, and swiftly drove far away.
Form: Rhyme

Shadows

SHADOWS

Actors on a dimly lit stage... 

SCENE 1:

dead-eyed audience
whispers behind the black curtains
plastics smiles
reluctant hands
chained feet
pouted lips ...

SCENE 2:

...  arctic hors d'oeuvre
copious food
wines, beers - pride Irish!
trivial tattles
inebriated
blank heads...

SCENE 3:

... crawl upstairs
darkness, touch and feel
snores, toss and turn, toss and turn …
cock craw
morning …
a vicious circle

SCENE 4:

cold eyes bores to sky ...
Form: ABC

Premium Member Comet Wants To Be the Favorite

Comet, the oldest reindeer, wanted Santa to like him the best.
He pouted and was sad because of this need to top deer be.
Santa took him on a walk and they spied a robin’s nest.
That mother robin loves them all equally, do you see?

Comet was not able to understand, for an idea was in his head.
That no one would miss him if he dropped down dead.
Santa threw him a party, and all the reindeer gave a cheer.
Comet felt happier as he devoured hot pretzels and root beer.
Form: Rhyme

Man Flu

“Darlig, by dose is still ruddig,
ad by tubby is poorly as well,
by head is id paid
ab i'b also afraid that by throat
is dow burdig like hell “.
His wife then stopped doing the ironing
even though her left arm's in a sling,
and fed him his soup with a spoon to his mouth
and pouted to him “ you poor thing”.
As she got out the hoover to vacuum
and watched as his arms hung down limp,
she looked to the sky and said “ God, tell me why
did you marry me off to a wimp?”
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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