Short Scrawny Poems

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Untitled #256 / Less and More

More scrawny, more quiet
longer hair, less homework
less liberal, more open
more listening, better
writer
reader
liver
lover?


The Threat

she sees a man, she calls the cops
his color is a threat
she sees a filthy scrawny dog
she takes him home
to share her bed.

Wendy Nipas
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Connie, You Joke

I just made a new friend called Connie
Of course with the AKA Johnny
She sometimes seems rude
and often time lewd 
But always His poems are scrawny
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Tortured Man

I'm a tortured man. I'm a tortured man.
I can't believe I am who I am.
My life's a mess.
I'm bored with sex.
I'm a scrawny little guy with a big Adam's apple neck.
I'm a tortured man.
Form: Rhyme

Abandoned Love

While the wind 
driving the clouds;
Between the old oak trees.

I Left sadly,
above the bare hill,
two scrawny shadows:
  
For sake a thousand,
hovers' torch,in saffron fields.


Premium Member PEACEKEEPER

intrusive neglectful
norwegian peacekeeper
spoiled
our jubilant
scrawny
sweet
dachshund
her wholesomeness
was alleviated !


(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)

Premium Member A Class Action Suit

Is a class action suit like a gym suit in school All skinny and scrawny acting the fool Impressing the girls With swirls and whirls Little did we know we was anything but cool
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Straight Back Chair

This old straight back chair,
leaned back against kitchen wall.
Dad set me on scrawny lap;
tired face in hands.
Said I yuv my feety dad.
His smile just a memory...

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Form: Choka

Starved

I
am the
short, scrawny
girl who hides out
on the cliff looking
back with envy at World
who always delicately
fed themselves with golden spoons with
serving processed foods- steamed and fatty.
They don't know I'm like rat stealing their trash.
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Bully

Bully
The grade school bully
Twas so fiersome 
Til the scrawny 
Lad came home

To show his daddy 
His bruises gruesome
The two by four itchy
To be applied to the dome

Of the bully 
Not so fiersome
Going about sully
With a cap for a crown
Form: Rhyme

Sexual Preferences 1

I have a favourite type of girl,
I love my ladies trim
Like Skinny Ginny
And Ultra slim Kim

I love them thin and bony
Not a hint of saggy
I like Scrawny Dawny
And Scraggy Maggie

Lovely Lean Jean
Or Slender Brenda
For the nearer the bone
Is sweetest and tender
Form:

Premium Member Florida Nature

long and scrawny legs no shorts
struts though the water
feathers stay completely dry

hidden in tall grass
little fish swims between legs
reason to get wet

swallows fish in single gulp
strikes a perfect pose
ladies he awaits

March 12, 2015

For Rhonda's Florida Nature Contest.
Form: Haiku

Turkey

T is for talented, can gobble and gobble and gobble
U is for underfed, won't taste good, scrawny 
R is for regal, feathers fluffed up and holding waddle up high
K is for keen, too eager 
E is for earnest, long face and won't give a small gobble or laugh
Y is for youthful, too young too die!
Form: Acrostic

Pretty

I'm not pretty and I'm not sweet
I'm skinny and scrawny and I lack meat
All I've ever wanted is somebody who loves me and cares
Without me having to worry about my face an hair
Is it me?
Am I ugly?
Is it my personality?
Maybe I'm just not pretty?
Suddenly all my worst fears are true
nobody will love me like they love you

Premium Member We Live In a Birdhouse

My husband and I live in a birdhouse the woman said.
I was amused when I met her scrawny necked husband.
He was built like an ostrich with a rear that stuck out.
And long skinny legs, that reminded me of most birds.
I wish he did not wear those striped socks, she said.
I thought their birdhouse was more than appropriate now.

Scrawny Tony

Scrawny Tony gaunt and bony scraggy bag of beastly bones
           He was pony de la Manchu chum of  Mister Marty Jones
                            He had an intense perception
                            And skills of great execution
        In a sense of perfect destructiveness he chomped my hipbones









© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Ne'Er Cry Or Whisper

morning fog diffuses light
the sun has lost direction  
and the world is enveloped
in silence

skeletal trees line 
the potholed road
as two scrawny crows
huddle in the bare branches

yesterday's  mass murders,
flooding  across the pond,
asteroids,
sudden solar wind.
magnetic pole reversal,
drowning in our effluence?

sow many ways
4 world to end

Don'T Play Cards With Billy

Billy has a deck of cards 
I don’t know where he got it
I’ve never seen a deck like that
I don’t know if he bought it.

It’s a special deck of cards
With fancy font and faces
A couple extra kings and queens
And something like 8 aces

He plays poker all day long
With scrawny  “one eyed Willy”
And everyone will say the same..
Don’t play cards with Billy.
© Kitty Lou  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Like Clockwork

Tall yet scrawny,
Contrition attempts to 
Force its way through.

In this small window
Breed opportunity but of
An unknown flavor.

Goog-a-lee eyes always
Scrupulous and indeed
Tempting perhaps for
Once ignorable? 

Unsheltered of course 
Two wills in opposite
Directions cannot
Demand wholeness.

________________________
More works at alexfalls.com

Premium Member Fear Has Taken Many

Fear has taken many
By scrawny necks
Shaking them like rag dolls

They relax fully
Enjoying the turbulence
Giving up everything for the shaking

Fear wears a mask
Fear wears gloves
Fear throws statistics on a TV screen

Pandemic?
Not here
Not me some say

For it has not touched them yet
They take no precautions
Fearlessly living
Annoying the fearful

My Little Mockingbird

The mocking bird perched up in my tree,
Comes everyday now to visit me,
His feathers puff up as he tweets his little song,
He loves the attention so he stays pretty long,
This old bird can't get enough so I'll build him a house,
And fill it with bird seed every time he comes around,
Poor little fellow, so scrawny and small,
I'll feed him everyday until he gets big and strong!

Premium Member Their Timeless Moment

They lean upon one another
Teetering drunkards
Swaying in dependencies dance
Scrawny limbs clinging to frailties hope
There is a solemnity to their silent passing
An honor in their slow demise
An eerie bagpipe squeal in their movements
It is a privilege to sit among them
Listen to their ring bound stories
Breathe in their ancient scents
Disappear into their timeless moment


4/6/2020

Premium Member flying pig on Halloween Night

along came a flying pig, an October sight
which is pretty much only seen on Halloween night
He followed a brook, the full harvest moon, his only light
This pig was bright for sure, I mean fluorescent bright!

scrawny witch flew by and screamed out in fright
the pig laughed at her silly nervous plight
a wizard tried to change the pig into a knight
the pig laughed again and flew off into the night
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member The Old Bird Got Roasted

Mum roasted a ptarmigan for tea But the meal didn't satisfy me It was a scrawny old bird The taste was pretty absurd So I'm off to the chip shop quickly! On Monday I was using a random word generator and it came up with Ptarmigan which is a word I had never heard of. I've since discovered it's a bird which is native to Canada but they can also be found in Scotland 06-17-17
Form: Limerick

red-eyed in underland

a blood-letting sun
sets as slow as an amber tear
in a shot glass

dotty is lost in oz
ruby slippers
run on a treadmill
of long summer evenings
avocados turn brown
drowned by a late light

a vein is open
watching eyes water
over a crimson gash

a gush
bleeds out
into a hoodwink
then sinks inside
a darkening cowl

an infant
wails
in a witch's
scrawny arms

none see
the birthing knife

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