Short Sore Poems
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its hard to walk
or talk
with the caine
if you have knees pain
a doctor you see
and pay afee
for this
SORE KNEES
searing shining sun
bedazzling snowmelt season ~
a sight for sore eyes
(March Full Moon – Dakota, Lakota, Assiniboine)
While riding my bike down a lane
I felt an incredible pain
I was astraddle
Without my saddle
That's something I won't do again!
EYES ARE SORE
By James Edward Lee Sr.
Blood shot read to much
Speck something lit on my eye
Painted got star-eyed
12/11/17
it can rock your stand
need a cain in hand
as you walk the beat
gets heat under neat
you need sit on a sheet
with thoses
SORE FEET
He took advice about a sore foot
But his wife kicked him out of bed
He misunderstood what they meant
When "Soak it in cider" was said!
Bhai shoru me tum meray mun me daltay thay,
Shayad yehi vajah say mera gala kharab rehta.
Note.Bhai throat fukiing is unkind please stop it.
no money honey
so we walk and talk
it was for few miles
we sit for awhile
as we reach out gold
i had to unload
down underneat
i got
SORE FEET
The oligarchy but an orgy
We’ve never kissed a toad so warty
Hoping for a prince
Puckered with a wince
While they make the sieg heil sporty
***
I've amassed a fair number of brown South Asian lovers.
In my mind I revisit one whom I slept with beneath covers,
As my swollen sore heart began beating ever sadder.
You'll never believe this thing I saw
It couldn't stop from flappin' its jaw
With warts poking thru its beard
My eyes permanently seared
Wait! it was only my mother-in-law
There once were old legs full of fight,
That creak in the dawn’s early light,
Though knees whisper “stay,”
They march anyway,
With pride in each stumble despite the plight.
There's this sweet young lassie named Laura
When she visits, l fall down on the floor-a
So excited am I
My heart it doth fly
Till my wings they get all quite sore-a
C-ure
R-elieves
Y-our
S-ore
T-hroat
E-nhancing
L-ungs
A-s
N-asty
G-rime
U-ses
L-ittle
O-rganism
Topic: Birthday of Crystel Angulo (April 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Afflicted by a sore throat,
Being unable to think of anything else,
Carley was in a
Despicable
Enthrallingly
Fearsome
Gloriously
Hedonic
Injured
Jumpy
Knife-like
Lethargic
Mood.
Though it gets lots of water,
our grass on clay dirt yellows;
stubborn thorny weeds reside. . . .
where might I buy turf?
For Francine Robert's Contest:
"Flowers, trees, grass, or bees"
Trump Sticks Out Like Sore Thumb
Trump sure sticks out like a sore thumb;
Not only that he did appear to be dumb;
Was uncoordinated;
By everyone hated;
Even bit tongue when chewing his gum.
Jim Horn
Freezing my peeper off, almost fell on the floor
Caught it in time before it rolled out the door
Was trying to escape
Says it's abused outta shape
Used to be lengthy, now shriveled and short
There's this sweet young lassie named Laura
When she visits, l fall down on the floor-a
So excited am I
My heart, it doth fly
Till my wings, they get all quite sore-a
© Jack Ellison 2015
Loving, loyal love sore, lifeless, legendary sure sore...
Listing Loveable, large , Lonely, lame, Long, light, lush, lanky love sore
9/5/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Sore fingers are no problem
I can work around them
High ho High Hey!
Ouch! Typing hurts a lot
I can do other things
I give my hand a quick squeeze
No worries I tell her
Until I try to tie my shoes
Double ouch!
how pleasantly his face smiles seeing his soulmate after
many hours apart, even though the clouds that float above...
his day couldn't look grayer; too in love to notice.
Date written: 03/20/2021
SORE are the pains of the sufferer
who is at pains with his and her wrong choices
Screams and yells at the bottom of their lungs
Hollering at those uncaring with deaf ears
11/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Your words are like red iron pokers,
Poking my heart ‘til I learn.
Though the argument was yesterday,
My heart still feels the burn.
The blow you give with your words,
Fills my heart with gore.
Though the argument was yesterday,
Today my heart’s still sore.
Sore you love me my God
Does not love with pain
Assured you love me my God loves
Absolute there's no shame adorn
He loves me my Father does so
Unconditionally
Agape in Jesus name
ALWAYS
2/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023