Short Squirts Poems
Short Squirts Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Squirts by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Squirts by length and keyword.
A turtle in a dirty pond
Was picked up by a dirty blonde
Trump said that the water
Was gonna get hotter
Unless she squirts his magic wand
Lingering in the morning air
The pungent smell of derriere
Burrito with Beans
Cause the morning screams
The dreaded Hershey squirts beware
When Putin is telling the truth
The frogs queue up at the Kissing Booth
But the Russian Bear
Growls, "You should take care!
Vlad squirts cyanide from his tooth!"
What makes
Children feel so happy, and
Feel overjoyed
When a bright
Red water balloon
Squirts and splashes
Water all over their faces
Just a few wees and a giggle
it’s not laughter
unless your full set of teeth is showing
and milk squirts out of your nose
spontaneous, automatic, and contagious
unexpected and gleeful
my family does it well
The most miserable thing about diarrhea
Is that there is no available panacea
The more one squirts,
The more it hurts
When your family and friends say, “So long, we’ll see ‘ya!”
Written May 15, 2021
impudent wind flirts
with snappy hats and long skirts
bell rings champagne squirts
Inspired by Lin Lane's rhymed haiku “meadow cloaked in white”. Alas, iambus turned out to be not pretty iambic)
I know not where the water springs,
drips and drops, spurts and squirts melded
and aligned into flows downstream
trickling, merging to babbling brook
The myriads of river line sources
are hidden within, like puppeteers strings
grasses waft april fragrance
as lady sips melon day
bold ninja insects invade
...repellant she squirts
flying needles wage buzzed attack
rams garden, zooming high speed
darn choppers of mosquitoes...
prick Nancy's behind!
Make Me Laugh, New Contest
Dragon whips tail; trust us, it hurts
Illusions resurrect
Toxic poison in our heart squirts
Stance we need to correct
Afraid not if we die
Looking fear in the eye
We bid these forms goodbye
When fears assail
Dragon whips tail
15-September-2021
Quietus
We're mannequins peering from a storage
bin. We slouch across from
the "No-Food" paper sign.
Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders
of a glass door. Shoppers,
incoming, their shared orange
squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial
grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'.
Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung
on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.
Listen to poem:
Always playing the fool, belittles self to buffoon.
Cap with bells belies the deep sad truth within.
Like blue-black ink squirts from octopus threatened,
joking is a smoke-screen hiding deep-seated inadequacy,
made worse by audience's insatiable need for jokes.
Like 'Cool Hand Luke', the jester, always in demand,
when really pressed, spurts out: "Stop feedin' off me".
A toddler’s heels wham… flip flop flip flop
Annoyed by the sound that runs non-stop,
Dad grabs a plug to cover his ears
While an army of fleas seem to appear
Invading pet cat as child squirts a hose,
“I must declare, it’s a raid...I suppose”
As father throws kitty out the door,
Son plays with bug gadgets...toys' galore!
Judy Konos' I Do Declare Contest
by nette onclaud
This one
Tall whale
Squirts bad sperm
Marine girls beware
It will give you teratology
In your womb
Plant seeds
Of extinction
I can't breathe sea harks
Up the creek
Krill die
Evil. We cannot ride high
No high lands
Water everywhere
No water
Water is fiend
Rats ‘congress
In dead-end streets.
Hey, Call it a day
Time to die.
Global Poetry - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Iced tea's sipped from a mason jar.
Lemon sun squirts light from afar.
Ruffled parasols relieve some
from relentless heat as green thumbs
plant colorful chrysanthemums.
Barefeet tap to the earth's rhythm.
On sighing summer breeze, bees hum.
Perched on the front porch swing, I strum
a simple chord as neighbors come
and join the carefree song. They drum
to the lazy day's mellow bars
until our light shines from the stars.
My head, now a boiling cauldron
From my pen, thoughts bleed red,
in a broken stream muddled up
They do not have a neat flow
They come out in squirts,
leaving scarlet stains,
a monochrome of blotches of hurt and sadness
Still I feel such instant relief,
as the latch of a cage being unfastened
to let out the birds of pain fly far
March.9. 2022
New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
smiles, nods with a wink
hides what to see, what to think
squid squirts jet black ink
seems what it can seem
really there, although unseen
chameleon blends in
green tree frog slides down
reeds, tadpoles, wind hasn't blown
safe unto its own
By our back door
Crying out!
Roses!
Roses!
Roses!
Big red ones
A little white
And two pink squirts
Nearly buried in the jumble
Blame it on the winter
Blame it on spring rains
The maples and the oaks are taking over
Blame it on the rake
A rusty old rake
That stood idle in the fall
Don’t blame it on the gardner
Who loves to study nature
Don’t change a thing!
Don’t clip!
Don’t pull!
Don’t DIG!
Stand off now
The roses have a witness
words jump out of my mind in spits and spurts
Flinging themselves onto a page in scribbles and squirts
their determination is admirable, their resilience insane
these words are often clever, other times barely inane
I blame Trixie my muse, she stands firmly on my heart.
Sometimes she is hilariously funny, other times a sarcastic tart.
I never know what these words will do. They have minds of their own.
I am always amazed when they make any kind of poem.
Drainage lines dissect river catchments
Carved by water flowing down to sea
Recycling raindrops sucked from ocean
Carried in puffs of clouds to highlands
To fall as rain feeding river flows
Sustaining life that thrives in currents
In rapids, trickles, waterfalls, swirls.
Life adapted to flow, stir and surge
That replenishes oxygen, food
In drips, squirts, spurts, splash, currents and flows.
Pulsing flow of rivers down drainage
Mirrors our blood flow circulation.