Short Stuffy Poems
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we had a cat named Fluffy
who always acted arrogant and stuffy
one day it was said
she was found dead
those tooth marks aren’t mine dear Sophy
Suzy got to study
The mystery that got her stuffy
Keep the fingers sticky
It gets strict and tricky
Hands chilled and touchy
Sometimes she has to chase roughly
Tummy rub and all, business time hubby
Feelings straight-laced
upper lip neatly in place
Emotions unreal,dated surreal
Frozen and frigid
Reserved,and so rigid
Emotions unreal,dated surreal
Haughty and huffy
Pass and stuffy
Emotions unreal,dated surreal
Feelings straight-laced
upper lip neatly in place
Emotions unreal,dated surreal
Frozen and frigid
Reserved,and so rigid
Emotions unreal,dated surreal
Haughty and huffy
Passe and stuffy
Emotions unreal,dated surreal
Scented candles
Dyed purple pink petals
A5 coloured paper plane
A poem of promises
Dark shaded lips
Red as berries in season
Sweet scent of sweet rosè
Glaring proudly
The lifeless eyes of a giant stuffy bear
Can't help but whisper
It's perfect
Beautiful
A day forever marked.
puffy fluffy is never stuffy
loving and cuddly is my fluffy
he takes care of my feelings at night
I am cherished when I turn out the light
we cuddle tightly and huddle down
the best of friends in sleeping town
our dreams are happy because we are too
without him, whatever would I do?
Stuff from old times
Odd as quaint rhymes
Hollow slant mimes
***** as light streams
Out of sight dreams
Verse of strange beams
Such fallen trade
Cascade loud made
Stuffy grain grade
Cheer old vintage
In sad mintage
Upon odd stage
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2018
Singapore
Written: May 19, 2024, For Hilo Poet Contest
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I hear achoo
Two sniffle snore
kids germs flu
stuffy nose, sore
Ooze rush home
clean to bore
Nero burned Rome
Outcried poems too
built brass dome
Old shops here
Odd stuffy cheer
Old things dear
Street wind well
Old cobbles tell
Odd tales dwell
Note time trace
An ancient race
In old grace
Old charms pitch
Hurls clumsy reach
In strange itch
Odd old rooms
Quaint fancy grooms
Allure blooms
Leon Enriquez
22 January 2018
Singapore
Water
Necessary
Relief
Quenching
Beautiful
Raging
Destructive
Terrible
Still
Necessary.
Air
Necessary
Cool
Breath
Warm
Hot
Humid
Stuffy
Dry
Cold
Necessary.
Fire
Necessary
Warmth
Heat
Cook
Toast
Burn
Char
Necessary.
Earth
Firm
Safe
Soft
Solid
Cracked
Gaping
Gone
Necessary.
Where there's no place for emotions,
And no stuffy restrictions ...
Where everything's self-love,
No matter who comes and goes...
A world beyond words...
Far away from hopes and despair,
Where no sentiments can bring you tear...
Perhaps, the place exists somewhere,
Someone... Take me there, take me there...
In stuffy days when I would dress to please
And barter for belonging with a look,
In fussy days when I would don a thought
To hide a naked need and make it prim--
I could have healed myself from expectations,
Remembering how God left Sunday school
With me when I was five, and how we both
Played in the mud and soiled our special clothes.
(This is Fiction)
There are usually a lot of things I should’ve done,
yet, this very moment, I’m thinking of just one.
I should’ve sent a check to pay the electric bill;
I could’ve seen the spider perched on the windowsill.
I couldn’t turn the light on, the room was hot ‘n stuffy.
Now, my poor, bitten hand is red, painful and puffy.
This expert excursion...
sweet sweet soliloquy?
Checking every bucket box,
chiming like strife to be?
Frank Zappa may have had his platter eaten-
Joseph Gobbles his Dotton feelie' wheels,
but made the park his whole weighted keel?
When you wouldn't leave the stuffy car to pray for a deal?
How can the forcery stars not end up real?
Listen to poem:
One day is stunning, the next a flop.
But who is the judge, and how to tell
good day from bad, a run of mill slop.
Dance in the rain after long dry spell.
Run inside from rain in garden shop.
Sunny days in winter are just swell,
in summer, when will the hot days stop?
Nights are stifling hot, stuffy as well.
Four Seasons in Best Days - Smorgasbord!
foam that will blind me
chemicals that will call me home
freefall so expensive
i can only afford to live
food that will hurl me
ingredients that will point at streetlights
vomit so extensive
i can only afford to starve
money that will hitch rides
mint that will lead to a stuffy nose and blurry vision
inflation so intensive
i can only afford to dream
Death brings peace to depressed souls
Like steam from a bowl
Soothing a stuffy nose
On a cold winter night
When ??re tired of a fight
Death brings clarity to confused minds
Like stars in a sky
Twinkling in an eye
Of those looking for a peace
In a world so mean
Death erases thoughts
Of a dream fought
Etched in a heart
Burning in desire
Wilted by life fire
He f***s like he writes poetry
With long strokes of dribbling ink
Stumbling through
stuffy
fragranced
adjectives.
Lights out
Verbs cast dim shadows
Squirming coldly in the moonlight.
One day I’ll find my Shakespeare.
Sniff my reeking rectum,
Smell it with your nose,
Inhale its lethal fumes,
It smells like a blooming rose,
Place your nostrils against my reeking rectum,
And indulge its rank, stuffy scent,
Put your nose right up my anus,
And delight until you’re spent,
Don’t be shy now,
Please don’t choose to delay,
Quickly sniff my rancid, stinking, reeking rectum,
And draw in its pungent bouquet.
Form:
Voice off the grid
Stuffy nose sore throat voice not submissive
motion detectors going off
submissive traffic jams
no one's listening
collusion so much
confusion
non bias
everyone's in the riot
no understanding
beautiful set of five
silicified
bonafide
no one else here to ride
I am caught in an emotional traffic jam
10/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...
But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.
Watching people walk on the street.
Tells so much about who they are.
The hurried with their great strides.
Those shifty eyed and guilty shuffles.
The high noses with stuffy little steps.
Waitresses with their swinging hips.
The care full who first test the water.
But crowds will part like the dead sea.
For one with the Italian shoe swagger!
date:9/1/2019
contest: swagger
sponsor: Line Gautier
I've been dealing with sniffles and snotty sneezes
But it's not Covid or other dreaded diseases
Feel a little stuffy
And my eyes are puffy
I need to get well so I can have hugs and squeezes
The good news is that I no longer have a fever
But don't exactly feel like being an eager beaver
Now I have some issues
I've used all the tissues
I should just cut off my nose with a meat cleaver
Curled upon the bed,Seeing visions upside down
Oh how this weather keeps me bound
Tired and achy is how my body feels
Sipping on freshly made tea
With lemon chunks and onion peels
Stuffy nose and watery eyes
I'm feeling worse as time goes by
With a high fever and sweaty feet
And a nauseous stomach I just can't eat
Congested I am, No one understands
At least in this way, Feeling blue.... I am today
A Poet’s Loss
I walked at length and wondered!
In the icy, pouring rain:_
Wind mercilessly howling,
What I had done in vain!
How a friendship went asunder!
My true, heartfelt,pain.
Your poet’s pen just scowling,
In stuffy, vain and arrogant disdain!
3-24-2022
* Stop thinking it was you! I wrote this
over a year ago! Even I do not know
who it was! PR