Short Tall Tale Poems
Short Tall Tale Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tall Tale by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tall Tale by length and keyword.
Tall tale possessed
Dark heart held ransom
Handsome silver tongued
Slang sucker-punched
Black his blue eyes
Wince at nothing
But truth testified
Come all ye, kiss that blarney stone
Join in the legend and be known
For the gift of gab
Ye come kiss the slab
Eloquence and luck shall be shown
Downs a gulp of beer
He treats us to another tall tale
Reviving the stuff of folklore
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A Tall Tale
Dragons fly on by
Through the rye
Through the sky
So, so, so high
On top, a guy
Loosen the tie
It is my, he must die
A tale, a lie
A sigh,
My, oh my
Farmer Fred it is said;
Is the best milker ever bred.
He can squeeze’m;
Fast as you please’m;
And it’s no tall tale;
He can fill a milk pail,
Quicker and cleaner,
Then any milk machine’r.
Trump and Tall Tale of Betrayal
Knew that it would be without fail;
Trump was telling another tall tale;
Everyone believes,
That he deceives;
To others actions were a betrayal.
Jim Horn
Air from Sail of Trump
Each time when we will see Trump's sail,
Was with no air and he was looking pale;
Without motion;
No commotion;
We might have reached end to a tall tale.
Jim Horn
*this was inspired by 'tall tales' that were collected and written by Zora Neale Hurston...this is meant to be humorous*
I knew a woman
who loved a man
so much she
couldn't hardly
take his touch
she would faint,
wake up, and such
I worked with a lady called ‘Titch’
Though tiny, she was quite a witch
So bitter and twisted
Her faults can’t be listed
We re-named her the office *****!
Total fiction… I did have a boss we called the dodecahedron… let’s just say she was more than two faced lol
04~17~17
Through thoughts of mind
Stronger every day
Remember we pray
A warm embrace
To wipe your face
No heart that has grieved
God shall every leave
Tall tale that tells it all
Love shall never fall
Amongst the stars of the night
His robe shines bright
Jesus rose with the moon
The same light that filled his tomb
My big old dog had no tail
He laid around because he was frail
He ran away with June
Frisky living on the moon
Dinner is fried green and blue quail
Date Written:2/28/2022
HowManySyllables.com
Legend of Copenhagen says tree troll is a tale.
He is a wooden giant who drank way too much ale
This tall tale was fed to me by gullible cousin Gale.
Who also heard that tree troll devoured greens and kale.
We searched for this rascal over many hills and dale,
His infectious story was spreading fast without fail
Every version that came back to me was fun, never stale.
He came upon me
like the midnight madness
Brought me signs of reason
and days of happiness.
Showed me the likes
of a true womans worth
He spoke of big dreams
and whisked me off my turf.
Took me to places
I had never been
Gave me the courage
I needed to live again.
For this is no tall tale
just my love story
of man named C. Virgil
and my newest life journey.
Form:
I like poignant writings from the heart
clever lines that hook you from the start.
I admire a tall tale if you can spin a yarn
not pedantic but nothing suited for a barn
I love hand picked words that exude charm
and even the dramatic ones that sound every alarm
I love poetry that is sublime and elevates itself
the kind I say that I wish I had written it myself
AP: 3rd place 2025
One Lost Shoe
What to do:
Find the lost garden shoe.
Look here and there with detective flare.
Searching won’t fail; so, don’t pull out your curly hair!
Begin sniffing here, there; it has to be somewhere.
Grizzly bears smell, stinky shoes; then, flail!
So, forget your tall tale.
And inhale!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 24, 2010
Poetic Form-LIST: Trois-par-Huit as created by Lorraine M. Kanter
I think the spaceman tells tall tales I allowed.
Others were excited by his stories; I was not wowed.
Today he told me about a planet that he caught.
And an interplanetary catfish that was full of red snot.
They might be true, a girl said to me; her name is Naïve.
She was aptly named by parents who had grieved.
Because her sister Common Sense had died at birth.
I had no words for her, but I felt some mirth.
I look for you within the night.
With tall tale words of wishful flight.
Thy eyes are gazed upon you brightly.
With hopes, and dreams at heart.
I do not believe in Fairy tales, But a yearning in my heart.
I seize to fantasize of unrealistic things.
For my knight in shinning armor has faded with thy dreams.
For when my eyes are open, and reality settles in.
If only you could turn back time, and do it all again.
dark dark force drawing me nigh
higher and higher into the sky.
falling falling tumbling there callling
a werewolf malling ones soul
another pole runer enters hell
a spirit landed and fell
baring tall tale foes its bell
demons compell me allthough
a witch reading me a weary spell.
calling my soul into a shell,were she
has hiden it deep in a well.
julie ann mcginnis 10/30/06
Meandering digression as you ran to your man cave.
Full of contempt, with no one to save.
Learning to differentiate your burdensome emotional baggage.
While I sit by the stove top cooking some cabbage.
A tattered room full of mold and mildew.
No perfume, to dignify your smell.
Of bellowing hate while your false dignitary acted like a tall tale.
As, I stood all alone opening the mail.
Development detachment of devoid
While I played my loud music to drown out the noise.