Short Wheeze Poems
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A fine breeze
Too cold but I wheeze
My chest is squeezing
Let me breathe some air before I seize
Grind to a halt and freeze
The Malls are filled with Christmas trees
And every one will make me sneeze
No frosty spray
Will save the day
Zealots dub it, "Lumberjack Wheeze".
Pungent scent plays on the breeze ~ what a stink!
One I think, makes me sneeze
Gagging with each breath, I wheeze
Because of that moldy cheese!
Love bananas with my puffies
Makes me squirm in my undies
Wanna climb trees
But it makes me wheeze
Guess I'll just get back to my guppies
I ache from my nose to my knees;
I sniffle and snuffle and wheeze.
A small tot of rum
might settle my tum,
but what should I take for a sneeze?
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Old man mushroom sat in the middle of the trees
Feeling the power of the April winds and breeze
It tickled his coat, made him cough and wheeze
He loved his place, where the winds did tease.
allergies make me cough, wheeze, hack and sneeze
I’d like to not be allergic, if you please
but God had other ideas, and so I sneeze and wheeze
Unsure why some of us have these terrible allergies.
There once was an old car that was quite spry,
It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh.
Its engine would wheeze
On the road, with such ease
Yet, newer models are no match
for a car of that batch!
This day of Autumn shivered
And then did sneeze.
A thousand gold-leafed foiling
Of birch, beech spilt.
Soon, and colder, will it be
Known for its wheeze.
What from off each bough, dance-frozed
Spooks finch's lilt.
Pop
hiss
hoot
meow
pow
whose
poop
knock knock knock
bang bang
locked
tick tock
whistle
whizz
wheeze
whimsy
wreck
shoot
smash
mish mash
toot
sissy
ring ring
mawl
freeze
hang
shoot
zeees
her parents were hard of hearing but refused to wear aids
making Miss Polly the loudest croc in the everglade
we swamp people knew she was coming every single time
not only was she unusually loud, but she tended to wheeze and whine.
It’s a nasty disease.
Infection spreads by sneeze.
If you get it, you’ll wheeze.
Intense fever and chills,
Illness that sometimes kills.
Injected with vaccine,
Immunity is seen.
2/25/2017
For contest Pleiades I
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Achoo, Achoo
Miracle Man
9/7/2024
I rise each morning chomping at the bit,
because allergies are giving me a near fit.
As I blow, and I sneeze,
I breathe with a wheeze,
I’m glad it’s nothing that I can transmit.
A nose malady
autumn smells of burning leaves
inhalers handy
smoky trails wind heavenward,
‘midst sneezes I wheeze a word
Written November 12, 2022
Submitted to "Hiku, Footle, Tanka" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
I'm an old man and I may wheeze.
I may cough and I may sneeze.
If I do any one of these,
don't spank me over your knees.
I may snuffle and I may snort,
I may not grow taller, but instead grow short.
If I do anything of this sort,
don't laugh so hard that you abort.
Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.
Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.
The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.
I want
This.
I must
Have this.
I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.
At dusk one remembers
the bleak solitude
of sunless clouds and dark sea;
in mid-altitude
winds lash them and wheeze...
as trees are being drenched with
the cold tears of clouds.
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Wonder Of Dusk In Seguilla "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 9/28/2012
every breath was a wheeze
sometimes it sounded more like a whistle
who was making this sound?
I stilled myself the best I could
my nose was whistling
my mouth was wheezing
two perks of being an asthmatic
add the perk of having to struggle to breathe
and you are part of this party
Wizened old lady read the leaves
two taunted her, a gentle tease
she heard a cough and a wheeze
leaves transmogrified with a sneeze
door slammed shut by a hardy breeze
what do they say? asked young Louise
You’ll have a good life she said with ease.
Old hag who raised bullfrogs and bees.
On the precipice of a dream,
Thirty years in the making,
I have a wheeze in my chest,
And my breathe says "Chu Cha. Chu Cha"
And I wonder whether God will take me home before I get to see my dream come true.
And then I realize, heaven is a dream too!!!
Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Chu Cha, Ahh!!!
What is life, but the whisper of a dream?
Or is it a nightmare,
And we're caught in the scene?
Our limbs won’t obey,
As we try to break free.
And what can we do,
When we can't even breathe?
Our breath frozen in our lungs,
As we continue to wheeze.
And we fall down dead,
But wait...life is but a dream.
All glow 'tween the stratosphere
Underneath, among the breeze
I am shining about the air stream
Amazingly calm among the dream
Crying delicately with a wheeze
Pure horizon ahead
A gentle wind be as yet
As the wisp sings in the sunset
All shivering underneath the blow
Wind is thy love-melody mellow
With my plucky granddaughter, I'm ne'er bored.
She saunters at connate emblems and depth.
And the way the fay sway with her.
Five-year-old darts on slight span.
Brilliant, brittle crane drum,
Tall, hefty gist sight,
Pitch in limns burns.
With swish rifts.
Wingbeats
wheeze.
First, He stripped me of my knees
Thank the Lord, I didn’t wheeze
Then He robbed me of my sight
I thanked the Lord for the peaceful night
Next my hearing dimmed
I thanked the Lord for gossip trimmed
And when my mind began to go
I thanked Him for what I didn’t know
T run with fear
From my death
Seeing white smoke
From my breath
Starting to shiver
Beginning to freeze
Sprinting so fast
Starting to wheeze
When I stopped
Thats when I fell
Trying to escape this freezing hell
When I am free
I begin to cry
Tears of joy
Run down my eye
All because
I know I'm alive...
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