Short Willis Poems
Short Willis Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Willis by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Willis by length and keyword.
Bruce Willis the actor
Always plays a character
Who makes the world less dangerous
In an average of two hours or less.
Categories:
willis, funny
Form:
Clerihew
Walt Willis had a pain in the crotch.
He vowed to stop drinking so much scotch.
But that wasn't to blame
the cause was clearly plain.
His gut needed a belt with a new notch.
Categories:
willis, pain,
Form:
Limerick
Willis is a ghost
The indestructable was
Arnolds shoulders have yellow and black stripe
it's a bee back
Al Pacino is in a film with the smurfs
say hello to his little friends
Neo is an anagram of one
and also eon but whatever
Categories:
willis, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Join together in packs
Journey in Africa
Jaunt as prowling wolves and
jabber like little dogs
Jaws grip prey like a vice
Jugular bites will kill
Jolting Willis movie
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March 5th, 2017
Kim Merrymen Contest
Pleiades J
Categories:
willis, animal,
Form:
Verse
The Big Windy City
Is what people call it
Truly is lovely
But sometimes loud and bustling
The honking of horns
The screeching of brakes
When you look up you see the big Willis Tower
Looming down at you
Turn and see the cob
The one shaped like corn
The amazing museum
Science and Industry
Field Museum
The Art Institute
Even a small Swedish Museum
All in one city
Called The Big Windy City
Categories:
willis, chicago,
Form:
Free verse
Next month I'll be fifty
What rhymes with fifty?
Sixty
Ten years to make fifty
the new thirty
Get down and dirty
Like Stallone and Willis
Maybe buy a few guns
"Yeah we bad."
"How we gonna hit em Sly?"
"I don't wanna DIE HARD!"
"No John Wayne Gacy for me."
Try to breeth like Jack Nickelson
I can feel it allready
An unimaginable ammount
Of cool being showered
Down on me
All I have to do is
Keep my mouth shut
Categories:
willis, write
Form:
Free verse
I'm in the station when I hear the first shot
I run outside to the parking lot
Willis and Ferris are on the ground
Faces down
Blood pooling around
Blood rushes to my head
Are they alive or dead?
I begin to move towards them when another shot rings out
I feel something sharp hit me then I too am knocked out
I wake up in a strange room filled with wounded men
I count them and spot Willis and Ferris is beds 9 and 10
Categories:
willis, body, courage, identity, imagination, surreal, violence, writing,
Form:
Rhyme