Short Woody Poems
Short Woody Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Woody by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Woody by length and keyword.
Woodrow Wilson Guthrie
sang about the people who lived roughly
he wrote and sang earthy songs a plenty
and he was friend and mentor to many
I once trick-or-treated...goodie, goodie!
I had wore, a sock with a hoodie
People were all so surprised
When they all had realized
I was walking around with a woody
There was an old man in the nude,
His wife was a bit of a prude,
As winter got chilly,
He played with his willy,
And asked if she’d rather be screwed.
For Andrea’s contest
Everyone seems ashamed of their nudity
I blame it all on the mayor of prudity
BUTT if she weren't so plump
she'd be flashing more rump
and more men would be driving home woody
"the Tom Woody tree"
apparently a perennial
annually coming back
pseudonyms of him
though i don't know
misunderstand
misunderstood
could be
would be
but
not
me
but
them
and
him
Old Man Named Woody
There was an old man named Woody
Always asked himself if could he?
he then walked lots
then smoked two more pots
he couldn't get up and stood-he.
Written: Oct. 30, 2015
Theresa
munching with my mate
buxom burgundy berries
autumn pigeon date
( I have a red guava tree which the wood pigeons love, eating 30 berries in one go - just swallow after swallow. Usually leave all fruit for them.)
More than hushed up refuges
A pooled water, stilly
Old, lickened benched as treed round.
Your inner depths can sound!
If not the samctums of monks
Breathe slow, too, with eyes shut
And alike, dim-lit, concealed
As holy; for what's healed.
Woody Woodpecker happily pecks in his tree-house decent,
mean landlady Meany evicts him, for he doesn’t pay the rent.
So, he plans his antics, stops real estate to sprawl in his forest,
tricks Lance, the harassed lawyer, to gift him a new tree-nest.
woody woodpecker had a laugh that carried us through the day
We cheered as he pecked his bill into every tree with a hey hey hey
He was like a jackhammer, this hilarious cutey pie with hair of red
His enemies were flummoxed by him, they tried to make him dead
Woody Wood-Pecker
Does anybody remember the cartoon Wood Wood-Pecker?
Always used to laugh, do, play and sing to say so what the hecker
The show sure did last
He surely did fast
And did you know he’d really never and pick at your pecker.
Written: 1/30/15
Theresa Marie
Elmo Hit Woody Woodpecker
Woody Woodpecker was going too fast he hit dust
When Elmo ran right after him in earnest eager must
Oh my, oh my, that was a real wild hit and bad image
Too bad for Woody Woodpecker looked like a squashed spinach.
Written Aug. 20, 2015
Theresa Marie
Woody the pigeon
Lives in the tree
Can you imagine
Such a glee
A lifetime partner
To share his days
With eggs to father
That his girl layed
Woody the pigeon
Shared his tree
With beautiful imogen
The girl he needs
The little eggs hatch
Out pops thier chicks
Hunting worms to catch
For his broods fix
Woodys family nest
Up in the tree
Is simply the best
Lifetime for he
An oldest wood existing still with a ray of hope
Enlightens her children with mighty words to cope.
She speaks: Struggles are indispensable art of life
We should stay faithful to God and hardly strive.
Though humans aim to destroy us for money
Always shower positive seeds dipped in honey~
Must pray not to lose our broken wobbly boughs,
As many lives cling upon us with lamenting echoes !
I saw a Woodpecker up a tree.
He looked very cross-eyed to me.
This woodpecker could not peck,
The poor bird was a wreck.
His pecker had dropped off,
When he very loudly coughed.
I saw him banging his head repeatedly,
Because it was time for his tea.
Woody soon felt very weak.
You can't be a woodpecker without a beak.
I realized why he looked cross-eyed to me,
He kept banging his head upon the tree.
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Gossamer wings display angelic quality
Empyrean dragonflies surround her
with ethereal ambiance
and with trailblazing elan
a bardess takes flight,
stirring our muses to
greater heights
Poetic princess with a golden pen
her true beauty lies deep within
she's an empress of empathy
compassionate toward all
equinox moon goddess
glowing white bright,
bleeding ink
~Collaboration with Tom Woody
Woody sonnet
I tried to be a carpenter, soft wood
and a screwdriver to make shelves for
I have many manuscripts that I have not
the heart to throw into the flames
In case what I'm looking for is there
The girl in the shop said I could not
carve a name on the shelves, she
handed me sandpaper to erase
The titles I had given the shelves
Failure one and failure fifty-four
She, the girl in the shop, gave me
a plastic hammer for free
A WOODY PREDICAMENT'S RETRIEVAL
Here stumped in the forest of life:
Where would we be without trees
And their sage planking of life?
Would, if I could, say where;
But I’m here, lost in the woods!
May the rod and staff of faith
Navigate me in liberty’s grace
In the coming branching of the
Spring of the treeing of my life;
Healing fruits of peace, love, and joy,
Bringing proverbial holly jolly retrieval:
“I once was lost, but now, I’m found:-”