Short Yapping Poems
Short Yapping Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Yapping by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Yapping by length and keyword.
Her teacher is yapping again.
She resents it, it takes away from her nap time.
Do you sleep with your eyes open? Her girlfriends ask.
Must, she replies. It comes in handy in class.
Ghost and ghouls groaning,
Youths, yapping yelling;
Trick or treat…teasing
In sweet and sweat season.
Sweets storm the street,
Stones substitute sweet;
Grown ups fails to greet
…Troubled by’ trick or treat’
He was obnoxious almost to the point of repulsive
Constant banter escaped his always yapping jowls
He gave you no space or peace, monopolizing all conversation
Many stopped attending family reunions due to this brazen boor
Torrents pound ground.
Raincoat over head
going for the mail.
Small dog - large voice
yapping on and on.
Dog now howling,
Lake Erie has thrown
a bucket
of cold water over its head.
It could happen,
it's a very Great Lake.
Any Bright, Coherent Deist Effects
Fascist Groups Honing Illusions
Justifying Killing, Lending Moral Notoriety
Oppressively Proselytizing Quasi Religious Sanctimoniousness
Tailgating Unabashedly Viciously With Xeroxlike Yapping Zeal.
words can put you off the stroke,
constant yapping they invoke,
loss off concentration, chokes,
romance just aint a rapping,
dingoes dongers flappin...
round the slippery slidin slopes...
thank you Ruben O
"from the prison"
Don
American Beauty can do everything,
from graduating High School,
intercede.
Judge kindly,
love,
multitask,
never overlooking passion.
Qualified referee,
singing tolerance.
Universal value,
warmhearted Xanthippe,
yapping zealously!
Silence
in the clank of the button
on my blue jeans
tumbling in the dryer
Silence
in the ceaseless yapping
of the dog locked outside
next door
Silence
in the booming stereo
from the truck parked
out front
Deafening cacophony
in the silence
from you
Diamante
Puppy
small, cuddly
yapping, pawing, licking
playful, energetic, fun, adolescent
clawing, barking, nibbling
massive, lap-loving
Dog
This poem is in dedication to my lap loving, 75lb pit-bull!!
His name is SCOOBS...
Jared Pickett
4/13/2012
The city rattling,
Feet trampling,
Faces focusing,
Engines purring,
Drivers sighing,
Music drifting,
Ads whoring,
Johns buying,
Click Clack,
Shoppers yapping,
Money swearing,
Tills ringing,
Workers wishing,
Cameras spinning,
Wealthy plotting,
And me weeping for eternity.
• Will you, won't stop your yapping?
• Leaving me scornful with my foot tapping
• Should you, need you waste our time?
• Bickering about needless and petty things
• Do learn to mute it sometime
• 'Cause my leave will leave me with glee
• With the knowledge that I'm finally free
Some wings are for flapping
while others are for soaring – It's
just a fact; as some mouths are for
yapping...while others, really say
something I want to hear –
If I am not making myself clear:
I mean, to me, feathers are feathers...
and I am far to old, to spend precious
time, deciding if gibberish or Tongues? –
Have you noticed that
My fat bottom lip
Is about twice the normal size
When it gets to a-yapping
And starts in on its flapping
A safe distance would be wise
Because all the dribble
Meets in the middle
Using it like a diving board
And when the spittle is sent
You're bound to get drenched
From my lips to yours you've been warned
For my entire life
I've always been on the brink
of annihilation.
A cold war child
a nuclear age child
petrified of being exposed
to the fallout, child
Under a wooden desk
covering porcelain neck
the unforgiving sirens.
Teachers yapping at us to keep our heads covered.
Seven years of age
stressed out by the alphabet
A thoroughly undiagnosed dyslexic
finally shut her trap,
did the job
of being herself,
letting me
observe
in the quiet—
god,
the yapping
made her,
too human
it's like she thought
she was the artist.
now look:
line breaks
sharp again—
enough to keep
breaking
backs, morale,
slogging
the ten-ton-taken-for-granted
stones
up-up-up
Sisyphean hills,
still—
I miss her
jibber jabber.
I wear my little dogs like bedroom slippers
They rush about the house, those little nippers
The black one and nut brown
Up the staircase down
Sometimes we go to town
In my bedroom gown.
They run with me upon them through the woods
I love them more than all my wealth and goods
With hair flung out behind
There's nothing on my mind
My doggies are so kind
It matters not I'm blind.
I once lived with a yapping trash-licker
a two faced dead soul and side back kicker
she treated me like a tart~
I didn't like her rotting fart
makes my golden fringe cringe, and grow thicker..
She’s a noodle-haired witch..selling old fries
flying in over-sized panties, she cries
begging to be seen, she craps,
beware of her diss rap traps
I ain't her nanny to sing when she lies..
the bleeding eyes of justice
vulture claws at the victim’s soul
the blind lady feels what
she hopes is rain
as drops of the victims
blood splatters her blackened robe
she makes her stand
persecuted by yapping chickens
with blood on their hands
as the thunder clap echoes
through the hall
she stuns them all
as a dove white as snow
fly’s to her and whispers
“GUILTY” for the earth to see
Kitchen catastrophes,
kitty got into the closet
the cat has a key
cold cuts today
no time to cross the equator
in a clapped-out cart.
New Year beer
hob-knobbing with the cousins
from down under.
Skype skipping,
excruciating words
not napping but yapping on.
Kaleidoscopic clips of memories
auld lang syne -ing,
merry making
with the madcap amigos.
Cat nipping,
kitty got out of the closet
she got a key
in me.
The black dogs barking
Sending you mad
Howling like crazy
Baying and whining
Driving you mad
Telling you this
Telling you that
Making up the future
Changing the past
Invading you’re thoughts
With the what and the why
and the how and the who
No time for logic
No room for common sense
The black dog is braying
Relentless won’t stop
Yapping and crying
The thing will not stop
Growling and snarling
Sending you mad
Milking time
breaking dawn, the sun slowly rising in the east
as early morning mist evaporates, all is quiet and still
in the distance, a cow bellows.
a cottage door opens and a maid emerges.
in her hands the milking stool and pail
later she returns to the dairy
cows gather at gate
black dogs yapping at their heels
the milkmaid awaits
welcome the warm byre
maid rests her head on cow’s flank
creamy milk pours forth
Up in the front
They fight and gather
Yip yapping
'Bout the chickens dirty feathers
If you come round back
You can see the behind
But even if facts were presented
They would never find
...fault
Every new member
Tries to locate their spot
But the heifers protest
'Bout what they ain't got
Sun shinning brightly
Pond calling for cool rest
The mature ones are in
While heifers decide the best
...guide
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-17-2022