your tiger can snore
through the wayside and justice
her aether will be
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
_Scene: After the fight_
His snore filled the room now,
Like air inside a balloon.
Thoughts run like sprinters in her mind.
Steady. Distant. A retreat.
Sonia stood. Always standing.
Her eyes locked on the door.
Not wood. Not paint.
An exit.
The course was set,
Like the stubborn August breeze.
Purpose sharpened in her chest.
The bulb still buzzed.
The night was almost over.
For two who once joked they were lovers.
She breathed. She was ready.
My Valentine a giant with huge feet
He loves to cuddle up close to me
Yet I don’t adore
Sound of his snore
Like a motorcycle slowly dying
I once had a friend named Kishore,
Who during sleep always did snore;
One day he went for camping,
He staged his feat while sleeping,
Eversince, friends called him a bore.
One couple of days, cloudless sky cried for streams to drink;
The birds couldn’t fly till they soared to the brink.
Meanwhile, sleep fled my bed—and within my dream,
I was speechless; the words I spoke filled a stream.
When I awoke, I snored for a long while;
When rain had ceased, I walked in heavy rains a mile.
Then a friend shouted my name he never knew—
In the cloudless sky, the cloud turned blue.
It was in the morning
When I heard him snoring
Like loud like a lion
He who falls from my eyes
Every sense feeling nonsense
Early lights in goosebumps
Served myself a red riddle
Leaving me tortured and energetic
Shooting my lungs to no air
My kidneys helped me breathe
Each cough counting complaints
In a peaceful war against the snore
It was at the noon
When I took the spoon
As slowly as a chameleon
I heard with my idle itchy iris
The solo sweetness of sugar
The extent the morning envied
The signalled shock swiftly slowed
At this cold clock I realised
You'll possibly progress into pains
In cheerful charming your chains
I needed bread! I had bread!
Was then full a hundred
It was in the evening
When he saw me shoutly quiet
In twilight trails similar to noon
All that split my peas into pies
I had no more morning mourns
More morning laughs had me
Having counted wooly sheep
was woken from a deep delta sleep
in the middle of the night
thought I'd heard a pig snort
but no that can't be right
tho' kicked out of bed
and landing on my head
knew where I stood
for delegated to the floor
then relegated to the room next door
when in no uncertain terms she said,
'You're sawing wood, you snore!'
Not as such a silk purse,
but a sow's ear would be worse.
Not so much a pig in a poke
(jiggery-pokery),
more a poke at a pig in a joke
(piggery-jokery).
All in all,
Sy-hokery!
I can’t answer that question~ I always fall asleep before my wife does
In days of yore
her husband snored
Her nightly grief
knew no relief
But then by chance
she learned to pole-dance
which promptly cleared his sinuses
~ Though that had its plusses and minuses
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor
I love every hair upon your head
Although you've hardly any left Fred
Oh, those silver strands
I stroked with my hands
Are appearing all over the bed.
I’m peeved that you complain Eleanor
I am hearing from you when you snore
And you talk in sleep
To a guy named Pete
But admit I award it a Cor!
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
If elephants could jump it would destroy the decor
Have you ever pondered why chickens can't snore
Or why elephants can't jump all four feet off the floor
Chickens don't have noses
In fact they don't have toesies
And if an elephant could jump, it would destroy the decor
there was a boy named Cory
one night he claimed great glory
his moniker came
he arose to fame
his snoring laudatory
Never weighed a sin before;
Never able to weigh a snore;
Or weigh a laugh or a smile;
Or weigh the words in a trial.
Never weigh my whole soul
Not able to weigh my goal;
Weigh sound of a bird chip;
Know weight of baby burp.
Cannot weigh a bee buzz
Or in the air floating fuzz
Weight feeling that I found
Weigh circle which is round.
Will wait to compare weight;
Amount of weight in a trait
Also weight of each prayer;
Feelings that are hard to bare.
Weighed what was fair amount
Having learned how to count;
While I weighed an amenity
But could never an infinity.
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