I am over it,
I'm cancelling it,
Marriage? I am not a vow,
Until I see what I saw,
I left the effect of Aww,
I lead my life in a soar,
Please, I don't even need to listen,
My skin is still glowing and porcelain,
There is nothing to claim,
Please, for all my attornies to shut down his name,
I have my own game,
They are all the same,
I am waiting for someone special,
I don't need to feel regret,
The drama is already on set,
We just met,
I listen to the Angel's harp,
The melody is so well-played,
Still don't know me,
I get myself ahead of the game,
I am not your fool anymore,
As I am searching for more,
I would not allow myself to soar,
Without my new lover,
Who does not take me for a sober,
That one is not my beauty rival,
I already have another arrival,
Of my foremost Idol,
Whom they mistook for her,
They are like snobbish and snorty goblins,
Trying to snatch away the frenzies and even my Clairins,
I have my reasons,
Unlike her, she is not herself,
Blown out of proportion,
Oh, she bit herself again,
Bye, bye not seeing you again.
Categories:
snorty, 12th grade, allusion, analogy,
Form: Blank verse
A whispered shhh hung in the air
Tall grass rustled nearby
A slight sniffy, snorty snout sound
Preceded the crinkly crunch of dry grass
Sweat slithered across my brow
A large head appeared
Violently shaking
Hanging jowls jousting
Saliva arcing aimlessly
A growl ruffling the air
We ran
Screams scurrying ahead
Saliva spewing demon behind
Fear fueled our flight
Her hand thinly slipping from mine
She fell
The demon approached
We heard her
Breathlessly shriek
“DAD
….CALL THE DOG”
Categories:
snorty, fun, imagination, onomatopoeia,
Form: Free verse
I love women at forty
Because they too become snorty
Now whom to complain dear...
Equality expels all my fear
Forty makes you more matured
Love bond makes us endured
Now finding poetry in you...
Living poetry gives me cue
25.01.16
Categories:
snorty, care, funny, love, poetry,
Form: Couplet
I went to the page with a dry eye?
nary a whimper
certainly no sigh.
What was this odd mysterious state;
this slight chest tickle,
this bouncy gait?
Tigeer the Tiger would know, I’m sure;
what are these eye crinkles
this snorty-like snore?
And, where in the hell
did I hide this guffaw?
I went to the page with twinkling eye,
a wee small chortle
certainly, No sigh?
Why it’s happiness, bubbling up from inside,
happiness damn! I can’t even hide.
Giggles causing tickles inside my chest
har-de-har-arrrrrr’s and all of the rest.
Like Tigeer the Tiger letting go of a roar;
it’s simply, most simply so extraordinoir.
You’ve uncapped me, undone me,
pulled loose the cork;
Next thing I know
You run for a fork?
Categories:
snorty, happinesstiger,
Form: Rhyme