Tate Poems - Poems about Tate

Andrew Tate Is An Invalid This Is For the Youth

Andrew Tate influencing kids 
but his peers think he’s stupid 
not someone you’d want to know 
what is he without his doe? 

Have you ever seen him smile 
have a laugh or look like fun 
a material Barbie boy lifestyle 
is he what you want to become 

The man is lacking intellect 
you don’t want

Categories: tate, boy, england, for him,
Form: Rhyme

Date Night At the Tate

Her voice sounds like she’s speaking through a fan when she whispers. She always whispers when we stroll through the colossal Tate. She’s cautious and quiet in case the art may
be eavesdropping. It all seems silly to me, Van Gogh had a hard enough time hearing when he was alive.

Hedging my bets, I say “I

Categories: tate, art, love,
Form: Prose

Spontaneous Tate and Procrastin Nate

SPONTANEOUS TATE AND PROCRASTINATE

Spontaneous Tate and Procrastin Nate, 
brothers getting ready for a special date.

Tate said “Nate, there's lots to do.”
Nate said, “Yes, I know! Just worry about you!”

Tate said “Nate, oh my, just look at the time.”
Nate said “Hey man, it's on my mind!”

Tate said, “I fear we'll meet our doom, 
if we're not

Categories: tate, heaven, spiritual, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Give Me Your Best James Tate

They called out "Nutmeg'" hurry up,
Fred is onstage and doesn't want another flop,
I'd been taking dancing lessons overnight,
hoping my under eye bags wouldn't cause too much fright,

Fred in his usual top hat and tails,
while I wore a dress as big as a sloop sail,
grabbing my hands and swinging me all around,
the director watching us with

Categories: tate, dance, dream, humor,
Form: Light Verse

Fromage, James Tate Style

I once shocked you
by my Queen Maud Fromage poem,
remembering a time
when the good Queen Maud
choked on the heavy stuff.

Her courtiers were 
about her suddenly,
and Queen Maud was
thumped on royal back
most thoroughly...

Thoroughly, yes thoroughly...
I have it on good report.
A doctor would not lie to me
about Queen Maud, now,
would he so?

The event put Queen off
the cheese for

Categories: tate, food, imagery, surreal,
Form: Light Verse

Moto Guzzi Outside the Tate

Moto Guzzi outside the Tate
Oh glistening awesome motor stallion
your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen
you are indeed a work of art
each time I mount your leather saddle
your growling maelstrom  comes to meet
your parody of love and travel
lest not to trust the judge’s gavel
thus speed the seed the heavens open
red as lust and sunshine clear
shine the

Categories: tate, art,
Form: Ekphrasis

My Dedication To Tate

From the time we met I will never forget how nice and, down to earth you was
your smile lit up the sun and, touched my very soul I always thought of you
saying many good things about you hoping one day see you again

In your passing I never how smart you were I never knew how

Categories: tate, dedicationday, life, endurance,
Form: Rhyme

James Tate

An old man, few niceties, some stuttering
and near collapses. "I long to be abducted,"
he intones. Doesn't look up.

The first read through I can only see
his hands and a little white tuft under his lip
quivering. His voice is gruff and low, but
we're all laughing and our gaze is warm.
If he feels any of it, we can't

Categories: tate, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse

Dear Tate

For all the time I knew I always loved you I always thought of you
 meant so much to me when you left it hurt me I never knew
how tall you are how smart you are I wish I have heard some of

the things you said the way you expressed your many thoughts
you are the

Categories: tate, dedicationme, dream, dream, hope,
Form: Rhyme