Vladimir Poems - Poems about Vladimir

Vladimir Putin

Vladimir Putin
needs a swift ****-bootin'!
Stop inflicting so much pain
on the brave people of Ukraine!

An Interior Mechanism

"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.

Newborn bid

How Many Putins Are There Anyway

It is. It isn't. Is it him today?
It might be Putin, or it might be not
How many Putins are there anyway?

That's not his chin. It is. It's hard to say
The space between his eyes is not a lot
It is. It isn't. Is it him today?

He's out among the crowds. Oh happy day!
All former paranoias are

Vladimir Stole Santa's Reindeer

There's been a breaking news report about Santa's reindeer.
While flying over Russia, they were lassoed by vile Vladimir!
"I'm determined to ruin Christmas for everyone this year.
Too many smiling faces in the world," he said with a sneer.

An envelope arrived at the Kremlin. Postage was first class.
And a note scribbled from a poet's hand, that was

Vladimir Putin

Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for medical treatment..
His children study in europe..
If he die he will be buried in his native country..
Pakistan is just a cemetery for Pakistanis...
How could a cemetery be developed???

Ukraine Poems

These are poems for Ukraine and Ukrainians. 

We Are Here
by Michael R. Burch

“We are here.” – Volodymyr Zelensky

We are here. Were are here.
And we won’t disappear.
We are here. We are here. We are here.

We are here. Have no fear,
our position is clear.
We are here. We are here. We are here.

And yet we need help.
Will earth’s

Sonnet On Vladimir Putin

This satanic one lives in a dark, lonely place
He’s thoroughly engrossed in pelfishness,
Utterly devoid of virtue, principle, and grace
He is lounging in narcissism and selfishness.
While he views other leaders with disdain,
Claiming his greatness with disgusting ego
He clearly cares only for what is his domain
And those who recognize it will rate him a zero.

V. Putin --

Vladimir

Vladimir is short and bald 
He’s not a nice person 
He goes riding on a horse
he hasn’t got a shirt on 

He’s a modern Robin Hood 
If Robin Hood was mental 
One day soon a bullet
flying through his temple 

Vladimir the cavalier 
riding with no shirt on 
He’s short and bald 
and those two things

Clutched By Anxiety Compliments Vladimir Putin

Yours truly borrows a phrase
courtesy the great bard
also known as
William Shakespeare's Hamlet:
"For 'tis the sport ...
Hoist by one's own petard
meaning "victimized or hurt 
by one's own scheme”.

The aforementioned excerpt
hopefully describes the fate
to befall president of Russia.

Nevertheless, unseen 
talon sharp claws...
dig deep into mine
psyche soft underbelly
piercing bedrock of
core (puss) being
akin to butter knife
slicing thru peanut
butter and

Vladimir Putin Finally Messes Up

Honestly I abhor the Rain
Russia-triggered in Ukraine
A deluge as finishing as A Plague
All its relevance fastened on The Vague…

Vladimir finally choosing to mess up,
All along longing to with the Devil Sup…

Consolingly I believe in Sanction,
Certain it falls not to function;
A trust in more closures of Russia’s Banks
For a corresponding reduction of battle-field tanks;
A booing at

Vladimir Putin and Ukraine

To understand is Vladimir
That he might lives mar 
And when it gets to shooting 
I shall be shouting “Putin!”

Tactlessly commencing a conflict 
That would injuries inflict 
And as tactlessly amassing a train 
Of soldiers who are dead to pain.

Wonderful is The Brain: 
A time to use it by Ukraine;
Where’s the Canaan in Crimea 
That to

Youth, Time, Night Sky and Heaven's Blessed Voice, Second Poets Tribute Series, Vladimir Nabokov

Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!

Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true as, morning's dew glistens
Should we not thus seek, blessings so

I'M In Love, and All the Disturbed Birds By Vladimir Mayakovsky

I'm in love, and all the disturbed birds
will soar into this pearl sky,
Cannot be silent, and I
feel that I'm part of your thoughts!
I'm in love! From the streets of the city
a thousand times will be reflected, words 
in envious echo will resonate.
That is the superfeeling 
of the superman, it's great!
Call an ambulance, firefighters, police...Do you

Autumn By Vladimir Nabokov

Gold is covering emerald leaves,
I can see cloudy heaven is numb,
Asters, dahlias blooms among grieves
like a garland they cannot succumb.

Little rain is annoying sometimes,
It is hanging like muddy cobweb, 
The wind plays with the foliage that lies,
It will fly away newly, don't grab.

And sometimes daring ray of sunshine
will burn lightly with its rare kiss,
Clouds run

Putheism

You smoke, you drink, you have no wife,
It's Putin making your bad life.
And when it's hot, and when it's cold,
It's all Vladimir Putin's fault.

When you're upset and there's no hope,
When you have got unwanted job,
It's Putin done, because who else 
does not want make you Prince of Wells.

He's evil guy, he wants no peace,
He makes

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