Wart Poems - Poems about Wart

...A poet’s journey as goes on A winding wobbly road That hath many ups and downs known, To me it scarce sounds odd Were he to see dusk with the dawn, And pens a Palinode. Comes old age and co......Read the rest...

... Child of floor and shackle mocks, a cooperation of physic-circumstance. A stalwart drag, stale wart brags. Dungeon, so damp, the bottom feeding vampires in vitro. Morph of mind sired, ......Read the rest...

..."Wart you laughing at" There once was a witch with a wart Who liked to tell jokes and hold court She had all the bats laughin' Then the vamp in his coffin Surprised everyone with a snort "L......Read the rest...

...Sleep in the day, I say because I tire Shh don't tell a soul that I'm a vampire Coffin lid ajar for air I'm safe enough in my lair Curtains not closed, ouch my balls are on fire (dud) There on......Read the rest...

...Witches are wizened hags With long nose and loose hair Wart nosed ugly spirits Wicked ramblers of night Who ride on bristly brooms Wielders of black magic Weird sisters in Macbeth...Read the rest...

...Wicked hexing creatures Wagging their evil tongues while casting ancient spells Wart faced old hags. Women who recite sorcery, with newt eyes in cauldrons Wretches grouped in covens......Read the rest...

...when we would rehearse shallow we had found our purse things will become worse we could comprehend that rules will have to amend prayers to God send mouth started to sag when he had been k......Read the rest...

...Worry often goes in hand with love. When all the dark clouds accumulate above. When all your fears form a throng. And you have that feeling something is wrong. It seems natural to think t......Read the rest...

...If you spend too much time worrying That you'll never find love, You probably won't. If you spend no time worrying That you love the wrong person, You probably don't. You worry 'bout this, You......Read the rest...

..."It's not easy being the real frog in the fairy tale." -- on the real frog the wart of Reality * * * Each time a rhymester scribbles of self-love, of pregnant virgins, "souls......Read the rest...

...I looked up one day and my childhood was gone. My memory faded and it didn’t take long. My slice of the pie, Has turned in crumbs. Shadows of ghosted memories Have made my heart numb. So ta......Read the rest...

...She was yer postcard type of witch Long black cloak and red striped hose Pointy hat and straggly raggly hair Even wart of requisite size on nose Miaowly cat of evil demeanour Balanced there on h......Read the rest...

...I felt a probe of feline eyes While Merlin stretched on sun-drenched sill; He mentioned he dislikes cat-guise And yearned to be a wizard still, Then, thanking for adopting him, He scratched hi......Read the rest...

...Out, vile jelly! Sightless orb. Horrified, yet we absorb. Never sated, always thrilled, Captives to the ink he spilled. Our eyes thus peer through fingers tight; Coveting his wit, we write. ......Read the rest...

...The moon, the ever-unloving moon has nothing to say, and yet we write sonnets and odes to it and hardly one poem to the noble toad. Gentle endearing creatures they are and they sing free......Read the rest...