Wits Poems - Poems about Wits

About to Lose my Wits

     I think that I have never seen 
       a thing as vexing as a computer screen

     Page after page I type and type
       then one wrong click, out they’re all wiped  

 

Willy With Weary Wits

None understood his witticism
They resembled horror tales
He couldn't contain criticism
Fumbled with desolate details

Wits End

When feeling 

really desperate

almost at wits end

Wait ~ for you must realize

many folk are so much worse

than you will ever know

So positive thinking

remembering folk

whose life ‘tis near the end

Pray to take away their pain

to free their souls once more
 
loving souls therefore to soar

in deep blue skies  

forevermore…

1291
Brian Strand

My Fray

Here I sit, diving into some wits, 
 my mind over, at this time 
Looking for some intellect to jot down 
Then, I came across these words in my mind. 

It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words, I do write
With the memories of my past, I can

Winter Wits

cherry laurels try 
foolishly and fail to hold 
the snow falling from tall trees 

shorter trees succeed 
holding these and feel happy ---
witty games of the winter 


10 January 2023

Let Guts Support Wits

Have confidence in mind
And a strong will to achieve,
Solace in God if you can find
Great plans you can conceive,
To injustice if you are blind
Justice, you won't receive,
Clear mind has no fear,
Cheer will dry off tear,
Dear pal, God is near,
If God's name is chanted
Your soul works efficiently,
When boons are granted
Bliss comes sufficiently,
Problems are by fate invented
Find

Women's Wits

WOMAN'S WITS
By  Ronalyn M. Pupa
“There is a woman in the house!”
She is the man’s partner and supporter,
Maintains household’s peace and order,
          Alone or with you, stands still in all the crises forever, 
She is the everybody’s MODEL. 

“There is a woman in the house!” 
She

Virgin

I emerged from the chrysalis 
of childhood and adolescence 
birthed once again 
into this world a woman
beaten, battered, and sore
cold and confused
Nothing was at all what I’d been led to believe
that I’d been promised by people in the past
who would say with confidence 
with wits like mine I’d go far
Colors faded from the resplendent hues

And All My Wits Were Wet

My footwear in hand,
Trousers folded up to fend,
Dunk in tide I stand,

Unsteady a bit,
Sands under feet digging pits
When two huge waves hit

Splashing sea water,
Wetting me and all my wits,
Clueless I totter.
___________________________
Haiku |30.06.2021|

The Vinyl of Love

Had I known your betrayal, 
I would have let go,
And free myself from you. 

Deep down, we know the wits of love,
A poison made from the cups of romance. 
I drank too much from those used ones... 

I need to buy new ones to cover your spillage,
A mess in pieces on the floor of my

They Matched Wits

Mother Goose met Dr. Zeuss
  They circled each other for a while
Mrs. Goose lunged for his caboose
  He tickled her wit, then smiled

Wanky Wits Wept

pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched

wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched

dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool

felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
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Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.

Twit-Wits Tweeter-Dumbs

Today you twitter, then you tweet,
as though to make your lives complete,
by echoing thoughts of people you admire.

Anticipating that great twitter,
you clutch your phones to reconsider,
the text-ed words of wisdom you desire.

You twitters prattle thoughts absurd,
as tweeters follow in a herd,
of voyeuristic bids to be of note.

You tweet and twitter photographs.
You L O L, the

I Write Wits Psalm Burning Desire

I Write Wits Psalm Burning Desire...

Why?
To escape livingsocial,
     and negate mine birth
figuratively, knowingly,
     and precariously,
     I nightmarishly perch
teeter tottering atop - dearth
of financial safety net,
 
     where profuse
     hemorrhaging, viz bankruptcy,
    

Folk Live On Their Wits

All the ways you fought to earn a living
The recipes you tried to earn your bread
You found the world to be most unforgiving
Despite the schemes you cooked up in your head

Ungenerous, life took from you instead
Of smiling on you in the act of giving
-I’d hoped for more than this- that’s what you said
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