Witted Poems - Poems about Witted

Why are the half-witted usually also hard-boiled? Not only are they wrong, they will not listen to other’s ideas They are maniacally determined to be wrong Determined to do what they want, without facts or proof Stubborn fools, not necessarily old, but certainly half-witted...

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Bea was quick-witted, clever and sanguine. Loving adventure, her escapades fine…. With energy enough for at least twenty. Did she have admirers? Oh, yes! Plenty!...

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Esmerelda was brainy, bright, mentally keen In the quick-witted department almost obscene She’s sagacious, perspicacious, totally shrewd To point it out, would be a teensy bit rude We let her get away with things others would not try Her brilliance intimidated more than one guy She’ll stay single forever said her brother Ray She fell in love and eloped with a lover...

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Frog Out Witted Frog on lily pad ...

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She came upon the night, when moon was bright. An eerie form, so seductive, you know. Standing, in front with an amazing glow, She said, wishes granted for kiss so slight. Her beauty entranced me, first then contrite. Lustful kiss, gentle, wind began to blow. Before my eyes, changing, so very slow, This hideous creature, fangs set to bite. She never had me...

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Peace was beyond me the other night, violence tested me with painful plight, moseying tricks to loiter and fall, the notions of proper etiquette's crawl, See, violence only acts as fare, to dis-armor peace's proportions of care, until lowering defenses in hope attain, the witted injustice's chance to obtain, submission, reaction, to increase the like, of inherent anger enhancing its strike, tattering peace now unarmored...

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