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Showing posts with label 50 word poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 50 word poems. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 July 2009

The Moon Frowns

The Moon frowns and hides behind the clouds;
An Empty Nest is a sad place.
Forlorn thoughts flit across her mind...
Dark shadows she casts on the earth below;
The new adult packs her bags and tries to look mature.
Inside, she’s still a little girl who needs her mom.

Submited by Tanja Cilia

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

I wish

I once was what I am no more, here hiding behind my door. i wish it was as it was before, I cry behind this door, I die behind this door. Why isn't it as before, it's not as it was before. I would love to remove 'that bloody door'.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Farmer

I see myself as a farmer, and all my friends as good seed, I plant them in fertile soil, and give them all they need. I weed around them, nurture them and water them to the last drop, and when their fruit has blossomed, I’m gonna harvest my first crop.

TV

If you watch too much TV, you’ll end up with square eyes. It happened to me, I needed to see, I decided to compromise. I ordered square contact lenses, which I fitted in an awkward manner. And when I had to remove them, I took them out with a spanner.

Crack

Crack cocaine is the drug of idiot’s, you pay for it through the nose. And where does all your money goes, only your dealer knows. He’s saving up for a flash new car and a luxury villa in Spain. And all he’ll leave you with is your emptiness and pain.

Wife

My wife to be, must be mad as a hatter, for wanting to marry me, I’m fat, bald, diabetic, bipolar and can hardly see. I could tell you more but it would take up a day. But she constantly reassures me, saying ‘don’t worry babe, I love you this way’.

Cats

I have two cats, they make great pets, one fatter than the other. I’ve had them since they were very young, they think I’m their mother. It doesn’t matter really, when feeding I’m the chap, and at least they do me one great favour, they go outside when they crap.

Guinness

That ice cold pint of blackish tan, half inch of creamy top. Flows down so smooth and easily, you never want to stop. They say it’s really good for you, made with iron fit for bridges. At least that could explains why I’m attracted to the magnets on peoples’ fridges.

Sweaty sock

The trouble with a Scotsman, is when he’s had too much to drink. That’s when he bullies weedlings cus he don’t care what they think. But if he feels you’re harder than him, he’ll cower at your feet. And lick your cheesy plates of meat, it’s really quite a treat.

Blind man

It’s never really easy when you start to lose your sight, you get blinded in the sunlight, you bump into things at night. You’re impailed on bloody bollards, bending lamp posts with your head, and when the council come to straighten them out, they send the bill to you instead.

Dope

There’s one thing that’s always puzzled me, each time I go to score. Is after ten minutes or so, I hear a knocking at my door. Outside the door my mates are there, begging me for some dope. I let them know without delay, they have not got a fuckin hope!

All about me

All about me; i'm small and hairy and I live in a tree. Bushy tailed, fast of foot, you thought the next line would say 'the colour of soot!', well you're easily led, i'm actually red, I live in a hollow, eat nuts and spend the winter in bed.

Rabbit

Fast, you should see me run, thirty miles an hour-that's just for fun. Spend my day just lying in the sun. Storng back legs, small fluffy tail, long pointy ears, each has a function. Many enemies that's true, no rent, or rates, no bars or gates. Now who would you rather be, me or you.

Coffee cup

When my coffee cup is dirty and stained and fit for the bin, then I know it's just right for making my coffee in. That's the same time as the wife says 'ug!, throw it out'. 'I like my cup this way!', I plead, let it stay.

Fishing

On me bike, with me bait, sunday morning musn't be late. Out with me rod, head down for a nod, on me own today; lonely without me mate. Said he couldn't come without his special bait. Oh well, time for that nod, do us a favour, watch me rod!

Mouse

i come out at night, oh, i have such fun: i climb the pipes; across the rafter; Our night is full of laughter. A bit of biscuit here, an apple-core there; There's always enough to eat, i like it here-it's really neat. Oh, cheese-i'll take it home, give the kids a treat....SNAP!

A Tissue!

you get two hundred tissues in a box, i counted them one day. yes, no doubt, i tipped them out. but how to get them back in! i pushed them and i poked them, then i committed a mortal sin: i turned them into four hundred, and put the buggers in the bin!