Poem Details | by
John Williams |
Categories:
children, funny,
General Custer couldn't muster
Enough men to form a cluster,
Indians shooting straight and true,
I think it might've been the Sioux, ---- pronounced Soo
Had Custer in a fluster.
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Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
imagination,
Spishu, spishu shooting star flies
Noisily streaks across night skies
Lights life for split second
Then wonder if beckons
Which one is being called arise
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Poem Details | by
Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
funny, husband, imagination, life, nature
Spishu,spishu the shooting star
Noisily flies across night bar
Lights life for split second
Then wonder if beckon
Which one is being called afar
Poem Details | by
Shane Solomon |
Categories:
funny
Where is fat baby cupid?
I hope he knows I think Valentines day is stupid
Buying expensive gifts at Walmart
Overweight babies shooting love darts
Honestly the whole holiday is simply putrid
Poem Details | by
Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
dog, space,
Fetch me a shooting star
Every 248th year!
On your boomerang orbit
Pay us a visit...now sit!
You're man’s best friend by far
Poem Details | by
Drjim Martin |
Categories:
life,
I wished upon a shooting star
To be away – somewhere far.
And then the thought occurred to me,
Somewhere far, you cannot be.
Be content wherever you are!
Poem Details | by
John Michaels |
Categories:
funny, humor, rude,
Mark's bro' owned a pair of sports cars
Believed fine to ping the girls' bras
Unwise lad broke the rules
Swift kick to the jewels
Now can't see much but shooting stars
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Poem Details | by
Jack Horne |
Categories:
adventure
There once was a hunter called Ray,
Who went big game shooting one day.
As he stalked a gazelle,
A lion caught his smell,
And the predator became prey.
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
school,
A streaker with great bouncing balls
Ran up and down our High School halls
Our cheerleaders said
Their faces were red
But they act on all sporting calls
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
lust, wine, woman,
I was strumming my old guitar
When I wished on a shooting star
A glass of wine
With Seven of Nine
In her own Milky Way boudoir
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Many Ways To Live
Have been many ways for us to live;
My whole life to God willing to give;
To be seen remains.
When person complains;
Advises if apprehensive and sensitive.
Going on walk.
Jim Horn
Still shooting for 5,000 poems and number 3.
Poem Details | by
Daisy Ward |
Categories:
fun, funny,
The young man though it was a sin
When shooting crap across the bend
So, he swallowed the dice
Paid a healthy price
Stomach dice was his only friend
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
school,
A truant who always skipped school
Was found in an hall shooting pool
But she took her cue
From people like you
Who think it is smart to be cool
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
beauty, drink, funny, heaven, night, star, wife,
What a glorious sight those shooting stars
Taking their potshots at the Planet Mars
Perhaps I am wrong
It could be a bong
From the wife when I get home from the bars
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy, , cute,
A Supple Couple
They were scrumptious and also supple
Best pair even seen and a cute couple
Perfect for sure;
If I took a tour,
Could cause me to get into much trouble.
Shooting for 4,000 by my 76th birthday
on June 26th.
Jim Horn
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Shooting for Six Thousand Poems
All of my poems come from God's mix;
Of all the thousands am shooting for six;
Do concur;
Will prefer;
Designed for us all including old hicks.
Jim Horn
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
humor,
Looked up to the heavens, saw a huge green flash
It was Uncle Reggie with flames shooting out of his ass
Soaring through the stratosphere
Till he almost disappeared
Zoomed down and up Donald's ass causing gas
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy, humorous,
Poetry Soup Fan Club Horn Limerick
For poems have tried to find a central hub,
So finally joined the Poetry Soup Fan Club;
Poems did not annoy;
Were loved like a toy,
That had been floating in my bath tub.
Jim Horn
Shooting for a goal of 4,000 poems.
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
hilarious,
Wow, honey, never thought our son would go that far
That catapult's amazing, go get him, hope it doesn't leave a scar
Told you once
Told you twonce
He's very fragile especially when launched like a shooting star
Poem Details | by
Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
friendship,
never hug a thug while he's looting
never hug a thug while he's shooting
or you'll have glass in your head
and a face full of hot lead
only hug a thug when he's counting his booty
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
chicago,
Chicago Bears are Raven mad
But Lions roar that's just too bad
With Rittenhouse free
To shoot you and me
Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad*
* Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula
Kenosha is only 65-miles from Chicago,
the NRA's Shooting Gallery
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Remorse Completed Course
What we always remembered about remorse,
Is when it ran and had completed its course;
Over and done,
Under the sun;
Forgot from where and what was the source.
Jim Horn
Shooting for 5,000 poems.
Poem Details | by
Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
humor,
A lass with a penchant to please
Spends much of the time on her knees
But, son of a gun,
She finds it grand fun
To see a lad shooting the breeze
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Trump Atrocious and Never Agile
Trump Is Atrocious and Never Agile;
Born basket case with brain fragile;
Even got caught,
Being strange lot;
Often at times would try to strangle.
Jim Horn
Shooting for 6,000 poems.
Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
pride,
Looked up to the heavens, saw a huge green flash
It was Uncle Reggie with flames shooting out his ass
Soaring through the stratosphere
Till he almost disappeared
Zoomed down and up Donald's ass causing gas