by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Beautiful is your foot with the stabbing nails.
The yellow and green ones that have never been cut.
Gorgeous is your gaping mouth with the missing teeth.
And your big and hairy smelly monster butt.
My lady, my love, my dragon queen troll.
You can never be too fat or chunky or slimy.
My one and only, professional flatulent princess,
Your smell calls me to you, and your hair, it’s blimey!
Beautiful are your clogged-up ears full of wax,
Beautiful is your nose, full of snot pure and yellow.
Beautiful is my lady, whose toenails claw like tacks.
I am your he-monster, a lively, happy fellow!
by Viv Wigley |
Categories:
humor, love,
Unlike the pond life living here
you're the one I hold most dear
knowing you're mine makes me the glad one
I'd give you my heart if only I had one.
A nucleus is all I've got
trapped in a body like a pool of snot.
Though my looks won't cause surprise
as neither of us have been blessed with eyes.
I treasure your touch, and that's not sarcasm
there's nothing like the feel of ectoplasm.
I'm Solomon, you're my Queen of Sheba
for me you'll always be my darling amoeba.
Graceful and slender, a bit of a goer,
one mighty fine super-slime protozoa.
* Just an example of what I'm looking for in the contest I've submitted, folks, although I'm sure you'll do better. Viv *
by Nancy Jones |
Categories:
love,
I still remember when the tiny ones would
latch on and suck themselves into comfort
relieve my swelling, too.
I still remember their faces when
visual stimuli met oral yearning
so completely.
Those nasty nasal onslaughts
who cared? For my lil sugars
were so dear I'd have drowned in sulfur before
forgoing the blue snot bulb.
by Vicki Acquah |
Categories:
betrayal, boyfriend, children, funny love, humor,
Slide down the slide
Next let’s
Ride on the merry go round
Wind blows
Tears burns my eyes...
In the sand box.
Seesaw's up,
My sides down.
I carry the weight.
You’re up
I jump off,
You’ll fall
To the ground
Bang.!
Crying and snot
I let you fall
Why, because
I love you a lot!
by Jeff Kyser |
Categories:
spring,
The birds are singing merrily.
The sun is burning off the fog.
Somewhere nearby, I hear a frog,
Oh wait, I think that might be me.
Sometimes it’s pretty hard to tell;
I’m guessing spring has now arrived.
The senses just feel less alive
With hampered hearing, stifled smell.
I know the telltale sign so well,
So I will not believe those lies.
For I can look with my own eyes:
The redbuds have begun to swell.
So I will suffer spring’s embrace.
A mixed bag, for I love these trees
Which coincide with snot-filled sneeze,
For there is beauty in this place.
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(form: Italian Quatrain)
by Tera Johnson-Swartz |
Categories:
death, depression, eulogy, sad love,
You were there
when my world came crashing down
and life was but a series of
gasps and chokes
ugly tears and snot smeared faces
you gave reason to my whys
and when there was none
you gave rhyme
but where are you now?
how will I find you?
I cannot reach you
touch you
call out
the doves - they mock me
their cries, a reminder
of my love
hijacked
stolen
stabbed
and slaughtered
while I’m left
Alone
to build a world without you.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
love hurts,
he loves me, he loves me not
he adores me, he adores me not
he cherishes me, he cherishes me not
he worships me, he worships me not
The object of her affection thought she was a snot
He had no idea he was part of her diabolical plot.
He watched her tear up the daisy and felt sorry for it.
She had no personality and was kind of a chit.
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
thanksgiving,
Why-why in God's name were you unleashed
time and again to rape our community
empty eyed mug shot
walking time bomb filled with hateful snot
...and the judges of these mad men
sitting in their sterilized cloud
high above the martyrs and maggots
broken cinder block sanctuaries,
giving this ogre a twenty fifth bow
I pray that "it" soils your cloud
sprays its snotty seed over your pristine
sends you tumbling into our humble community
devours everything you cherish and love
drags you down a bloody path
of your poor judgments
happy thanksgiving
gobble -gobble
by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
addiction, confusion, poetry, soulmate,
Sure you've talked yourself into believing
that you've found your soulmate.
Although they're deaf to the heartbeat of your muse.
Through verse you've exposed to them
the tender facets of your soul..
Annoyed they quickly scan the lines
(the veneer of courtesy)
then toss them aside like a snot rag
with a hollow compliment stuck to it..
but their dead eyes tell you everything
they could care less about your heart(what you dream).
Even when you're making love to them
they're thinking, "but I'll never make love to your muse".
That's why I think it's possible that you've
settled for the placebo of your real soulmate.
by Rachel Hart |
Categories:
allegory, angst, love, passion, teen,
endowed i am
no right no sight
dancing in the night
it remains alright
hidden between each
day. no matter what
i say- stay, why not, &
lay amidst the syrup
of snot. to contain the
likes, we must, to refrain
from what they call trust
(touch me, baby, remain &
save me)