Tag Archives: Rhyme

The Corrupt City

When I met a young lady named Witty

Who said, “its so corrupt here in the city!”,

I said, “many women grace

My fine old country place.

Do leave this corrupt city with me Witty …!”.

There Once Was a Mad Conspiracist Named Lee

There once was a mad conspiracist named Lee

Who said, “the worlds controlled by a bee!”.

He died last spring

From a poisonous sting,

From a bee which is now after me …!

Until I Touch

Thoughts of pleasure

In cold weather.

A desire

For fire.

 

 

Girls hide in fur

From winter’s chill air.

Though the charm

Of a bare

Leg or arm

May still be seen

In the blind poet’s dream.

 

 

I will touch

For pure pleasure

In all kinds of weather.

Until I touch the dust.

Divine Poetry

A young lady whose poetry is divine

Is famous for her naked readings online.

A moderator named Pam

Has disabled the webcam,

As she doesn’t find those poems divine!

Bad Boy!

When a young lady named Miss Wood

Said, “you know you haven’t been good!”.

And her and Miss Jane

Both reached for a cane,

I ran and hid in the wood!

The Importance of Soap

When my friend whose name is Miss Kath

Said, “I feel we all need a bath”,

And her and Miss Cope

Jumped in with the soap,

They threw us out of that swimming bath!

My Trip to Bath

I travelled on a train to Bath

Which was manned by a skeleton staff.

It was on the night of Halloween

And all the passengers did loudly scream.

But the skeletons got us to Bath!

2 Poems from My Poetry Archive

On going through my poetry archives, I came across the below 2 poems. The poems can also be found on my Tiktok, along with many other examples of my poetry, https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet. You don’t have to have a Tiktok account to listen to my work.

 

Epitaph on a poet

 

A book of poems upon his grave

Could not the poet save.

The few his words touched

Failed to keep him from the dust.

 

Here Lies Lot

 

Here lies Lot

He knew not

Neither who nor what.

Yet there he lies

Forever lost to tears and sighs.

 

 

Fantasies

Sometimes I think

A thought

I ought

Not to think.

 

 

The devil winks

At me

And whispers, “she

May say

Yes”. To caress

And kiss

Would bring bliss

To me

For a while.

 

 

Maybe she

Would confusedly smile,

And say

“I never knew

That you

Felt that way

About me!

I must go!”.

But, maybe

She would stay.

 

 

Best to hold

My tongue

For words flung

Carelessly away

May come back

To bite.

But o the delight

Of 1 single night!

But hot fantasy

Is not reality.

So I

Must try

To let it be.