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Love Poems About Honking or Honking Love Poems
by Dean Wood |
Categories: spring,

Irony in the Sky

White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!


by Eric Ashford |
Categories: poetry,

October



He chose a face
that only his mad mother 
would love.
He painted a tragedy 
upon a crooked grin.

His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.

A blundering funster 
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
that made it caper, and ha-de-ha
inside distorting mirrors.

When audiences thinned,
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn 
over a cloaked smirk.

Now we see him 
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
then his sorrowing mom.






by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

Honk Is You Love Sex



Honk if you love sex, the sound would be deafening Not much chance the honking would start lessening By the grins on your kissers And the stroking of your whiskers It's brightens your day and was really refreshing © Jack Ellison 2015


by Mick Talbot |
Categories: onomatopoeia,

a la Bartholomew Griffin Poetry - ONOMATOPOEIA

ONOMATOPOEIA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ all live onomatopoeia of the night howling, mewing, twit twooing, screeching, onomatopoeia all live onomatopoeia of war banging, booming, rat tat tat tating, screaming, onomatopoeia all live onomatopoeia of woodland tapping, flapping, singing, rustling, cawing, onomatopoeia all live onomatopoeia of farmland bleating, mooing, barking, honking, nighing, onomatopoeia all live onomatopoeia of love making sighing, sighing, sighing, sighing, Y E S, onomatopoeia! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

by tom bell |
Categories: angst, education, life, nature, places, boy,

Country boy Vince

Sure 'nuff...
We get use'd 'a,
Places we was brought up in,
Seems more natural than not,
Having lived on the outskirts
Of JFK airport,
To fall asleep to the song of
Jumbo jets roaring just overhead...
Most natural to me...
Now it's the country silence
To keep me awake...
Occassional distant train whistle,
On the periphery of sound,
Geese honking choir,
Flying above ground...
Soon I'll love these sounds
that most adore....
Unless I die first...
Of a life now so a bore."

by Misty Thomason |
Categories: hope, lost love, people,

Jessie's Riders

Here they come all that chrome, 
roaring through the streets 
Waving and honking as the crowd 
shouts their love for a special angel 
Celebrating a hero of our hometown, 
A little girl taken to early by a man who 
should have never been free, 
A father willing to fight for our children 
Riding hogs through several towns 
5,000 in all pointing the way 
For all to hear 
Jessie's Life will not be in Vain

by Michael Burch |
Categories: animal, humor, humorous, light, love, lust, nonsense,

The Mallard

The Mallard
by Michael R. Burch

The mallard is a fellow
whose lips are long and yellow
with which he, honking, kisses
his bawdy, boisterous mistress;
my pond's their loud bordello!

Keywords/Tags: limerick, light poetry, light verse, nonsense verse, humor, humorous, animal, animals, nature, ducks, love, sex, desire, passion, Lothario, mistress, noise, copulation, doing it

by Bobby May |
Categories: time,

When to start and stop written poetry

Creativity is positively a must in your mind
A wind chime brings tones of rhyme
Clinging one tone at a time touching your ears
A cats meow or a cow can give you the depth you need

A bird’s tweet going peep, peep brings a pitch of love
Cars honking and big rigs running will stop your thinking
But the wind blowing with lighting hitting turns the volume up
The moon and the stars brings love to your mind

A fireplace with snow on the ground a crackling sound of peace
Children running and screaming gives you no peace
Soft music with candles will bring romance
But a voice calling honey take out the trash

It’s time to stop written poetry

by Eric Ashford |
Categories: poetry,

The Clown



He chose a face
that only his mad mother 
would love.
He painted a tragedy 
upon a crooked grin.

His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.

A blundering funster 
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
that made it caper, and ha-de-ha
inside distorting mirrors.

When audiences thinned,
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn 
over a cloaked smirk.

Now we see him 
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
then his sorrowing mom.




by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories: introspection, spiritual,

Darkness at noon

Driving the wrong way on a one way street,
struggling and yelling and honking the horn,
no smiling faces do our crassness greet;
booked by the police, their looks very stern, 
whilst weary for wear, dents our car adorns.
Likewise in life, if doing self serving,
joys seem fleeting whilst sorrows long lasting;
orbiting vague fears and desires egoic,
by self-blocking love throb vivifying,
we feel trapped thus in life currents cyclic.

28-October-2020