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"bosh" poems
I hate white people who stop me from stealing their stuff and bring in the po po who put me in hand cuff. Now I'm in jail cannot post bail eating out of a metal bowl while being ****** in my ******** Then it occurred to me what I am supposed to be so I became a basketball player and changed my name to Lebron James. Chris Bosh wants to be more than homies ever since I was drunk and he groped me he wanted my **** i think he was sick. Spoelstra is an *** I ****** hate him. he needs to die before I cram a basketball in his wife.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
White People
her boogie woogie, boot and scoot. her goo bosh vibe, so small and cute. silly little Anju stomp, unaware of self. bite taken from a chocolate, stolen from a shelf. when we are free from this life we will run in fields and see the sunset and the joy life with you yields.
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Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 11:38 AM UTC
anjuble
I’d thrown back my head and let out   that cackle But I didn’t realize that that candelabra The lit one was so close And my head went Bosh! Sponto jumped up Arms raised and ready Ready to clobber me And Hilary To my left looked at me and screamed Immobile except for her face stretched by distress and fear I’d watched that horrendous De Niro version of Frankenstein that afternoon And everyone was screaming at the monster I remembered those scenes now And I understood I stamped out my burning head quickly Before I got hit I learned a lesson that day. The spot of hair, you know Never did grow back right.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Opening No. 1
She was nigh as bosh a lar gibbon and the edge of water made hotter season now while sun bakes her bread on Formosa Strait and shapes Sino-Taiwan with her by south.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Sino-Taiwan
Here Is a timely Noun to consider From the Merriam-Webster page. "Trumpery." Note (at bottom) the list of near-antonyms; what is the opposite of trumpery? [Popularity: Bottom 40% of words] trumpery noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\ Definition of trumpery 1 a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving> 2 archaic : ****** finery Origin of trumpery Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive First Known Use: 15th century Examples of trumpery <claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science> Related to trumpery Synonyms applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or ******** claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, ******* senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle Related Words absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus Near Antonyms levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom By: Robinson Bolkum
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
Trumpery
Here Is a timely Noun to consider From the Merriam-Webster page. "Trumpery." Note (at bottom) the list of near-antonyms; what is the opposite of trumpery? [Popularity: Bottom 40% of words] trumpery noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\ Definition of trumpery 1 a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving> 2 archaic : ****** finery Origin of trumpery Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive First Known Use: 15th century Examples of trumpery <claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science> Related to trumpery Synonyms applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or ******** claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, ******* senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle Related Words absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus Near Antonyms levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom By: Robinson Bolkum
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Bacardí , ooh la-la (yuppie   kicked in the shins)) half of my head is in Bacardí , ooh-la-la (       new york yuppie kicked in the shins)) she took me back to Finca Vigia , la-la-la ooh, but my head is in content   workings of a message in a bottle   (without, the Police)... there's something about her pride on mixing cola and lime... (ooh la-la) Bacardí, ooh la-la (new yorker yuppie kicked in the shins) she didn't walk up to me with 'you "need" a drink?' (like that Frank Sinatra quote about a day well spent and feeling even better after a martini)... (when she came in the room     i forgot i was sleeping) she said there's a lot of boys she can do with (ooh) (but i can't without you) i knew she forgot in a minute    about the ginger Scotch lass      ms. amber... (that summer night that turned to be every night of the entire year from then                                 on in) and mama says i'm a drunk...     but she doesn't mind a drunk that steps up to do the dishes, cook...    and washes the toilet with bleach... after telling her to the question: why are you sighing, puffing like a red-riding hood like that? eased up?   what from? took a **** like a german zeppelin just dropped a bomb on London during the WWI night raid...     **** me... funk! **** bosh!        sank like a meteor or a grenade into the water...                 but **** me, you ever read the mini story on these bottles? ha ha... the Cubans call      the distillers... maestros!    it's like symphony for them!     de ron Bacardí... ahem... maestro de ron Bacardí!                                       one night,    i'm allowed that...                                        given that i already know with tender meat poetry... like you do with tender meat in general... you tenderize it.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Bacardí: spot the song (thief)
Bacardí , ooh la-la (yuppie   kicked in the shins)) half of my head is in Bacardí , ooh-la-la (       new york yuppie kicked in the shins)) she took me back to Finca Vigia , la-la-la ooh, but my head is in content   workings of a message in a bottle   (without, the Police)... there's something about her pride on mixing cola and lime... (ooh la-la) Bacardí, ooh la-la (new yorker yuppie kicked in the shins) she didn't walk up to me with 'you "need" a drink?' (like that Frank Sinatra quote about a day well spent and feeling even better after a martini)... (when she came in the room     i forgot i was sleeping) she said there's a lot of boys she can do with (ooh) (but i can't without you) i knew she forgot in a minute    about the ginger Scotch lass      ms. amber... (that summer night that turned to be every night of the entire year from then                                 on in) and mama says i'm a drunk...     but she doesn't mind a drunk that steps up to do the dishes, cook...    and washes the toilet with bleach... after telling her to the question: why are you sighing, puffing like a red-riding hood like that? eased up?   what from? took a **** like a german zeppelin just dropped a bomb on London during the WWI night raid...     **** me... funk! **** bosh!        sank like a meteor or a grenade into the water...                 but **** me, you ever read the mini story on these bottles? ha ha... the Cubans call      the distillers... maestros!    it's like symphony for them!     de ron Bacardí... ahem... maestro de ron Bacardí!                                       one night,    i'm allowed that...                                        given that i already know with tender meat poetry... like you do with tender meat in general... you tenderize it.
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millions of distant colorful exploding spider-legs dancing in the sky, each appearing with an infestive  sound, infesting the whole city; "snap" "crssshh--hhh" "bosh--hhh" whiskey lingers as they fade into sparks and swooshes. you're beside me, people gather. whistles, applause, brass instruments booming..
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
morning glories through trees
Everyday I go the same way I don't sway far from the footpath Cause I'm afraid to be led astray I don't need to do the maths to know I'm not a psychopath in this thinking but I do have an inkling that maybe I am sociopath because I go the same way everyday just to stay sane. It's hard to explain this disdain for anything different to the stinking mundane that is my life. I desperately try to sustain it by going out of my way to contain and control everything to obtain order. So there is nothing new Everything here the same. like some sort of lame game that's to blame because I'm ashamed to say that I'm addicted to it. A convict in my own brain Beginning ****** battles Bish! Bash! Bosh! Trying to be evicted cause I'm conflicted I resent being restricted but I'm twisted and wouldn't know what to do if I got out it's not just mere bout with self doubt about being scared from swaying from the footpaths No it's not being scared it's about disappointment I'm too acquainted with my own containment Of the same that if I was to compare my way to another I'd be full of despair I'm not prepared to juxtapose anything But I suppose that's normal it's not insane thinking. This inkling I've had is humane, human nature. so I proposed that the only way to change and end my affliction is to expose myself to the abnormal without being so formal. The simple act stepping outside out of my comfort zone away from the dull drone is the start with a little effort I can look at life through my rose-tinted glasses La vie en rose! engross with all things new everything that is composed of this Earth, is now worth so much to me I'm no longer afraid to compare I loudly and proudly proclaim that I do not take the same way everyday sometimes I sway from the mundane cause I've ordained my self as a free man. brand new me, who's not scared to see or be or even peruse the new. This pure philosophy is the cure and is now imbued in my soul. So on that overdue cue, I bid you adieu
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
The Same Way
Everyday I go the same way I don't sway far from the footpath Cause I'm afraid to be led astray I don't need to do the maths to know I'm not a psychopath in this thinking but I do have an inkling that maybe I am sociopath because I go the same way everyday just to stay sane. It's hard to explain this disdain for anything different to the stinking mundane that is my life. I desperately try to sustain it by going out of my way to contain and control everything to obtain order. So there is nothing new Everything here the same. like some sort of lame game that's to blame because I'm ashamed to say that I'm addicted to it. A convict in my own brain Beginning ****** battles Bish! Bash! Bosh! Trying to be evicted cause I'm conflicted I resent being restricted but I'm twisted and wouldn't know what to do if I got out it's not just mere bout with self doubt about being scared from swaying from the footpaths No it's not being scared it's about disappointment I'm too acquainted with my own containment Of the same that if I was to compare my way to another I'd be full of despair I'm not prepared to juxtapose anything But I suppose that's normal it's not insane thinking. This inkling I've had is humane, human nature. so I proposed that the only way to change and end my affliction is to expose myself to the abnormal without being so formal. The simple act stepping outside out of my comfort zone away from the dull drone is the start with a little effort I can look at life through my rose-tinted glasses La vie en rose! engross with all things new everything that is composed of this Earth, is now worth so much to me I'm no longer afraid to compare I loudly and proudly proclaim that I do not take the same way everyday sometimes I sway from the mundane cause I've ordained my self as a free man. brand new me, who's not scared to see or be or even peruse the new. This pure philosophy is the cure and is now imbued in my soul. So on that overdue cue, I bid you adieu
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A meet in hills with locust swam her strain in a frost froze bosh laid wish went nil and trail aside her was nothing more than my escape in afternoons of dust bearing gravel
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
Running Shoes
When I first heard the word existential I thought “Ooh that’s posh perhaps I’ll pepper it in conversations, Bosh! and figure out later what it means.” Twonk I was, I only slowly saw the word existence hidden in the cleverness of syllables and then I thought I got it But not until a maw began to daily swallow more than a thousand souls of families and carers, teachers, truckers, nurses, loved did I become aware And I was scared. Not just life being lost but existence the whole ****** swirl and fanfare of little faffs and laughing drunken, first chuckles, first kisses, first footsteps, Sunday roasts, broken hearts and ecstasies The nail-clutch of my anxiety floored me but underneath an ember burned and a fire-question unfurled and grew: How did we let this be?
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC
Existential
at the outset his voice twas so promising he painted a picture for the citizenry so alluring the people were taken in by the words he uttered his fine speeches were ******** and rhetoric cluttered his vision for prosperity didn't quiet eventuate the economy of the land sunk and did deflate he talked the talk but the man just didn't have the fortitude to walk the walk the folks from California to Boston now observe every nuance in his void speeches and they've become aware of all the bosh he preaches his ratings as President plummeting faster than a parachutist falling from the sky
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Bosh
It was the glen of jabberwocky, Deep within the twaddle mire. The gobbledygook was being spewed By the grand codswallop, The tripe was drivel And all manner of blethered haver Did most piffle & bosh. The great imperial hooey of guff-phooey Visited with bunk, There was to be a festivity of the tommyrot; On the morrow we would dribble bull Till the cobblers called tosh, **** cod, And said their applesauce. No malarkey here crosses their fingers, For all the liars have bellywash And work the flapdoodle with bunkum & bushwa. All the poppycocks we laid out For the celebration of the gibberish, When mumbo jumbo hung a more, Low & long. On the fens of the balderdash, At the mouth of the babble, We sang the song of argle-bargle By our native tongue jargon. It was first rate flummery By the standards of the order of palaver, The prime wheedlers of gab & fanster.
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Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
Yet, No One Could Understand Us!