"meep" poems
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Marshmallow factories
Are covered in goo
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Not all of these
Are going to rhyme
Roses are red
Violets are purple
Whoever wrote that
Was an idiot
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My favorite is Discord
Who used to be Q
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you count in binary
You'll never have 2
Roses are red
Violets are blue
MEEP
Roses are red
Violets are blue, da ba dee da ba daa...
Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
I'm Batman
Roses are blue
Violets are red
Something is wrong
With my head
The Math section is red
Social Studies is blue
I have too much homework
I want to cry
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Please don't get stuck
In the spilled glue
Roses are purple
Violets are green
I'm just here revving
My limousine
Roses are red
They have thorns
Don't touch them
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I want to turn this
Into a haiku
Roses are crimson
Violets are the fairest blue
And so fair are you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
That was pretty good
For being written on the fly
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Ridiculous Inflatable
Swan Thing
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I need to sleep
No
you are so And
sweet is Sugar
blue are Violets
red are Roses
Roses are red
Violets are blue
There is no try
Do not or do
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Dab on those haters
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Think I'll paint them
On my shoe
Roses are red, dilly dilly
Violets are blue
Is this copyrighted, dilly dilly
I have no clue
Lavender's blue
Lavender's green
I store my sanity
In a canteen
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm too cynical
And yet too cheesy
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Spellcheck doesn't know meep?!?
Roses are rosy
Violets are violet
I want to be
A submarine pilot
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Something something
Pikachu
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Illuminati
They're watching you
Gryffindor's red
Ravenclaw's blue
WHY IS IT AN EAGLE
NOT A RAVEN
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be mine
I'm desperate
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don't want romance
Stop asking
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm running low on ideas
We're almost through
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Don't eat too much
Roses are red
Never mind
Life's too short
Eat all the sugar you can find
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You're still here?
Good job you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy Valentines Day
Bye
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
*Did I love you when we first met?
No.
That sounds cold but, truth is often painful.
Was I looking for someone like you?
No.
That is a brutal truth.
Were you persistent?
Yes.
Did you win my heart?
Eventually. With roses? No, with chocolates? No.
You won my heart, by accepting me.
You won me by being you.
I love how our love grew.
I wasn't looking for love, it somehow found me.
Did you write me poems?
No.
Sing me love songs?
No.
Did we have anything in common?
No.
But, love grew, desire bloomed.
We needed each other, we still need and want each other.
Over coffee, Monty Python and a gentlemanly kiss on my cheek
I knew that love was real, it crashed into my heart like a wrecking ball.
Is love like the movies?
Is it ********
It's more like a Wile E Coyote cartoon.
You bought an ACME love boulder!
Meep meep!*
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Wake up, my friend, how long will you sleep
how long will you stand by as these monsters reap
the freedom of us bystanders not uttering a meep
as they wage these ****** wars and the bodies heap
How long before your heart is moved enough
to care for the victims of so called God's love
How long will it take for you to start seething
and take up the cause of ridding the world of Religion?
Do you not see the women treated like cows?
or the children murdered in the thousands?
what more evil has to happen in the world
before we start loving equally, the boy and the girl?
Where and when do we draw a line in the sand
when these holy wars have destroyed our lands?
or they have beheaded us all and cut our hands?
Perhaps when all freedom is buried in the sands?
Wake up to the evil that is religion
it binds, it cuts, it recruits by the legions
it tears through all that is lovely and pure
its time we stood up, and found a cure
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Fridays, fridays, getting there
winds with their fulminations full forced
an array of a slow crawl and taunting sun
just want to go flex
glazing the mind, to downcast to longing
stepping over cracks on morning roads
past neighbor’s verandahs - filled with
sensory overloads
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
As the sounds of morning begin to meep,
I told her good night and went to sleep.
I realized,
the secrets of happiness aren’t too deep;
but the climb up the mountain is a little steep.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
I smoke cigarettes
and I smoke and I smoke and I smoke and I smoke
and I drink, drink the whiskey and my whine
my livers are dry and I've changed my name to
Black Lung Jack
Ohhh, well give me some of that crack, Jack!
We'll take taps and spice our tea
with shrooms and and wait until we see
we'll walk around and
we'll cry and we'll cry and we'll cry
Then off we go we'll see a show and afterwards
we shall ****
but don't mistaken by such a kind boy cause
he might just have the clap so wear
a glove and let him shove and grind up
against your back
and I meep and I cry as we say our goodbyes,
Ill go home, perhaps ill take a nap
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
*it just kind of happens
and I don't know what to do
but I know I am lost
without you*
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
he brings me peace
wrapped up in love
his love is tender sweet
we fit together as hand in glove
he knows just such
to soothe me right
and when I need his touch
to be strong with might
he found me blue
bruised petals torn
knew what to say and do
to chase away my forlorn
he has ruined me now
for any other ever
with the love he endows
a bond too strong to sever
he is more than a good man
my respect for him grows
depend upon him I can
as he can me he knows
the love he gives is so good
forever my heart his to keep
at last love manifest as it should
forever I am his little meep
© J.C.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Am I awake or am I dreaming?..
'reality' can be misleading
So let's strip it down
Take it back to source
Soul searching - √ (tick) done
It's pivotal(pineal?)
Of course!
Je pense donc je suis
Of that I'm sure
Hold on...dreaming? Awake?
Unsure once more
Come on ___ give me a break!
Oh lordy Lou my brain is Swiss cheese
Misfiring synapse perhaps?
Brain freeze?
Relapse?
Deja Vu?
Phew!
Methinks (not again!) I am _____ am I?
Or just overloaded jeez
Did someone mention cheese?
Yum yum _________ yes please!
Hmmm _____ more likely I just need
A summer holiday nap!
J.C. "little meep" 25/04/2019.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
I just want to die
And I don't want you to understand
I am not okay
And I don't have the energy to explain why
I'll tell you I am fine
But I have crossed all the lines
Just let me go
So I can sleep forever
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
rain beats steady
on nights drum
feeding the rhythmic
thrum thrum thrum
infects dull vistas
with marcasite shine
thundered light
keeps metered time
marking
rumbled hallmarks
of sub tropical clime
as sleep eludes
may
the pen be fed
in solitude
sleepy eyes
sleepy head
chasing sleep
until
rains lullaby
soothes little meep.
J.C. "little meep" 08/09/2019 4.44am
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC