"shrek" poems
I was only 9 years old.
I pray to Shrek every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “Shrek is love” I say, “Shrek is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a ****** I knew he was just jealous of my devotion
to Shrek. I called him a ****
He hits me and sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's Shrek! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "This is my swamp."
He grabs me with his ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my *** cheeks for Shrek.
He penetrates my ******** It hurts so much,
but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my **** tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my ****
with his love. My dad walks in.
Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says, "It's all ogre now."
Shrek leaves through my window.
Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
shrek is beck
deck is smeck
get top decked by the kripp
or u wont get any dipp
slip slop
drip drop
kip kop
hippity hoppity hood
goes the clock
tick tock
the mouse ran up the wall
and died
rest in pizza
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
Shrek was sad
Very depressed
But on day
He was gay
and found a boy to play
with
****** shrek
very yeck
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Shrek is wreck
Wreck is deck
Deck is beck
Black rack
In the back
Of the knick-knack
Zipppity bow
How is how?
In the luau
I only eat lard
Poems are hard
cancer
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
After a nice laugh a tear rolled down my cheek
Shrek wiped it with his big green ear
Want to take a mud bath? he said grinning
sure
We went outside to the swamp and I took my clothes off
Shrek did not like this
GET OUT ME SWAMP
I ran away and cried...
I came back refreshed to the cottage
I lied down
Shrek came in and took a bite of my onion
After that I was angry I yelled at Shrek
WHY DON'T YOU EVER KISS ME
Shrek was angered by this
I went down on my knees to pray
he went to the bathroom
Donkey came in
I had mixed emotions when Donkey came in
for the first time I was in love
his big ears
his hooves
his hair
his nose
I loved every bit
last night
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Shrek opened up the doors to a new day
As I smiled upon his glistening beauty
His gradient rays warming every being and creature
Oh how I love Shrek.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Shrek is love, I told them, Shrek is dreck, they answer.
So I make this poem, to give them the cancer.
Shrek is life, I’m groaning, while they’re battering me.
I don’t care, I’m flying, over the devilry.
I don’t care that I bleed, because my Shrek is here.
I know he’s behind me, with strong ogre muscles.
He will venge what they did, and feel them with sweet fear.
Stronger than an army, he’s only leaving skulls.
But what if he succumbs, what if he expires ?
No, you cannot get him, he is stronger than God.
Wonder from where he comes, maybe he pulls the wires.
The bullies were all gone, thanks to my green best friend.
And just for all he’s done, friendship does never end.
Shrek is love, Shrek is life, and Shrek is everywhere.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
Who is there I ask?
(Shrek walks out from the shadows)
It's me Shrek says in a **** tone
I look down
Shrek lifts my chin and we meet eyes
I sigh, but I'm no ogre
He smiles, But you have layers
I laugh. He laughs. We laugh
...
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
I was only nine years old, I loved Shrek so much.
I pray to Shrek each night. "Shrek is love" I say, "Shrek is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a ****** I knew he was just jealous of my devotion
to Shrek. I called him a ****
He hits me and sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's Shrek! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "This is my swamp."
He grabs me with his ogre hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my *** cheeks for Shrek.
He penetrates my ******** It hurts so much,
but I do it for Shrek. I can feel my **** tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please Shrek. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my ****
with his love. My dad walks in.
Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says, "It's all ogre now."
Shrek leaves through my window.
Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
CHECK YOURSELF BEFORE YOU SHREK YOURSELF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
Am I a good person?
Underneath all these layers
(The layers of an onion)
[Like Shrek, full of layers]
-pretty sure the onion quote is dead-
I don't want you
to remove my layers
to find a person that
isn't the same on the outside.
Onions are perfect
because with each layer
they look exactly alike.
If you took me apart
we'd find the person
I think you want me to be.
(If you took me apart you'd be a murderer)
[Don't try to find out, organs don't talk.]
-The mess would be such a hassle-
I wish someone could tell me.
It's all in the way,
these layers
they're all that we have.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
What was it like?
The fight?
Well I’d say it was like…
Eowyn valiantly facing off with the Witch King
It was like Obi Wan flinging droids around with the flick of his hand
It was like saying “Hi” to Scarface’s friends
It was like the feeling Shrek got when he saved Fiona
It was like the moment when we first realize Scar will betray Mufasa
It was like watching the Joker toy with Batman’s head
It was like watching King Leonidas **** Persians in slow motion
It was like John McClane actually dying
It was like the green burst of light from Voldemort’s wand
It was like…
It was like…
It was like ******* off the Don on the day of his daughter’s wedding subsequently forcing the Don to leave a horse head in your bed.
Woah dude, that’s too far. The fight between Timmy and Johnny at recess was not like that.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
We steadily crept up the emotional ladder together.
We went from human beings to acquaintances to a more serious matter.
We had break ups and make ups and problems that plagued us.
And if one didn’t pick up then the other would text "Wake up!"
We've been un-together for a while but I'm still infatuated.
I still write her love poems and trip on each man she's dated.
Man, I know I sound over rated.
I can't even think about what she thinks of me.
I recognize that father time hasn’t been good to me.
And recently I realized that, by this time, her hands are probably clean of me.
Man I'm trippin' and I feel like a wreck!
I make the Titanic look like that pussycat in Shrek.
I still remember the time when my heart used to beat,
Like a sweet mellow beat mixed with soulful RnB.
She was definitely a queen and that made me a king
But my queen went to another and that makes me just another brother.
Now please don’t think that in her choice she was wrong.
I admit I was terrible and hard to get along… with.
We're closing in on our Anti-versary.
I hope she's doing well and that she doesn’t want to ****** me.
God I'd do anything to feel her touch.
Just one small slap, I'm not asking for much.
I just miss her…
A word from this Poet, who has loved and lost his girl.
Who has loved and lost the one who forever changed his world.
If you should ever be so blessed…
If you should ever be so blessed as to find that one dime,
That makes you change your mind or inclines you to write a rhyme,
Then don’t let her get away!
Because everyday it gets harder and harder to connect with one another.
And there will come a day when we all give up and say, "Why bother?"
Some say, "Why waste time searching for one person when I can get it on with ten?"
My reply is, "You'll get it on, but after that, what then?"
"What then?"...
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
Shrek
Ugly ogre
Happy villagers
Are so so happy
Shrek the play
Fiona a beautiful princess
Shrek and Fiona united together
What is meant to be will be
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
I use to laugh at ironic things
No punishment for the bad deeds
The Bible says that good 10 fold
The universe returns to us in gold
That fairytales and nursery rhymes
Exist to scare and keep us in line
But on this day fate stepped in
And karma it seems is a comedian
A lesson weaved throughout every line
Carefully crafted as a warning sign
It was a day like any other
As usual jumped in the shower
Quickly washed and rinsed my hair
Noticed too late that it was NAIR!
Every luscious lock and strand
Fell out completely in my hand
What seems like a sick joke being played
Or demented parts a malicious prank
A plot unfolded my part the lead
The lines straight from a horror scene
Like laws of nature or earths gravity
The rules we bend to suit our need
Like a boomerang’s invisible path
It seems to follow when it comes back
Even the ocean and it’s changing tides
Needs the moon’s persuasive side
We are the keepers of what we seek
And what we sow we indeed will reap
The nightmare that we fear the most
Comes back to haunt us like a ghost
Like Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Just a good story in a children’s book
what if the earth gets bored of us
And decides that we are entertainment
those characters we read as kids
Like Pinocchio or the 3 little pigs
Sleeping beauty or the ogre Shrek
You thought was funny as a sketch
Brought to life would pose a threat
Although to you this seems far fetched
The truth Ive written has not been stretched
I hope you read this and know as fact
What you put out there will soon come back
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
step one: mark out your
territory, bordered by
sea surf on the one side and
beach towels on the other;
dig a moat to the left and right so
no one can intrude upon your
Fortress of Solitude.
step two: build a sandcastle.
ignore the imminent
tides and the omnipresent
ravages of gravity; they are
irrelevant to your
Dream of Isolation.
step three: come to realize
that you are not
happy despite
getting exactly what you wanted:
welcome to the real
world kiddo. I hope you
found what you're
Looking For.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Ipp deeb oob voove
Shrek in the me
Hirk ma do dee
Irk groove verande
Trek goova grande
Move the book
Yelp in the hook
Panda in the look
And a bag shook
Never get the dook
Teens are on the clock
Slivers got the shock
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 11:27 PM UTC
A Wizard gave my cousin two choices, become an ogre or praise the new Doctor Who.
It took less than five seconds for him to choose what to do.
He chose to become an ugly green ogre even though it will be for the remainder of his days.
He chose to be an ogre because the new Doctor Who TV show isn't something he'll ever praise.
He became an ogre two years ago and this morning I learned that he doesn't regret it.
He doesn't regret his choice even though he's so ugly that he makes Shrek look like Brad Pitt.
When he was given the choices, he was expected to praise the new Doctor Who.
He has always loved the original Doctor Who TV show but he sure does hate the new.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
Remember when you traced over my photograph
in green paint
and it made me look like Shrek?
I hated you for that.
You're a talented tracer though;
I'll give you that.
Remember that one time you made a list of things I like
in your notebook?
I found it romantic in a tastefully subtle way.
I like that you noted my affinity for knee socks.
The song and the item of clothing.
Remember when I wrote you that poem
on Hello Poetry?
It was kind of cliche
in a charming sort of way
You never admitted to reading it,
but I know you did.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
Dear Battery,
Enough of your Flattery!
You power mere toys,
You are only used by little fuckboys.
But a Lock is a dads tool!
If you disagree you are a fool.
You do not understand Dad jokes even!
You are just a Un-dank Bush wannabe named Steven.
You are best to be leavin' Steven!
Because The 9 Volts are aimin',
To Give you a taste of their dankness,
You best run far and run fast!
Because their going to Shrek you,
Back to the Holocaust.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
The chorus of Katy Perry's song "unconditionally" is written in the future tense. "I will love you unconditionally." This implies that current circumstances preclude love. In other words, her love is subject to conditions.
She goes on to suggest "open up your heart and let it begin."
In other words, her love will become available if and when the subject decides to receive and/or reciprocate it. This sounds like the opposite of unconditional love.
She also repeats many times "there is no fear now." Irregardless of whether she is referring to herself or the subject of her affection, it sounds like there is in fact a lot of fear insecurity and reluctance on both sides. Perhaps this was supposed to highlight the wishful thinking of a person in this situation. Perhaps this whole song is a sardonic analysis of unhealthy, obsessive, unrequited love and how difficult it is to be objective under these conditions. Or maybe Katy Perry doesn't care that her young female fan base will listen to this song and see nothing unreasonable about it. Or maybe it's like the movie Shrek where it's fun for the kids but also has some elements that only adults will understand. Maybe Katy Perry is a gifted lyricist allowing millions of people with different amounts of life experience to listen to her songs and all hear a different message. Maybe the apparent banality of her music actually allows it to function as a sort of mental mirror, forcing people to confront their inner most thoughts. Maybe that's why her music is so popular, because everyone hears it as a harmonious duet between Katy Perry and themselves. Maybe Katy Perry is like a cool kid that's introducing us to ourselves, telling us that we're cool too. Maybe, all of her listeners, whether fans or not, have been enriched by her music.
Or maybe it's just ****** pop that has been marketed very effectively.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
Uncle Andrew,
It's been a long few years since you passed away
It only seems like one!
Although you are sadly not on earth
You will never be truly gone.
You are forever in our hearts and minds
It's because of you we are this kind!
The angels are so lucky
to have someone so down to earth join them!
You are and always will be
everybody's shining gem!
I remember when you would scream for your favorite football team,
Everton
Because you acted like Shrek and Homer,
you were known as uncle Shromerton!
Although you are up with God now,
everyone has made a vow.
To forever have you in our hearts,
even though we have from the start!
To this day forward, you are the very best!
Now it's your turn to deserve a good rest!
Love you always and forever we will remember, Our Uncle Shromerton
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
He's sitting there, with that intense stare, forgetting about the world and daring to care. He's not prince charming, if anything he's Shrek, but the ogre stole my heart in the end. He's beautiful, I hope everyone can see, with his open brown eyes. He's a mess I must confess but what matters is inside.
When I fell in love with him, it wasn't a fairy tale. It was tears and laughter and lies and growth. Nothing kept me going except a solid maybe and an urging instinct to leap into his arms.
When I met him it was even worse, we were looking for benefits and nothing else. But instead we found each other and a possible forever. Who would have known a thief was in my midst? Who knew he could just be it? Not I. Even though before I was interested I felt comfortable and that our hearts just might share beats, I never imagined where he could take me.
Maybe years from now I will laugh at my young heart, but I pray I look back and smile and show our grandchildren this.
How daring am I in writing. I said that aloud in written form. I admitted it. Who have I become? Its crazy how crazy in love I am with him. He changed the romantically cynical and dead into a dreaming sap.
All because he was brave enough to steal my heart. He traversed Wonderland looking for a fabled girl named Grace, simply because I intrigued him, and found instead my heart. In a turn of events, he found it so precious that he decided to keep it. My heart turned an honest man into a thief, but I would have it no other way.
Well regardless, now I must speak straight to you, my ogre thief. I am madly mad over you and happy to be your partner in crime or your princess, whatever any given day suits us. I love you, and that's what matters to me.
So keep on looking off somewhere with that intense stare of concentration and determination, because that is the you I love most. Just you.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC