Best Chucking Poems

Limerick based on the quote:

"How much wood, would a woodchuck chuck,
if a woodchuck could chuck wood." 


If a woodchuck could chuck down sand,
would he up-chuck...

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I always dwelled on my faults
my shortcomings
never saw the beauty others saw

hidden beneath the insecurity
falter in search of validation 
from the things and people that...

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I bought a new pillow
But you may behold,
In back of my closet,
Where I hid the old.

My chair pads were faded;
I purchased a set.
Did I ditch...

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When I said it was over
You said hurtful things
You called me out my name
You said you had no feelings for me anyway
And yet you were...

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Dropped a million
On a downtown train
Read a book about the devil
Cut myself with a red knife
Bled crazy
Still alive in this safe house
Chucking cards in a...

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Laugh
Giggle, Guffaw 
Chucking, Tittering, Cackling 
Joy, Mirth, Cry, Chortle 
Tearing, Weeping, Sobbing 
Whiny, Blubber-faced 
Cachinnate...

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A small pile of bone dry leaves lay
nestled, protected between two roots
It was a sorchingly hot sunny day
all the trees desperately needed rain

The land that...

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puppy,   puppy 		                    ...

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When Sid first met me he laughed 
Sat in his seat of an old Ford 135 
Tractor red rust and wet sticking mud
Swathed in a...

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It’s great living in a country town that still can offer peace,
when I come home from a stressful day to finally release
all the tension from...

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GET IT STRAIGHT BBL

Let the wind be still
I wanna speak below my breathe
Let d breeze blow with ease
I want to sneeze but in peace

Let the...

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Splish, splash, splosh
Can't see your tears when in the rain
Drizzle and downpour awash
Raining cats and dogs insane

Spitting, torrential, dribble in raindrop town
Bucketing down, chucking down
Pouring...

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I hear the drums of my heart, loudly singing for my dreams to execute. I remember when I was little; ‘the greatest writer’ was my...

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I have seen the stranger many times, always with sorrow
Now have had a visit with him again but now sitting on my bed chuckling with...

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Cathedrals in tea cups. Jingle jangle playtime then. Golden slippers on a carpet of custard. Slip slide. Drip. No droop. Flavoured water is never fake....

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