Best Crackly Poems

August is almost a memory
Breezy cool nights are getting stronger
Colorful days of autumn soon will stay
Days are shorter, nights are longer
Each falling leaf brings us closer to winter
Finally time to put the lawnmowers away

Golden leaves flutter gently to the ground
Harvest season will be makings its...

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You'll smack your lips, at his silver side
Our beefy lad will cure your ham
His tender loins, are worth your coins
And if you ask, he'll stuff your lamb
 
I tell no fibs, you'll love his ribs
It ain't no joke, his crackly pork
Worth every pound, his piece...

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The breeze is blowing on my shoulders
as I pedal hard through the snow.
My tired legs just won't give up,
my chilly cheeks aglow.

The wind is hitting my bike with a force
so strong that I cannot fight it, of course.
The cold is slowly getting to me,
my voice...

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Pippidy pop the hops on top,
Never just the one, a few,
Pippidy pop once again he stops,
To find himself askew,

Crickiddy crack the floor boards do slack,
As he walks to a lady, red skirt,
Crickiddy crack as the pub fire goes black,
But a spark burns still, they flirt,

Tippidy...

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You don’t see many grasshoppers
Around here, but there’s one nearby
And just this morning
I dreamt a praying mantis
Came in my bedroom window

Perhaps I need divine intervention
Of an insect kind

Robins are laughing
In the autumn morning sunlight
As they gambol
From tree to bush and back again

A gust of wind
Blows...

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winters brisk wind gloats....
how silly I look in coats
crackly raw sore throats...

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A WOMAN'S LOVE FOR HER FAMILY:
My eyes are heavy
but they won't  stay closed
My mind won't rest
It's racing all the time
My body aches
my bones Crackle from exhaustion
Soon the Sun is going to shine through 
the window and I will start another day
It begins with making...

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When leaves turn red, we call them dead
But they are just reposing
I think they hate it when we say
That they are decomposing

They stay around on Fall's damp ground
Until the first snows fly 
They share their crunching, crackly noise
Before they say good bye

And every leaf knows...

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Blue skies envelop us
The trees towering into the sky
and here I am
a leaf
drifting in the wind.

Small, curled, and crackly
I float on the breeze.

A zephyr from the west carries me to the coast.
It gently lowers me down
like a mother setting down a child
after a long walk...

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I got my drivers license!!!!

Now, excitement lies an easy walk from boredom. 
The second school ends, I reach for the keys, 
like a seedling stalk turns to the sun.
I’m soaking in this new freedom with litmus thirst.

What a spell - “combine gravel and motors for...

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I wish to sing as sweetly as the birds high in their trees
To fly, to jump in crackly dry leaves
And to venture to places unexplored.

I wish there be eagles that soar
Over mountains, rivers, and more.
I hope small joys are forever accounted for
And for nature’s simple...

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things of disbelief
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the crackly voices
of ash concepts would know
the facts versus you

reality gears
mechanics of potential
to one profit thing

but old and ancient
needs that will replace money
still cry "not yourself"

"just the happened facts
self-ie-world is not the facts
understand or not"


stan...

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When I met earth
She was solid
felt good between my toes

When I met fire
He was hot
crackly and exciting

When I met water
She was swell
cleansingly refreshing

When I met wind
He was cool
always on the go

Signed up
Time passed
Found out that

Earth quakes
Fire bakes
Water boils
Wind roils

Scared me

'til I real eyesed
I 'm scary,...

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As I walked the tree lined avenue of life
 My eyes behold a wonderful sight
 Birds with red breasts and colours galore
 Sing and bathe in pools on the floor
 
 The darkness disappears through the sunlit leaves
 Changing their colour in the friendly breeze
...

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The ground was full of brittle crackly things
They broke as I walked.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I thought I was walking on lightbulbs.

I stopped walking to look and see
These things were curvy and brittle.
I put them on my fingers and wore them to dinner.
They were cicada shells

Not a...

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