Best Cringe Poems

These feelings in my mouth 
Make it hard to speak. 
Sour and acidic  
My face becoming a perma cringe!
I would swallow my words
But I fear death would be ,
The end result.
I cannot breathe dread and 
Anxiety take hold of me.
I grow pale;
And pray you...

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See Trump I Cringe

When I woke up in middle of the night
Another poem I did decide to write
All about Trump and mess he is in
Locker room talk and won't say it again
Now each time cringe seeing his sight.

Jim Horn

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I cringe when the smoke comes
Of the crippled boy leaning on the ground
Creeping toward the sounds
Of the birds of love, celebrating
A cremation party with bounce.


I cringe when the smoke comes
 To the hardy knight’s pout
Under the hyena’s slurping sounds,
To the immolated pigeon on the ground.

I...

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She loved the feeling of the singe,
As she further pushed in the syringe.

(Note: This is about no one. Just a cool rhyme and dark topic.)...

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 the Dark encroaches
frightening fears
smothering heart beats
ending now



Deaths beginning
near
Final


-For Dr. Ram Mehta's "Septolet" contest.
Tim Bryant...

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Cringe After Hearing about Binge

Regarding disaster we were on the fringe.
And about the thought will always cringe;
Then we worried,
While they hurried;
Heard they had been on a drinking binge.

Jim Horn...

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Are you ready for a few laughs
from Horn Haiku of course

Cognitive dissonance and resonance

Santos on drug binge
had been using a syringe
causing us to cringe

Santos still livid
they say that he has COVID
loosing would flip lid

had mind badly soiled
Santos is like eggs hardboiled
a child who was spoiled

When...

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Cringe at Image of Scrimmage

what we did was cringe
when they inserted syringe
trump did see image

Jim Horn...

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Assailed, maligned, hounded and betrayed
And all for why, simply for the game I played,
My aim to win but of course the lefties don't agree,
Their views alone are all they ever want to see.

Control and power their only final goal,
That's why I say it was they...

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When someone makes a mocking comment about your thing you put effort in, 
It's much more dragging, 
than looks or personalities.
I worked and did.
I sweat and cried.
But was also relieved, happy and amazed.
Every energie of mine, every focus, every motivation.
,,yours look very good!"
,,Ah, thank you"
,,No,...

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Death is less grave reaper
Than stone-faced gate keeper;
A dark doorman who waits
At eternity’s gates
Opening one to Light;
One to dark, fiery night. 

He will surely show you
The exit to pass through!
As Death’s last oversight
He shuts the gate to Light;
Then Death will cringe in fright 
Doomed to...

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Why do I sing such a memory?
You're gone now, I've sung you away.
Recalling a song
or humming a tune
seems not to be enough.

No, I have to sing, to holler, to bellow
and then that recollection will depart;
such noise will take its place
and singe so many ears.
And then...

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From me another gets a thing 
Because he deserves something
And from me Absolute Nothing,
When he is eyeing Everything;
To the lustful her wished fling
At a fighter lesson-teaching swing
Such as boxers collect in a ring
And detached a feared wing…

And when insult in my ears ring
Dong-ended ding ding
And...

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