Best Crinkling Poems

Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning...

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"You are ... different, aren't you?" she said, crinkling her nose.

That sentiment, spoken by my fourth grade home-room teacher
Had been paraphrased many times before
(And would...

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The kitchen radio rumbles heavy drumbeat,

outside, rain pecks out its staccato

on the porch.

Stirring fragrant coffee,

I ponder doing dishes, starting laundry,

pause to glance at him.

Across from...

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I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a...

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Once again mankind hopes and gathers  
Looking towards sunlight after the worse of days
But now released mankind laughs and sings
The young dance
The old with...

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Cicada shells that sticky hands attach

to dirtied shirts

 

Humid evenings echo with jovial screams

and patient parents calling curfew

 

Morning dew and the crinkling of autumn

leaves...

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 it's quiet on the lake right now
sun sliding down from it's perch
as I watch with mixed feelings
from a pew in nature's church

enjoying the paint...

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I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name...

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These rustling humans, how they jabber!
With their smudged and crinkling ink dabber

I lie here resting while their investing
Their moments in this blabbered pestering

I've seen their...

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i plucked a string;
it rang through me
like a hook through
a fish.

i was hooked on
the fine 
craftsmanship;
the way the wood
was cut.

i was convinced
that the hollow
inside contained
a...

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Memories of you talking,
Simply talking to me,
About your day,
About a new song you heard lately,
About how you like worn out jeans,
And how you fangirl over...

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Kit

Before I opened the carton,
   I’d chose the name Kit,
      Thinking of strong Wild West women.

Our little girl,...

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A ringing bell in the near-distance makes her delicate body tremble, as she sat on the corner of the opaquely purple stained living room sofa....

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Inside worn and weathered walls,
Nobles and commoners
Gather and share 
In the field of rosiness.
Together, they are
Composed, well organized.
Each one partaking in blind optimism.
Knowing truly, that
The...

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