Best Crinkly Poems
No blue hair or curls for me.
I’ll grow old naturally.
Hanging breasts and flattened bum,
crooked teeth and graying gum.
Sagging knees and chicken skin,
sunny spots and double chin.
Silver streaks through thinning hair,
dimming eyesight no repair.
Crinkly crow’s eyes and flat feet
singing as the Maker I meet.
I don’t care what you say,
I can’t hear you anyway.
Categories:
crinkly, age, beauty, funny, hair,
Form:
Rhyme
My little Eden --
before the fall
a screened porch
in the shade of
an ancient
overarching
fig tree
small wonder
Adam and Eve
needed only one each
to hide their new
nakedness --
chicks in their spring nests
chirping away, feeling nurtured
and protected
oblivious to the serpent
apples not his only ripe
fooled by his appealing strutting
fruited limbs and tasty appearance,
Lucifer, the cat, a black joke of
mine, stirs in my lap only slightly --
he is asleep for full – while I, a rival
fig picker, finish my second cup of
coffee…
my Eden has a thousand garden poems
and their seasons, come and gone,
one would think both heaven and hell
satiated by now
the many morbid failures and bright
triumphs~ despite the thick foliage
I try to write of dappling sunlight, dabbing
word-glistens, here and there, on my crinkly old
face
unkempt growth bleached but yet hopeful
Categories:
crinkly, environment, evil, garden, god,
Form:
Free verse
I’m hanging on to the skeletal branch with all my might
Westerly winds blow but I won’t give in without a fight
My skin once soft and smooth is now wizened and wrinkly
Dark veins are so visible now, I’m all brown and crinkly
Suddenly a huge gust of wind releases me
HELPPPP! I’m
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Silently I drift down to the ground,
Now I am lying on my winter bed where I will curl up and die
No longer the last lonely leaf on earth …
For now I’m surrounded by my friends and family …
Inspired by the lonely leaf poem by Sophiya Kamil
28th November 2015
Categories:
crinkly, death, tree, weather, wind,
Form:
Personification
(Base USO club, Zweibrucken, Germany, 1963)
Of a lazy afternoon, I sit
propped up,
Bones aching, sorely tired from
lack of work,
And dutifully read the comic
strips
With bored eyes while my mind
dozes.
I sit enveloped in my peculiar
Grayish pallor, which clings
And will not disappear,
And martyr myself to the gods
of convention.
I smoke acrid-tasting cigarettes and
Loudly chew a cud of gum, popping it
Absent-mindedly, and I turn the
crinkly sounding
Pages, one after one, slowly
and intently,
So as not to disarrange the sheaf.
The dryish smell of printed
comic strips
Irritates my nose, but I don't
sneeze --
Merely wriggle it a bit for some
relief.
My brightly polished shoes are propped
Upon the table and I lean back and tilt
the chair, and my hair
Is closely cropped and combed with care,
no strand
Out of place, pomaded and arranged.
My clothes are neat and clean
and stylish
And I brush away a nonexistent
crumb and
I slowly chew and loudly pop my gum,
Moisten index finger, moisten thumb,
And turn the colored printed page
of comics,
Snicker at the antics pictured
While I glance about.
And wonder.
Categories:
crinkly, absence, angst, anxiety, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.
One day as the wind blew through the Crumpledink trees'
tickling the crinkly bright yellow leaves.
Johnny and Betty decided to play,
out on the porch, where they'd stay there all day.
They opened the door, but to their surprise,
a blue fuzzy creature, smallish in size,
jumped up from the chair and stretched out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you my friend," his words rather bland.
"Who are you?" said Betty with a sheepish grin
as she held out her hand and his fur touched her skin.
"I am what I am, and my name is that too,
I'm a Grrreeble," he said, "and I live at the zoo."
"Then what are you doing here at our house?"
asked Johnny, his voice squeaked like a mouse.
"I saw you at the zoo in the star gazing dome.
You seemed so nice, I followed you home."
"But you can't stay here," Johnny croaked like a frog, "So,
back to the zoo, to the zoo you must go!"
Betty looked at the Grrreeble and said, "This may be hard..,
You know mom said we can't leave the yard."
But Betty, Oh Betty, what will we do,
How will we get Grrreeble, back to the zoo?
The Grrreeble just sat, head in his hands
"Johnny, I think that you don't understand."
Then he said, "I don't wish to go back to the zoo,
I like it here, I'll stay here with you."
Betty looked at Johnny and giggled with glee,
"Can we keep him? I want him to stay here with me."
"No", Johnny said, "No we can't, no, No, NO!
as soon as he can, to the zoo he must go!"
Johnny looked at the Grrreeble and said with a sigh,
"We really do like you, but we must say goodbye."
So they played for a little
games like frosty fooks frittle
with bright red hats and dressum up clothes
and loud frustal whistles, you blow through your nose.
Then later that morning after eating their brunch
they made him a sandwich, dinklebutter and jelly, to take for his lunch,
and turning away Grrreeble said, with tears in his eyes,
"Thanks, it's been fun, to play with you guys."
Now often they visit their friend at the zoo
with a dinklebutter sandwich, they hope you'll come too.
9/17/2015
Categories:
crinkly, children, friend, fun, silly,
Form:
Couplet
Crumbling crinkly, cracker crumbs
into salty, seafood stew,
Mother made our midday meal.
Fast for favorite food we flew.
Gluttony Glenda gulped a glass
of Linda's lovely, lemon tea.
While Will wolfed down whole walnut meats,
carefully crunching kernels free.
"Savages", sister Susan said.
"Politeness, please," our papa pled.
7/4/14
For Dr. Mehta's contest
Categories:
crinkly, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
New fashion Trend
There’s a new fashion trend that has my heart achin’
A scarf that looks like a raw slice of bacon
It’s made of silk crepe that looks crisp and all crinkly
Like some bacon uncooked before it’s all wrinkly
There’s a border that’s black like the bacon’s been smoked
And a lot of pale silk for the fat they evoked
And of course the top half is all pink and read
For that is the meat on which we’ve all fed
For just one-sixty Franks and a small shipping fee
You could buy this for Christmas and then give it to me
Then my inner GaGa would jump for sheer joy
No, I just changed my mind, I forgot I’m a boy!
Categories:
crinkly, art, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
Hairy Nora reads the Torah from daybreak until dusk.
She’s got four different colored legs, but not a single tusk.
There’s a birdie sitting on her back that moves and sways like Elvis,
Her ears are crinkly when they’re pressed and there’s a mirror on her pelvis.
Now I’ve been almost everywhere on my old rusty bike,
But an elephant like Nora, I have never seen the like.
Categories:
crinkly, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I love you better
than Cookies and Cream,
my lifelong favorite
more than seas playing footsies
with shore clams
in cuddly tropical sands
The warmth of enticing Caribbean
soothing waters
(billowy-sails...fields of overhead
stars...night's complicit fireflies
helping chart to a romantic cove
a beat-up heart seeking a paradise-like
new-start)
(a desire for tasteful, novel, cheerful effervescent
brew, a need to leave on the old dock past that settled for
impure bitters)
( navigate clear of thought defacing
apps like Facebook's and Twitter's
that falsely entice, tempt
a free-thinking, sacred spirit, to
express living solely on a mindless
uncaring device – not a true life, just a
wax slice
not abiding complete, but in fact,
manipulated into electronic defeat....)
Petals need firm attachment if to be
enticing blushing roses~ blooms for crinkly smiles,
puckering lips and playful toes-es –
Valentines of
perfumed hearts made of hand-laid,
lacy type paper, crafted by flirty eyes
in agreement with pheromone receptive
noses
A softly played harp...a bower of flowers...
Back lathering showers shared – which
requires a minimum of two daring
hearts...wantonly, lovingly paired –
Love is always trumpeted, openly, fondly, vociferously
musically declared....
Categories:
crinkly, hyperbole, inspirational love, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Discarded plastic can bring creature alarm.
On the head of a manatee, it has no charm.
Paper comes from trees, lost habitats, poor bee.
Is it just convenience that matters, to thee?
Paper or plastic, what shall it be?
The answer sometimes flip-flops within me.
Why you may ask, just read on to see.
Should one use paper, at the grocery shops?
Paper bags decay quickly in acid raindrops.
When added to mulch, it nourishes crops.
And, paper bagged plants save fragile leaf tops.
Paper is bulky; plastic is not.
Plastic has features that paper does not.
Plastic or paper decisions flip-flop.
Yes, plastic is easy to loop on the arm.
And it does not bring any tree harm.
You could even use it around plants on a farm.
So, keep the weeds out and lessen plant harm.
Paper makes masks; plastic should not.
Plastic lasts long, paper will rot.
Paper or plastic decisions flip-flop.
It’s not just convenience that matters to me.
Plastic, when emptied, stays crinkly-crunchy.
Paper saves wildlife, which is extremely peachy.
Paper or plastic, what shall it be?
Is it just convenience that matters, to thee?
© February 22, 2012
NO NAMES on poems
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Paper or plastic Free Poetry
Sponsor Susan Burch
Categories:
crinkly, animals, nature, people, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
She smoothed the worn out roses on the apron in her lap
lamplight mellowed roughened knuckles
as she spread out her treasures
Like Silas Marner,thumbing his golden coins
Martha gently fingered every token of her life's journey
Some she even kissed,tenderly,reverently,recalling
some dear face,a memory,attached as surely as if it was
etched,permanently ,on her heart.
Martha smiled,whispered,and prayed as one by one she
placed her keepsakes back in a cedar box
until she came to the one thing she always saved til last
Her wedding veil. still crinkly and alive though yellowed with time
she took it up and put it on.Stiffly she hobbled to the mirror
In the looking glass she was nineteen and aglow with love
Arthur stood behind her,smoothing her hair.
she turned as he lifted the veil to kiss her,
Come my love,let's go down to dinner,he mummered in her hair
She took his arm and let him escort her to the dining room
The reception was a great success,or so the nurses told her
as they dressed her for bed and carefully put the mischievious
veil back in the cedar box beside her bed.
Categories:
crinkly, anniversary, love, wedding,
Form:
Narrative
Walk in woods enriching and serene
Draws gratitude quieting garrulous mind
Tranquil forests of breathtaking peaks
Whisper softly building profound links
Soaring trees of Oaks, Conifers and Ponderosa Pines
Form deep rooted networks in robust mountain brims
Sweet bonding and affection of charming mallard pair
Teaches true admiration and persistent care
Meandering streams of small dazzling cascades
Hum cheery tunes flowing through rocky beds
Fallen scattered countless pine needles
Form soft, cushioned carpet for elated ramblers
Cool breezes of fresh whistling wind
Blow newness carrying soothing feeling
Tumbled trees and twigs of many kinds
Show synchronous blending of death and life
Piles of shrunken crinkly dropped leaves
Feed trees and shrubs nourishing meals
Tapping of Acorn woodpecker on oak tree
Breaks silence showing power of tenacity
Dancing butterflies in wild flower fields
Propagate growth of new survives
Playful dog’s innocent, bouncy frisks
Bring harmony to body, soul and mind
In mysteries of mountains, woods, and water
Mind gets lost and soul is awaken
Enchanting landscape of loving Mother Earth
Breeds profound grace showing interdependent world…
Categories:
crinkly, environment, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A cowboy of old, the wild west kind
Lived by a strict code you will find
Fed any stranger and his horse
No questions asked because
Next time, next town he might be
That stranger needing help you see
Rode with the animals slept by a fire
Living in a house was not his desire
Could tame a horse in no time at all
A brave soul that followed natures call
Not like the cowboys of today
Who dressed to kill would look away
From a stranger needing a meal
No code of honour does he feel
Has Sunglasses pushed up on his head
The old cowboy would rather be dead
Than look like today’s cowboy with trainers on
No leather chaps with fringes upon.
Always I will visualize when the word cowboy I hear
A crinkly faced western cowboy in charge of wandering steer
Penned April 13 2014
Categories:
crinkly,
Form:
Rhyme
Furry, silky, bumpy, scratchy,
Velvety or smooth –
Textures can repel, intrigue
Or comfort us and soothe.
Prickly, crinkly, soft and downy,
Sticky, cold or rough –
Some you can’t let go of;
Others – once might be enough.
Scruffy, woolly, stringy,
Slinky, satiny or sleek –
As we grow, so many textures
Lose their magic and mystique.
But just brush a pine tree’s needles
On a baby’s reaching hand
As you watch his face in wonder
And you’ll start to understand
There’s enchantment tucked in touches
And amazement we can feel,
Which a baby’s searching fingers
Can remind us and reveal.
Categories:
crinkly, baby, senses,
Form:
Rhyme
Couch Potato
Crinkly wrinkly chips are easier on the dip
Regular ones are lighter on the tongue and lips
Remote control is always by my side
To surf the airways with due diligence
Football season is coming soon enough
To satisfy my fat and toothless self
My glowing baldness is a wonder to behold
Complimenting, blending in, with the cushy couch
Facilitating the couch potato life in hobo style
I was engineered to serve the proper docile life
I call the nasty wench to keep the brats away
And bring me guacamole and some beers
While I vegetate and play video games all day
On cozy pillows all about
The bathroom is too far away to crawl
So down the hall I roll and roll right back
Plant myself before the TV screen
Sink in to the comfy cozy couch again
Surrounded mostly by myself
And do the couch potato thing and stuff
I can never get enough
Categories:
crinkly, adventure, career, drink, identity,
Form:
Free verse