Best Gurgle Poems

the village pump-
in a gurgle
my childhood  


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In a pond beside a meadow
Where the slime and algae gurgle
Dwells a lonely Plobawobby
Lurking deep in murky waters.
There in sludgy weedication
All day long alone he...

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It seeps into your bones this silent sadness
Spreading like a caustic cancerous liquid
Black and oozing slithery fingers into spaces
Once open petals to joy and light...

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Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a...

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Oops, It was an Accident

I accidentally let one loose
on a blind date with a guy named Bruce.
We went to the movies on that fateful day
happily...

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Sinking in a sea of Me
I gurgle, choke and bubble
down I go into my depths
into a world of trouble

Immersed in self, I cannot breathe
I'm suffocated...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence. 

 He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth...

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Am Ufer des Flusses
Bevor die Sonne erlischt
Nur leichtes Gurgeln

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At the river banks
Before the sun finally sets
Only a slight gurgle

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A orillas del río 
Antes que el...

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The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof.
And He scatters His poems below and above.
You can see a poem singing on a tree branch...

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My feet are cold; my tiredness lingers;
My back aches from stooping so low.
Dampened by the frigid water below,
I breathed warmth into my numbing fingers.
Again, I...

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Sea waters bathe the shore
time and again with the tide
bringing with it
demolished particles
what once were the walls
of a child's sandcastle
now awashed
across my ceiling and floor
needing...

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I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn...

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It's difficult to fabricate a verse
whose words convey like water in a stream,
but one should try, for there is nothing worse
than words that cannot flow...

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Why must I hear
the tempting gurgle
Of the life giving stream 
A sound wet with promise
Of refreshment

Why must I see
The alluring rush of movement
Liquid heaven
An enticing...

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