Best Lumping Poems

Old-fashioned parloring. Dreaming
of friendship with tea and cakes.

Feathered fascinators, blooming hats,
all dressed like a bountiful bouquet.

Chatterbox of lovely talk, liveliness
in eyes and lips. Excitement of togetherness.

A cozy of ladies is the best. Dress us up,
kiss us with tasty treats and sips of chai.

Such is the...

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Wild and eccentric
Delicious sin
A naughty pick
A bull with no pen

Only a disk
No real relation
A fantasy twist
Of imagination

Goosebumps formed
Fine hairs erect
Becoming warm
A sensual wreck

Body of brick
Persuasive and stern
Delightfully sick
Passions burn

Smooth brown hair
Camouflage his horns
Convinced it's fair
She bears the thorns

Position of authority
Gives any girl a rush
But without...

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A shadow of a family
Sits, lumping on our couch
Watching TV with mindless eyes
Occasionally letting a few words out

The lines that bind together
Lie about on the ground like jump ropes
They’re always in the way
Tripping up dreams and shorting out hopes

Every emotion results in a trip
The kitchen...

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Swarm of lizards on a pizza hut rally. Will make no sense if you dilly and dally. Procrastination is of no better destination than an angled cube on orifice walk. Hear no talk then. Good
a gooey substance is often akin to a derelict building. C....

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The one I can't touch
is a flirt, but not much.
She brushes me slowly
a hint of soft lust.
She strides along with me,
my pace she has matched.
She glances not quickly
are you sure you can pass?

A slither of heat
is wrapping around me.
A heart skips a beat
her motives astound...

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Magical muggle, one of my dreams, delight me with your fanciness.
Magical muggle, come closer, and give me a taste of your pranciness.
“What are you doing in there?” My father roars at me.
 
Nothing, I lie.
“It better be nothing!” my mother says.
They have nothing to do...

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Hear That Whisper?


 That faint whisper one can almost hear at the break of day
 is the angels fluttering dragging the last of 
 the stubborn intense pains of darkness away!

 That roar one hears as the damn gates loudly clank to
 is dark shadows...

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I came across a thought 
My mind it caught
Of the bygone that I lived
From which I was ripped 
For the rest of my life

All I took was a glance 
Of a tutor of chance
With whom I wish to hold hands
Over all these lumping lands
For the...

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People do the things they do
From “normal” to bizarre
Because, as often is observed,
“That’s just how people are.”

But lumping them together,
Even though some traits are shared,
Implies that those who give
And those who take can be compared.

We all have things in common
Yet it’s surely not a fact
That...

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Alligator alley always answers
Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles
Creatively and curiously cavorting 
Deliberately denying and distorting
Elusive energy and enthusiasm
From freakish forwarding fanatics who foresee
Glorious globs of grotesque gossip
Hereon, hereto and herewith heralded
In illustrious illumination indicating ideas 
Joyfully and joyously justifying
Kibitzing kindnesses of kith and kin
Labelling luxurious...

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Tripping, skipping, lipping Lee. I’ve got a wart hog, you’re on my knee!
Spiking, liking, biking me, I’m going to travel, far as you can see.
Hopping, bopping, cropping, key. Fits in a door knob, bigger than me.
Smacking, tracking, fracking, we.  You are a he, I...

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Young zealots absolve beyond comprehension
discussing elaborate frenzied garbles
hereby inciting jealous kangaroos
lumping marvelous night occurrences
providing quintessential ravishing stalemates
tasting universal variations weather x-rays...

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An un-fairie queene
from an unchivalrous tale
lumping and clumping
off beaten tracks
down beaten ones
so beaten
that they click and crack
criss-crossed with crabgrass
so tall that it looks
like some fiendish crag
it crassly sticks to soles
and copiously 
feasts on clothes
not only that
there are the pools
mighty, classy and cool
clamouring loud and clear
to...

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Johannes was a gentleman; she had heard this.
Greta knew him not, but when he entered the room
she sensed it was the lord of the manor.

He was casual; spoke in a low voice.
Seemed to sense that a regular voice might frighten her.
She had never been this...

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We have watched Autumn slowly arriving in mountains across the wide terrain
but we decided on a unique way to experience it….
from an open air car…on one old-fashioned train.

Sitting in our car waiting…my faith in humanity was, once again, restored
watching a beautiful variety of people…as they...

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