Best Plink Poems

An icicle drips, drips
    its measured drops
  Plinkety-plink, plink, plink 
    on my window, like rain

  Each...

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Each little drop of rain I see
goes plink plink plink into the pond,
then disappears so easily
as if I’d waved a magic wand!

Inside the pond’s refreshment...

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How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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Written: December 12, 2023
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Twilight swallowed me, striking me speechless 
   ...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it...

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Simply birds chirp, chirping in song,
belonging to a cloudy day.

Simply birds plink, plinking paradisaically.
Wee angels with harps in their wings.

Simply my teeny, tiny forest at...

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Most restful sleep since... being in utero

Courtesy restless leg syndrome
spouse called me expletive rat fink
ousted me out the bed with plink
as lovely bones almost got...

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The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves
they're dipped in orange butterscotch.
The squirrel's nests of pick-up sticks
hide acorns stores which plink-plop.

Below the apple trees bowed branches
mother harvests windfalls...

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It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.

As I opened my eyes in a stink...

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A snowflake falls upon a lash,
melts with the body heat.
Drops to become another stitch,
of the snow quilted scene.

A drop of dew upon a leaf,
trembles before...

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The Cave

I descended in the cavern,
Through a passage, I descended,
Deep and deeper, ever narrow,
Ever further, ever darker.

As I sat and turned my light off,
Not a...

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SMALL   TOWN   LIBRARY   -   OCTOBER


Sleepy with silent words , soundless print      ...

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OLD  MAN  FALLING ASLEEP  READING


Soundless words and mute silence, 
Slowly losing my place, no rush, 
Where time stops and speech ends -...

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Plink. Plink.

Drip...
follows drop,
follows drip,
follows drop.

Plink. Plink.

Resolutely, incessantly,
each precious globule
snakes, languidly, along
labyrinthine tunnel.

Plink. Plink.

Seemingly-innocuous fluid
conveys crucial content
and necessary nourishment:
sole source of sustenance.

Plink. Plink.

Life-affirming droplets
are welcomed, eagerly,...

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