Best Plinking Poems

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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Took a cruise down a river of booze.
Pissed my pants and filled my shoes.
Now it's time to clean it up.
Take a shower and drink a...

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Listen to the school bell
Ring 
Distant plaintive 
Wail

Beyond anything the mind can 
Comprehend

And return to a deserted field 
Where spirited girls and boys
Once played

Before 
Becoming...

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Your kiss:

On my lips;
Coral setting sun riding charcoal ocean swells.

On my neck;
Sleepy daffodils wake to mornings golden rays.

On my tummy;
Fields of wheat whisper secrets in...

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The lock clicks,
And the apartment is left lifeless.
Each piece of furniture lining the walls,
Is lifeless under winters' creeping touch.
The T.V. was left on,
Playing reruns of...

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A simpler time of simpler rhyme.
Filled with romance simply sublime.
An angels voice from yesteryear.
Sounds oh so nice in this boys ear.

A love of love for...

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Un bruit si plaisant

venez de la petite fontaine,

Je regarde dehors au-dessus du côté du balcon, 

cinq histoires du sable mou ci-dessous,

au-dessus de la courbe douce...

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"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."  

I’m still ashamed of what I did
My only excuse is I...

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Lemony pines spring from my Summer mind,
dangling their scent, like Christmas ornaments.
I close my eyes and follow the sapphic breeze.

My bronze feet bounce through the...

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What the heck am I thinking
I should maybe go drinking
And hear music plinking
With the glasses of clinking
See some girls winking
It has my eyes blinking
To be...

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The house wasn't much to look at, 
Although it was grand in its day.
But we never got tired of visiting, 
Or seeing the family on...

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The house wasn't much to look at,
Although it was grand in its day.
But we never got tired of visiting,
Or seeing the family on Sunday.

The floors...

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Cocked heads at curious angles
Fingers probing
plucking
plinking
Seeking a certain sound
Not quite yet...
Restlessness increasing
As if we who have paid good money for this are not---
Ah! There it...

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I no longer listen to certain songs that remind me of you
If I do my brain becomes like white grapes in a wine press
the juice...

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how clever a peck on the cheek, a kiss on the head
a hug with a boa constriction for the parents i love.

how cruel this fate...

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