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 play.
Tweets twine like ivy, inviting a smile.

Simply the sweetest sound of mirth.
Sans birdsong, saddest silence on earth.


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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 cup.

The fever caused my nerves to shake.
I had to leave her, it just didn't take.
That restless feeling wouldn't rest.
So now...

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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 mature
Women and men

When I hear the laughter
Childish screams
And ghostly
Cheers

I can feel a world at 
Peace
Overcoming my 
Fears

Of a future without...

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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 heat of the day.

On my thighs;
Once constrained heat waves escaping Saharan dunes.

Your touch:

Caressing;
Feather brushes baby blue sky in lazy descent.

Cuddling;
Raindrops...

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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 "Dukes of Hazard".
Silently it flashes in the background.
A blanket is unfolded on the tannish stained couch,
And a pillow rests near...

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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 love's sweet sake.
And dream's for two a future make.
In today's world the past is pale.
So nice to hear love's not...

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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 de l'horizon,

au delà de ce que mon oeil peut voir,

un écoulement doux,

plinking et éclabousser,

vers le bas de la fontaine,

allumé avec...

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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 was a kid
Like most kids that were my age
A Red Rider BB gun was the rage

Loved the outdoors and plinking...

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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 mossy sea.
Feeling giddy in this faerie paradise.
I dosado amidst lichen and bark of ancient trees.

Buzz of bees, and rustic call...

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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 so drunk stinking
With all this linking
To a feeling of sinking
And the ego of shrinking
From all the unthinking
Sounds like fun
See ya...

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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 were old and creaky,
The walls were strong and tall.
The yard was ever the smallest,
Yet, we still found a...

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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 were old and creaky,
The walls were strong and tall.
The yard was ever the smallest,
Yet, we still found a way to...

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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 seeping out of my eyes
leaving the pomace sloshing within my skull
fertilizing seeds of pernicious thoughts and feelings
that soon sprout into...

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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 of social isolation, to stunt the breath
of this illusion, that i might have them more and more times.

the kiss off...

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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 is
The lights dim......

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