Best Plumped Poems

I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy but I think it can be done. First I am going
to break down your overall wish into many smaller wishes.

I...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on sheets of lavender

on shelves of shaving mugs - Old Spice

soap roped in shower stalls.



Oh the images warmed and torn, sun...

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When I look in the mirror, I see my pretty face,
with spots and wrinkles I have not tried to erase.
Fine lines, creases and years of smile lines too,
I am getting older, not youthful, time can be cruel.

My lips are normal shaped and not plumped like...

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In the darkness of the night, 
a ruby gleams 
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened 
to feeling, 
reflection, light, 
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a revealing,
one that will go to show.

Her beauty is like a...

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pillow pinched, plumped, plopped
pummeled, punched, flattened, flopped, dropped
at long last got up
french-press-boiled fresh-ground coffee
supplements insomnia...

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Storybook Dreams

As sunset paints sky with liquid gold
Gilded dreams wait to tease bold
Wrapped in crimson robe’s affection
Mirroring tranquil books reflection
Within the fringes of a dream
Dance fancies waiting to be seen
Tucked sweetly in illusions bed
Pillow plumped under her head
Drifting off to fairytale land
While angels gently hold...

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I Slept with a Female Mosquito..... By Peter Onyancha
(part I)

I Slept with a Female Mosquito. 
Waking up, Good morning, but goodness!
Stupid lewd fly; family of the blood sucker
Fretful, I study the plumped mosquito
My science talks to me, unfaltering
My eye bulges and I nod, I see,...

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The monster of a gate commanded my attention
Heavy,wrought iron, ornate. A definite unquestionable boundary
It guided to a beautifully shaped pool 
My gaze traveled to the house, three full stories
I imagined large rooms, the kind that could welcome a 10 foot 
Christmas tree and both sides...

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A Pity-Pillow So Comfy
Placed & Plumped Consolingly
It Is Plush & Puffed With Feeling Sad
and Sulking Sorrowfully

Upon Hues of Blue & Charcoal-Lead
I Heavily Lowered My Bowed Head
As My Pity-Pillow's  Pushy-Perfume
Overwhelmed My Canopy Bed

Silken-Sorrow, It Softly Embraced
Trimmed In Night's Deep Shadow-Lace
My Pity-Pillow Took Teardrops' Taste
& Swallowed...

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The Stench of Prejudice.
 
When silent prejudice strikes
in living rooms with plumped-up sofas
a quietly insidious venom begins to seep
into the consciousness of the chattering ones as they sleep
 
The beliefs held so true and so deep
appear stripped of all feeling
empty and hollow and without compassion
as...

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My thoughts lie on hold, quenched by white milk poured,
    drowns muesli like seas surge foam washes rocks.
Raisins float, get plumped, then when engorged, sink
    like ticks, hungry for food, drop off when full.
The puffed wheat are funny to...

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Thanksgiving soon coming to town
Turkey plumped up and golden brown
‘tho some like white meat
The dark can’t be beat
To the table we all sit down.

First begin the meal with a prayer
Thanking God for everyone there
Let the feast begin
Knife and fork, dig in
There seems to be food...

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There once was a lass in decline
who daily drank much too much wine
she rosed* up her lips
and plumped up her hips
but never got any of mine!

Yes, my bottle it remained corked
not guzzled by broads from New York
oh, pink, white or red
I’d hoard them instead
perhaps I...

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Oh, the red bits of swollen tongue 
upon the gray of maple have plumped
like the cheeks of small children red with run!
The bangs of pussy willow frond
will soon tickle the noses of man swept dust,
baring the fragrance of balsam-pine leavings
scattered with the golden tinsel 
of...

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Rough koi in oils
crimson speckled 
liquid light-

swimming past
my northern wall
tucks me into bed at night

Velvet seas
plumped goose feathers
prickled ends-

Every pillow
trimmed in satin
hoping we could make amends...

Hammered copper bowls
green in skin
sleeping sound-

In the dark 
I hear you weeping
Now I know you're still around

Calloused fingers
braille to read...

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