Best Plunking Poems

Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced breeze

In her bony hands she clutched
dregs of a nightmeg broth
in a porcelain jar stoppered
by a coffinwood shard

Her bare feet stepped...

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No one knows where it happened 
and no one knows when or why,
the little, luminous silver star
came tumbling from the sky

Landing with a plunking sound
falling helplessly into the river,
this tiny piece of heaven on earth
became a gift without a giver

For it found itself upon the...

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This poem doesn’t want to get written.
It’s fighting with all that it’s got.
Apostrophes, commas,
Their daddies and mamas
Are joining to give it a shot.

I’m dragging each word that’s resisting
And plunking it down on the page.
So every letter
I’ve forced, with a fetter,
To take its place up on...

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Invisible predators steal my soul
taking me to a bowl of stale potato chips
dunking me down beneath the cigarette butts
That were not ever well-hidden in the bottom

Plunking me down firmly with their beady
little hands and their alien eyes.  Laughing maniacally
while I thrash around, trying to...

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Tongue twister poem is a self created form. In this form every line has a tongue twisting 
effect with ample usage of Onomatopoeia...

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Swishy swashy waves washing sea shores..
Splattering spluttering slowly foam scours..
Rumbling rambling whooshing, wave roars..
Cackling clashes cracking rocky cores..
Gushing winds growl, grumbling giddy..
Thumping tumbles...

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Plunking sound of rain
On a tin roof, inviting
Nature’s lullaby...

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3:15 a.m. 
 It was a crappy, wet, rainy dog-hiding drizzly morning.
Anthony woke up in a bad mood, with a sore throat, that got worse when he looked out the window.
Of course, the obstinate dog made it better by refusing to go out to relieve...

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She Dances...Come With Me

Her gliding translucence~heaven’s kiss
Leaping lightly aswirl in twilight’s sweet mist
Her sprite easy leap~grandious pirouette 
Into the night she blends in a dark silhouette
At dawn’s cold grey arrival, I awaken to rain
Drops plunking thick up on the window pane
Looking back my ballerina appears...

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Here is another gullible fool in a bad situation.
There she was plunking away the money in this casino nation.
The player was hoping to hit it big with this machine.
However, it sadly concluded as an ugly scene.
She showed no signs of stopping.  She just carried...

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Grief is so strange it catches you by surprise 
One minute your laughing, the next tears in your eyes
A song on the radio, the sun going down
It's all so unexpected, when grief makes you frown

A brief meeting with a friend, a scent in the air
Can...

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Lay away.
I had never heard the term
Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade.
We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side.
Hers was blonde, mine was orange.
		I lamented I could not have...

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Polite Pink 
Perhaps a not-so perfect princess
Performing particularly pathetically

Persuasive Pink 
Promoting purple
Pink, plunking piano 

Passionate Pink 
Photographing Pink
Perhaps playfully probably philosophically

Playful Pink
Prancing, painting, proofreading,
Pink is Me....

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Two fingers trapped in a tinkle
Tap dance on the last
The ivories louder and louder
The notes spinning, spinning so fast

Unleashing the whirlwind it does twirls about the room
The magical piano from which a dust devil makes his escapes
“POOF” thrust into darkness…
As the twister steals the candles...

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Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro

A lightning fast machine
purchased three days ago
now comfortably nestling with
said technological wonder,
where outside a cold wind howls
measuring windchill factor of five below
allowing, enabling and providing me
an opportunity to create virtual reality
issuing veritable deathblow

to any brave soul daring...

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The most beautiful morning I have ever witnessed. 
Mesmerising expanse of cumulonimbus clouds. 




Pull me up there. 
Keep me alive or make me dead. 
I want to fly up in the air.

Misty clouds plunking down from the celestial dome. 
Oh! gravity is losing its control.

I...

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