Best Puckered Up Poems
One lone rose tumbled from the basket,
the same as the others but set apart
All were beautiful. They congregated
in one basket, these Southern belles,
but she, with her pink cheeks, tumbled,
she’d cut her ties. She loved them, indeed,
but not exclusively. No one was there
to hold her by the hand. She knew
and cared about the world out there.
all the southern belles
beautiful, adorned in pink ~
one lone rose cut ties
She’d end up in a beautiful bouquet,
dusted off, picked up from the floor.
She was the bride’s favorite - was she
something new or something old?
She wasn’t sure - it didn’t matter,
she was used for a moment in time,
carried as the piano played, as
the crowd stood to admire the bride.
how the bouquet served,
open to severed flower ~
the pride of the bunch
Puffed-up in the part she played.
The lovely pink dustable would be saved,
dried, sprayed. She was loved, as surely
as if she was the velveteen rabbit, boxed
up - almost nearly ever gawked at. Her
favorite time was when a little girl, who
looked so much like the bride of years-
gone-by, opened the box and picked her up.
surprise opening
admired, crushed, and scattered rose
a little girl laughs
She was admired and crushed and
a puckered up lady scooped her up
and kissed her over and over again
telling her of her favorite flower - a foundling
she admired even with its scattered petals.
kisses are gathered
strewn on the cheeky lassie ~
she’s a gift of life
She gave one petal to the mischievous girl -
“God bless you! May this grow into
a pretty bouquet, special and unique.
I’ve been so blessed, dear one.
May your life be so blessed too.”
understanding not
but love was never forgot
for girl’s heart was full
Then the worn out rose saw the old
bride kiss her granddaughter, again,
as they laughed and the girl’s cheeks
turned an eternal pink, taking on the hue
of reignited petals. She would stand apart
from the rest, though she loved them all
would serve the world. Her name was Rose.
her namesake of old
ruffled, lacy, magi’s gift
a blessing from God
9/1/2022
Categories:
puckered up, flower,
Form:
Haibun
It often trickles slowly, timid and shy
From the inner eyelid of a song
Or down the cheek of a distant mountain
A sunset rising beyond the hill, or moonlight on the window sill
A rose in bloom…a drop of dew…so tiny, sweet and beautiful
It fills a cup with voiceless wonder, and deep affection
It languishes softly…with wild abandonment
And will not be tamed
But, another kind is rooted deep
Buried where the light can’t reach
The anguish of the world falls on it’s cheek
It dwells beside the hopeless shore
Until thundering waves can't be ignored
The first single tear drifts down the walls
Into the shadowy tide of a river, longing
Bleeding old wounds, through all the old hurts
Looking for a place to hide
The sky above the earth will darken
Behind a leaden, lumpy cloud bank
Now the day has puckered up a bottom lip
Round spattering tears are warm
Prelude to the storm
The day will weep
Until it falls asleep
.....................
For the One Silver Tear Contest: 7/26/12
Categories:
puckered up, day, old, sad,
Form:
Free verse
As I was sitting on a bench and I was looking at this tree
Down ran a chipmunk, who came to say hello to me
I reached inside my tote bag to see what I could find
To give to Mr. Chipmunk while he sat on his behind
I found a bag of peanuts that would suit him very well
I watched him crack them open as he threw away the shell
Down ran another chipmunk to join in for the feast
But she was very cautious, I guess she thought I was a beast
I said hello to Mrs. Chipmunk as she puckered up her cheeks
But she ate so many peanuts that she really couldn't speak
Down ran baby chipmunk as curious as can be
To join in for the picnic; oh my god, now there are three
After they had eaten they had left some peanut trails
Then they chirped to tell me thank you and they wagged their little tails
I'll see you all tomorrow, I want you all, to please come back
I'll bring some peanut butter if you'd like another snack
5-4-2018
Your favorite animal in the wild-contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Categories:
puckered up, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Jan, I hope you enjoy :)
THE RHYMING QUEEN OF POOP
Jan sits on her throne singing
Ting-a-ling tinkling
Wrapping TP ‘round and ‘round
Hoping solids come unbound
Queen of Poop’s puckered up
But happily she rhymes whilst a back-up
Yet relief emanates with a ka-boom
And an ah-ha whisked away with TP broom.
Categories:
puckered up, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Goosies
Jennifer Lopez gets them a lot
when she listens to singers on American Idol.
Perhaps it happened to me a few times, but I can’t recall
the specific time that a song gave me the goosies.
Those crazy little pimples above which the hairs stand erect
most usually on our arms
occur when people are moved by things:
music, dance, emotions.
Also things that creep us out or give us great fear
can give us the chills or goosebumps.
My mother used to say, “When you get a sudden chill
for no specific reason, it means that someone
just walked over your grave.”
That happened for me just a couple of times.
Maybe my future burial spot is a little bit remote!
As I think and think about it, I can recall at least one time
this strange phenomenon known as goosebumps
caused not just my arms, but nearly my entire body,
to resemble that of a plucked bird!
It was back in ‘74 and I was with a small group of students
visiting the coast of the Mediterranean Sea off Spain’s beautiful Valencia.
It was late winter (or perhaps very early spring).
All my life I wanted to say I had swum in a sea far from America!
Though the temperature was extremely cold for swimming,
I dared myself to venture out into the Mediterraean that day.
As the others in my group dared only to poke their toes into the ice-cold water,
I submerged my entire body. What a shock it was!
Nevertheless, for at least twenty minutes, I lay on my back,
letting my body float and float,
drifting with the tide while making sure to keep close by the shore.
When I noticed the group was wanting to leave, I swam back.
As I sat in the bus with a towel wrapped around me, I shivered uncontrollably
and my skin puckered up as the hairs rose up on both my legs and arms.
I had been foolish that day, but I felt proud to say
I had swum in the Mediterranean Sea.
Nov. 14, 2019 for the 'Goosebumps' Poetry Contest of Delilah Ventura
Categories:
puckered up, feelings,
Form:
Prose
You puckered up your lips
You went and cut your Beatle fringe
You squeezed in your bikini
And you trimmed your ginger minge
Your shadow on the beach eclipsed
The bathers on the sa-a-a-a-nd
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! You're out to bag a man
.
She lazes on the beach
Down by the Purple Dolphin Bar
She dribbles down her chin
While ogling hotties from afar
And even though you're thrice the size
You started out to be-e-e-e-
Tru-u-u-udy! You'd have two of him for tea
.
She spies a clueless victim
As his glasses hit the ground
She gaffs him with a tender look
And the sturdy rope she'd found
Though it's not gold nor money
That will cure this Turtle Dove
Oh Tru-u-u-udy! It's just buckets full o' love
.
She straddled him, his legs so thin
Then she began to pout
For it took half the fire brigade
To pull her victim out
Then he began to run as soon
As his feet touched the ground
Now Tru-u-u-udy, he's nowhere to be found
Categories:
puckered up, abuse, beach, love hurts,
Form:
Lyric
Heck, never was much of a one fer romance,
Mostly shy ‘round a lady,
Never learnt how to proper dance,
couldn’t do it if’n ya paid me.
Course er’er times I got all likkered up
And jumped and kicked ‘till ah coon’t no more,
But Bobby Joe surprised me when she puckered up..
Ah got up the nerve to kiss ‘er and fell on the floor.
Reckon one day I’ll git me a dancin’ lesson,
Get gussied up and ride ole Hoss to the barn dance,
But I’ll still be scairt I’m a guessin’
Tho I’ll be wearin’ smellum and ma new overall pants.
Thet thar ah remember was what ah was a thinkin
when ah was a barely sebenteen
Now fifty years later seems in a eye blinkin’
And yep .. Ah done found ma queen.
Twas aft ah come out the Navy
When ah had a family on my mind,
Sure ’nuff found a special lady
But don’t y’all never mind….
Thet thar’s a story for nuther time.
dec 17-2011 part of Ike and Jane series
written by Robert A. Dufresne
Categories:
puckered up, fantasy, funny, people, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I gave my love a sour pickle
His eyeballs then started to trickle
Puckered up was his mouth
And his tongue had gone south
To see him so gave me a tickle!
**for Pickles &Tickles limerick contest
sponsored by (Destroyer ((Poet
Categories:
puckered up, food, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Limerick
PISSED GIRLFRIEND
The girl was puckered up to be kissed
Said he was tired, and she was dissed,
With her eyes full of fire
She let air out his tire,
So don't mess with girlfriend when she's pissed.
DEBBIE
Debbie is trying to get a man
Today she came up with a new plan,
Wore a sexy number
Tons of make-up on her,
Then to the corner she went to stand.
COUSIN JOAN
Cousin Joan is as flaky as biscuit
Always have cameras in her basket,
She just strolls around town
Taking pics all day long,
'Cause the signs says to "Click it or Ticket."
GIVE ME A SCREW
One little Call girl sat in the pew
Was so sad, didn't know what to do,
Along came her Pastor
And sat down beside her,
Held out her hand, "Please give me a screw!"
Her watch band was broken!! What did you think... lol..
Categories:
puckered up, funny, people, girl, me,
Form:
Limerick
The Blarney Stone
It was a bucket list I had to fill
I puckered up and felt the chill
The stone was cold upon my lips
The ledge was hard beneath my hips
Within my head a bell had rung
And words were forming on my tongue
Stories for the young and old
Simply waiting to be told
A scrap of paper and a pen
I jot a line down now and then
In hopes someday someone will read
The gift of gab? A gift indeed
Categories:
puckered up, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Coal black eyes glinted
Rage surfacing
Seething, furious
He was like a hard stone
Without sympathy
Or empathy
His lack of compassion
Sent me reeling from him
Fire boiled in his touch
Clutching me roughly
Large hands tangled in tresses
Pulling away wisps, curls
Dark as the night
Fright colored me steely gray
Ashen from the dread
Of this man who I loved
Now on the floor
His boots kicking my limbs
My legs and my torso
As I tried to pretend I was no more
Hope struggled up in my throat
Promising he would stop
If only I could fake death
Falsify my demise
Finally, the ultimate shock
His lips puckered up
But this was no kiss for me
This was spittle all over my face
Bearing the resemblance of shame
That claimed my racing heart
At last the degradation was finished
I was mortified in my finish
Leaving me there on the floor
Aware that I had been chastened
For the love I felt
When I first met this man
With his chocolate eyes and dark skin
Inherited from his Apache ancestry
Now I knew that his eyes
Could reveal his dark soul, his cold heart
Yet, he could be so loving
Like a light in the darkness
Where he sometimes appeared from
And I could be so forgiving
Until the realization set in for me
Fear was stronger than my hope
Soon I would be giving up
As the filth and disgrace wore away my caring
Categories:
puckered up, abuse, anger, angst, dark,
Form:
Free verse
I’m all jacked up on the bottle
And I’m wacked out of my mind
She left me for that mail man
Brown suit done crossed the line
That package she was waiting on
Had two legs and a smile
I’m bout to make a delivery
And I’m delivering red neck style
Ill hunt him with my old coon-dog
Expose with my spot light
Take another shot of whisky
I got a dog in this fight
When you’re messin with my women
You’ve got a country problem my man
I’ve got a first class package
Red neck delivery man
That old coon-dog is bayed up
It about midnight
I slam it in to 4 wheel
His butt is puckered up real tight
Like a tick on a coon dog
Digging in real deep
I don’t need no tracking system
Just my red neck philosophy
So when you hear those glass packs coming
You better scurry up that tree
You can bet your ass I’m coming
You bout to get a piece of me
Cause I’m coming with my coon-dog
Bringing my spot light
I’ll take another shot of whisky
I got a dog in this fight
When you’re messin with my women
You’ve got a country problem my man
I’ve got a first class package
Red neck delivery man
Watch out boy - here I come –
Red neck delivery man
Categories:
puckered up, america, break up, love
Form:
Lyric
eagerly waiting his turn
pacing in the lineup
planned his strategy
his heart thumping
got to the kissing booth
puckered up his best pucker
for her lips so tender
he couldn’t resist
offered to pay double
for his guilty nibble
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on December 22, 2019 for contest KISSING CONTEST sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
puckered up, courage, desire, kiss, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Life’s not always peachy keen
or cherries in a bowl
Often, just the stems and fuzz
are left to heal your soul
Yes, perhaps a lemon tart
has puckered up your lips
Perhaps, the apple of your eye
just ate your bag of chips
None-the-less, it’s worth the work
No sour grapes to spoon
Even when you’re getting old
your plum can be a prune
And so your shrunken raisins
are now filling up your plate
Make some cookies, have some fun
Remember “it’s a date”!
Categories:
puckered up, encouraging, humor, humorous, life,
Form:
Rhyme
If the sky truly felt for us it would grow old too
Such words I read, and thought
It does grow old, each day
The hours tick its youth away
Late autumn fades its light
Dressed drab in old lady greys and browns
Bent low, pressed and tired
Winter-wrinkled, puckered up in old man’s frown
Makes you wonder where he went, the fretful boy with rushing eyes
The summer girl with arms flung wide to hug the world
Look up and see the cocky ones pick fights
The chance crowds cluster around
Like riot police and demonstrators
The kind who mask their faces, hurl stones
We all know youth has its storms
And didn’t the sky have them too?
Whip us with the wind, pelt and lash
Be a hooligan, a punk, a vandal
Spray can of snow or rain, and cheeky grin between the clouds
Dawn’s soft and pinkish kiss
Peach flush on city walls
Young mother’s quiet gaze
She throws across her child’s sleepy face
And steady night of map lines, moon
To guide, to cast a blanket broad
Silver streams of lighthouse light
Like teachers, fathers, calmer now with duties and years
Sky grown sedate, less flashy in its spread
Just like us it seems
Of the same moods and seasons
And we like its dawns and dusks
Categories:
puckered up, sky,
Form:
Free verse