Best Scrunched Poems

Ten Thousand White Butterflies 

Soft walls undulate like liquid steel
Metamorphic pulsations
Iridescent glow
Spiritual guides
Ushering departed souls

Rippling contractions
From cocoon-like womb
Bringing forth new breath
Replenishing blown out candles
Eyes scrunched
Painful cry
Drowned out by the rustling
One thousand butterflies taking flight

Soaring
Luminescent 
Snowflake-like beings
Spreading their light

Within the night
Eternity is born
A baby raises his...

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EIGHT


A deliberate surprise 
A shove from the back
while creating artwork 
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old 
consciousness


The broken waxy blue crayon
in my right hand
Before me the ripped orange 
construction paper and 
a scattered image


Girl bully momentarily
reigned behind me
her face...

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I was restless all the night,
The demoness softly singing a haunting tune
The Holy Spirit sifted in swirls around me,
And she touched with her claws its essence with strange wonder

I awoke to his songs strong and immense,
Rumbling through the giant well
A low hum at first,
Crescendoing into...

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Murder at the Prom

Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto.
Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos.
So callously smothered,
they never recovered.
Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 11, 2012...

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Perfumed Scented Letters.
.
Perfumed scented letters
Written in ink with such depth of emotion
And intense devotion
Flowing from the fountain of the heart
With so much gratitude warmth and affection
And forever love yet so far apart
A sweetheart bares her heart and soul
Like welcomed sunlight upon a winters day
But with...

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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . )"

                       ...

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THE BOY STARES AT YOU

He is raggedly scrunched up 
Against a wall of sweating bricks,  
Staring at you with as much pride
As life has thrown at him.

You see he has no desire to make
Conversation with a stranger
To his stale, rank impoverishment
But he smiles anyway...

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I heard them talking in low voices.
“I will watch her today,” one hissed.
“It is my turn,” argued the other one, in an even lower tone.
I scrunched my eyes tightly, pretending to remain asleep.
“Shh! She’s awake!” a loud whisper.
“How do you know?”
“Look at her.”

I scrunched my...

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Allison scrunched up her nose and oinked like a pig.
Joey stuck out his tongue and opened his eyes so big.
The other children in the classroom laughed out loud
when silly little Willie made his funny face then bowed.
Erin rubbed her little cheeks red with lots of...

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I woke this morn a chilling sweat alarmed 
No recollection of the night before 
The sheets were drenched and mixed in beading blood 
That's when I heard the knocking at the door 

I sauntered to the front glint through the drapes 
Am startled by a...

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I watched her
dropping the phone,
in nano movements

My heart stomped
out, the harshness
of a dial tone

And from endless 
holes, these little eyes
scrunched with sadness

I suppose, I didn't know
what it meant to die
or why the tears
stuck to me

Sickle celled with
every memory,
around the lobes
of my being

Where I could
still hear...

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Eyes
intent
small face scrunched
in concentration
little fingers working hard
"Look Mommy, I've tied my shoes all by myself!"





Inspired by Nigel Fawcetts PRIME-ary School contest...

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ONE NIGHT SLEEPOVER
The embers of the fireplace glowed,
We were all alone in the forest 
spending a family vacation
 surrounded by big, shadowy trees 
and a river that never flowed.
At first, I acted as though 
I wasn’t scared at all,
For I know my parents 
will drive...

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If I Were a Plastic Bag…

I would help shoppers carry their stuff.
Anything: groceries, toys or powder puffs.
I could help thrice, because I am tough.
I like to; it is fun to see their stuff!

Sometimes I wait for weeks in the dark, scrunched.
Kept there unused for months...

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It was her birthday she was turning thirteen.

It was a fun day until her father asked to baby sit for his new friends so they could all go 
out  to party.

She was scared that day she didn’t know why. She had babysat for other...

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