Best Squishy Poems
Tiger in a Cage (a stab at men)
Like a caged tiger.
You do not know what is in my den?
There is no worse feeling than the way I pace back and forth repeatedly.
A headless collar is all you see.
The closer I get, the more you seem to pretend.
To you these stripes look more like dots.
As you, continue to hold my lines and strands in your hand.
You stroke my stripes as if they were a loft of dental floss.
An ORANGE all squishy and rot.
Rough and tough!
You cannot peel what you cannot feel.
You do not know me at all?
You trust me.
You lace me.
You cannot describe the buds.
You cannot feel my fingertips.
A taste of nothing out of your lips.
Indian BLACK streaks in my skin.
How did you manage to even get in?
We mount this unspeakable stability.
A man-eater swallowing her growl.
This hunger is piercing throughout my veins.
Hiding the powerful black star sapphire in my eyes.
Every move I plan ricochets.
A tiger, a tiger in her cage.
Only in your world, I am my own prey.
My wildness is rarely found above my skin.
Every day I wear this heavy coat, my stripes continue to sink in.
It is a solitary confinement when you are around.
You cannot see the black diamonds under this unbearable frown.
Dingy claws, tapping……
Natures dew bestows a toneless mixture of orange and black tattoo.
These stripes, belittle my self-esteem.
The moon flashes overlapped our taboo.
Never will you see a tigers gleam.
Spirituality waiting to rise above the trees.
It is my choice, to stand behind these unbreakable twigs.
Fertilizing like pollen under a blanket of bees.
Still the effects of your eclipse, bounce off my wall.
I am telling you!
You don't know me at all?
The roads these loads continue to grow.
Far ahead, I am the gravel under your toes.
Crouching like a Tiger hiding the way a dragon breathes.
You don't know how I feel!
I am a tiger in a cage please set me free!
by;pd
"Breed to Breathe" by Napalam Death
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKP9aaFkEEQ
Categories:
squishy, abuse, animal, boyfriend, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Oh, soft, squishy, most beloved Teddy!
How I hugged you on scary stormy nights.
I know you loved me, with all your heart's
own bear might!
You sat smiling at my alpine wood children's table.
While I made us lunch, as best as a little girl was able!
I read you books with pictures I did so love.
You said nothing, but we were close as hands in a glove.
Those dark eyes sparkling, your lips in a sweet curl.
These young girl memories, make by heart twirl.
On warm summer days, you and my doll, Nancy, in a
buggy were placed.
I walked through my Chicago neighborhood with a mother's
ease and grace.
Teddy, what cruel fates took you away?
You, stolen at a party~ my little girl heart still misses her furry,
agape!
Decades have come, moons and seasons, too.
But in my heart, dearest,Teddy, I will always miss the comfort
of holding, furry, comforting, you!
2/5/2021
~1~
Do you have a toy you loved
and lost, too?
If so, would share that with us?
Panagiota
Categories:
squishy, loss, memory,
Form:
Couplet
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
Categories:
squishy, analogy, appreciation, celebration, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
last night i had the strangest dream
i dreamt i was all manky
i had greasy hair and smelly feet
and bogies in my hanky
my ass was brown and pooey
my ears full of yellow stuff
my belly button stank cus
of all the fuzzy fluff
my eyes were black like pandas
my pants were brown and fishy
my armpits smelled like rotten eggs
and my farts were wet and squishy
i dreamed you called unexpectedly
you surprised me at the door
you looked aghast and took one whiff
and fainted on the floor
Categories:
squishy, funny, giggle, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Crawling along the sidewalk,
his tiny legs wiggling along
with his wriggling, squiggly body,
he creeps me out!
If he survives the elements
or the stampede of hard-soled monster feet
upon his too-soft squishy body,
he will perform a disappearing act!
Spewing sticky strands
from glands near his mouth,
he twists himself into an ugly shell
hidden and hanging from a common twig.
Shedding skin, he slowly reveals
his chrysalis self.
At last,
his inner beauty, that rare beauty in disguise,
will have changed before our amazed eyes
into the colorful radiant wings
of a splendid butterfly!
Written Jan. 4, 2016 and pretty much my only free verse so far this year!
Categories:
squishy, insect,
Form:
Free verse
one two three
my all time favorite
fancy and bright
pretty to look at
delish on my tongue
sprinklings of sugar
squishy between my teeth
yummy on my lips
spearmint delights
refreshing jujubes
perfect molded leaves
three two one
~ sweet nostalgia
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on November 3, 2018
Categories:
squishy, appreciation, candy, green, love,
Form:
Free verse
So, what would you have me write?
Dulcet words of limply lurid metaphor
stuttering staccato of acceptable alliteration
preposterously impersonal personification
drab and dreary diluted imagery
innocently innocuous innuendo
insouciantly inane sonnets
neutered non-rapier wit
squishy, soft white bread limericks
fettered faint hearted free verse
sanctimoniously soft spoken rants
devoid of do’s and don’ts, can’s and can’ts
all to fit in a box
with invisible locks
displayed on a Common
of “creative” stocks
John G. Lawless
©6/30/2018
Categories:
squishy, poetry, writing,
Form:
Free verse
When my enthusiasm is high and I feel joyful
my mind is orange.
Wildly and outrageously colorful,
bursting with happy to help sad out.
Sad is gray.
She wants to hold me under her muck
until I cannot breathe.
I begin shrieking for orange and hot pink and yellow
to save me, and they do.
Brown and gray hate me,
and I despise and detest and ignore them whenever possible.
They want me to be depressed and angry, my most non-self.
I would be quite mad, certifiable probably,
if orange and yellow and neon pink did not shower
me with love and respect and bliss.
I would be carried off in a straight jacket
if people realized how psychedelic I am inside.
But I keep it under wraps.
It is bad enough to have nightmares where
I am screaming and kicking, trying to be myself as
infamous gray and angry brown attempt to
drowned me in the squishy mud of Status Quo Swamp.
Sh!
Rest assured.
I do not go quietly.
Categories:
squishy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Come and climb these
Broad bony branches and
Have tea on this tree
with me,
Let's talk our hearts out
Into the poems unsung.
Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes,
Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai,
The sun is seeping in my sulky bones,
Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone,
Here, have some squishy scone
While the sun is setting sleekly,
I reckon we should have tea weekly.
Sandalwoody sultry summer,
Hyacinth, hibiscus and hummers,
Poppies, primroses and periwinkles,
The night in esoteric eyes twinkle,
Starling singing on a starless night,
No gloom, a moon , no light,
In this sordid slumber silence,
I can hear your eyes speak.
Let's tell each other
All our hearts hanker
To say,
Drink tea and recite
The poems and make
No delay,
I'll have chamomile tea,
I'm not Mrs. Bennet
But it'll calm my nerves,
You like your tea with herbs,
Spearmint, rosemary and thyme,
And make sure the poem rhymes.
Categories:
squishy, art, beauty, happy, summer,
Form:
Free verse
erect with naughty thoughts
licking your beauty marks
like playing connect the dots
squishy sensitive pink parts
wet x-rated lust marks the spot
come off as cool collective and calm
but my intimacy is sizzling melting hot
burning through barriers thick napalm
about to explode like a ticking time bomb
my bleeding heart placed
on your protective electric palms
Categories:
squishy, art, desire, love, lust,
Form:
Light Verse
The forest is cool, inviting. I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees. Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.
Soon, I see a pathway that winds beside a clear stream. The roots
from the trees reach toward the water etching deep ruts .
Large rocks decorate the edges -mark the curves that beckon
beckon me to follow on.
A large puddle appears, blocking the path. I take off my shoes and paddle through enjoying the squishy mud.
Suddenly, a bear - I STOP,
watch it foraging for berries. With caution,
I back, silently away to let it follow the terrain
onward to its cave and hibernation.
Something sparkles on the ground - I stoop- pick it up.
It is a long key with a open circled end. I put it in my pocket
thinking it will make an interesting ornament.
At the end of the path, I find a rustic cottage with
high garden gates, banks of rhododendrons.
A secluded hideaway.
There is neatness, order to the whole scene.
smoke rises from a chimney
into clouds overhead.
I pull out the key. It sparkles temptingly.
Categories:
squishy, animal, beautiful, fantasy, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
squishy sodden miles
footfalls bounce
Spring waters my feet
Categories:
squishy, spring, water,
Form:
Haiku
We trudge and trip
along the slick, stony path
Squishy moss covered rocks and roots
propel our wet sandaled feet forward.
Treacherous trail ends
in a sun washed clearing
Tall pines tower,
solemn totems, encircling
the idyllic patch of heaven
in the woods.
Warm, happy sunshine greets
our cold, damp sandals
now forgotten in
the glory of arrival!
The sweet, white cottage
with perfect blue shutters,
embracing the dusty, dirty
panes of glass,
like the warmth of my mother's arms.
Solid fir plank door
cheerful, red apple paint
waits with iron latch,
ready to welcome us in.
Again and again.....
years, decades, and generations
of Miller's welcomed back
to their sweet cottage home.
Categories:
squishy, appreciation, beauty, childhood, senses,
Form:
Free verse
An online romance,
like a roasted marshmallow,
feels warm and squishy.
Categories:
squishy, cute love, funny love,
Form:
Haiku
"I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY"
it was the city of La Puente and I was in kindergarten.
I was nothing significant.
I was just another kid fighting in the sand box.
while the kids played foursquare, swung on the swings or rode the silver tricycles with the red handle grips, I kept to myself.
then one day a little girl showed up out of nowhere.
her name was Denise.
she talked with her tongue resting between her lips, her eyes were pinched and when she smiled, her cheek bones shined.
she wore her hair in pigtails.
she always had pigtails.
on another day, I saw her standing by the classroom door.
she had a skirt on, striped socks, her pigtails and that squishy face.
I walked over to her and asked why she wasn't playing with the rest of the class.
she said it was too hot.
it was then she pulled out a blow pop.
she smiled while looking at me and said, "I like cherry."
when I asked why, she said because it made her lips red.
she said it was her lipstick.
I stood there thinking about what my mother said:
"Candy will rot your teeth."
she asked me to be her boyfriend that day and I said yes.
I look to the sky today and think of all the candy I've avoided.
I look to the sky today and think of all the whores I've been with and all the **** they create.
I look to the sky today and wish my mother would've said:
"Women will rot your life."
a few cavities wouldn't be so bad.
By: Chicano Eddie
2-17-2017
Categories:
squishy, candy, deep, fairy, kindergarten,
Form:
Free verse