Best Wriggled Poems

The Christmas when  Santa got Fat 

Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet...

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Some conspicuous lice met once or twice  
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That...

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Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For...

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His glowing golden eyes glistened with a comprehension beyond the mortal condition

A well-toned, tall, and tanned man, who most, not all, would call handsome

A brightly...

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Eric’s revitalised me and my home 
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that...

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There was a young LADY called Brook
She knew every trick in the book
She pouted her lips
And wriggled her HIPS
Then asked you to pay for a...

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Night has kept me bound to him;
With chains of steel, brought guilt 
He's cast a blanket over me
And has smothered 'til I'd wilt. 
He wriggled...

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Sometimes I have the courage to think of the things that made me what I am today,
My memory takes me back to terrible things far...

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I paid a visit to my grandparents house one Sunday afternoon
I heard grandpa having a bit of a grouse in the living room
I only want...

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WAITING FOR YOUR TENDERLY TOUCH......


Here i was mother within you,
feeling the warmth of your womb....
i tried to touch your soul within,
& made you cry even.
i...

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It used to be responsibility 
was something Beth had wriggled from until
she dreamt, yet chose not to reveal, the prophecy
that blessed her life and gave...

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Just down the road, before that first hill
is where I learned to ride my bike
and took my first spill

Just down the road the old dusty...

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Through a wooded thick in a forest of New England,
There exists a secret circus called the Craft of Ringland.

Meandering through a meadow one night before...

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Attracted by the different hues in glass bottles 
                ...

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A whirl, a gust, and a thunderous boom commenced,
Heartened by the latter soreness of silent night,
Shackled through the chill blows above,
A tempest, a storm,
Threshing the...

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