Best Wrinkly Poems

Mum sat in her aromatic garden,
admiring its charm and grace.
It was a cold morning,
but mum never seemed to feel it any more.

Her eyes were tired,...

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December – A Time to Remember

Deep into Fall, as brown wrinkly-faced leaves wave adieu
Ebony evening sky twinkles with rhinestone-studded stars
Chilly winds blow … a sign...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants...

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I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn 
To the gentle touch of my fingers

There is no rush
As I...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to...

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As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.

The remnants...

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I'm the two year old
with white hair and wrinkly skin-
mother's eyes' magic




Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 7 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by...

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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne-Bronte...

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Lament of My Life Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
 

~My Bereaving Eulogy~ 


Time seemed to pass so much faster than I expected,
All the love, loss, passion and...

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Whilst walking down the street one day,
I saw upon the drain,
A little green dill pickle,
That was beaten by the rain.

I picked it up and took...

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I’m hanging on to the skeletal branch with all my might
Westerly winds blow but I won’t give in without a fight

My skin once soft and...

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Big Brenda knew things were not right
When she saw the rolls of cellulite
She could not disguise
The wrinkly thighs
And her hanging butt groaning with fright .


Skinny...

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Like my fondest memory of it, the park of my childhood still remains -
with its garden of roses near the entrance and its verdant rolling...

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This was accidentally written as a comment to my buddy, Line.
Yes, THAT Line.
The famous Line.
The one who wins all the contests, and 
we all love...

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To tango with a mango;
now that would be sublime;
much sweeter than the bitterness of lime.

With a sticky passion fruit 
I did try to make it...

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