Bulked Poems - Poems about Bulked

...Their feet are not petite. They are huge. No hiding or sneaking. No subterfuge. Fifth graders' feet are as big as boats. Where is the drink me anecdote? Clown shoes for them might be too small.......Read the rest...

...Full breasts bulked up, wonderful... small breasts cuddly, charming... are mango roses delicious fruit, Or the small pears ......Read the rest...

...Was this, what it was for? This path of metaphor Trails of similes and imagery Summits of sun-tossed poetry Have I run this marathon Bulked up my artistic bond So on pretty words, rely To be......Read the rest...

...Have you heard about the latest ploy? To deploy soy, Into everything I enjoy, My tastebuds to destroy. Never mind that an allergy to soy, Could affect your boy, Or that flour in anything you ......Read the rest...

...I am a baker in a quaint, small town, for my artisan breads the people come ’round, Tuscan and baguettes by the dozen are sold, but most people come here for my Gender Rolls. I came up with the......Read the rest...

...The first time I ever, ever fell in love was my ride on a bus She was so small with blond hair, and blue eyes, I smiled She let me sit right beside her because I was small just like her I saw her ......Read the rest...

...Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water, We bulked up for the next leg of our journey, Water containers, even some canned goods An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe, A c......Read the rest...

...Masked. Lips sealed, smile a frozen crack, marring the closed face, Cryptic whispers, they follow hurriedly, Curious glances my way. Over there is Dad. Furrowed brow, burnt cheeks aflame, Do I ask......Read the rest...

...you know him if you live in a warm climate--- he doesn’t stick out because in a warm climate, many choose to don shorts & sandals, sometimes they even go shirtless when the heat calls for the stripp......Read the rest...

...I am a pandora's box. Let loose upon an unsuspecting society. Once my night life begins, complications arise. Let me pen an example. Keep in mind, it was not my fault. well, not entirely. ......Read the rest...

...Oh, the fine attire. Women in low cut, grand gowns. Men in their finest plumage. Strutting Peacocks, aiming to draw attention. I wore tails of silk, with fine brocade work as the trim, down t......Read the rest...

...Bowing down for this subtle borrow in trade, My head just pounds with an ache just throbbing away. My thoughts gathered and crunched with a million bits and pieces of the obvious. But lots of unn......Read the rest...