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Bunk Poems - Poems about Bunk


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I used to say the 's-word' even the t-word (turd) But after quite a long thunk I've now come up with -- 'Bunk!' Suddenly I'm the intellectual-type 'cos whenever I have a gripe I sound just like a policy-wonk ...

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Categories: bunk, giggle, hyperbole, language,
Form: Rhyme
Dreams In the Bunk
Dreams in the Bunk By Sy Roth An aching tired eats away, Slurping at his soul Yearning wakefulness from the darkness. He heaved. Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers Dancing away to his numbers etched on him, his scales. The others turn, he with them Intemperate mob Waring in fisticuff frenzy with the bedbugs. Their odor wafts in on the...

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Categories: bunk, sleep,
Form: Free verse



Trump a Bunch of Bunk Horn Haiku
My Many Horn Haiku when both knees would knock would break my new precious clock they crowed thrice each cock each situation mind needed explanation remove word plantation we were anemic when they had a pandemic would be systemic with sugar coating when we talked about voting books to school touting was a bunch of bunk trump had been found in truck all his actions stunk had heard that each...

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Categories: bunk, allegory, analogy,
Form: Senryu
Premium Member Drunk In a Bunk - Limerick Collaboration - Do Join In the Fun
I once knew a woman called Terri Who always was sipping the sherry She got steaming drunk And fell off her bunk The medics described her as ‘merry’ WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON 20th October 2016 Still in her old knickers grinning Until the room started spinning Feeling not all right Spent from a great night Her troubles were just beginning WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH I heard she was...

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Categories: bunk, humorous,
Form: Limerick
History Is Bunk
HISTORY IS BUNK Columbus discovering America? Yeah, right ! Only after a small army of Vikings from overseas Traded and raided on the coasts for centuries; And Brendan had navigated from Ireland to the Bronx; Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese junks Found in the sandy bottom of...

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Categories: bunk, history,
Form: Verse



Cellblock 19 Bunk 3
Up again at three, Before the bellowing guards and shuffling feet, The fluorescent dawn still hours away… Hands too soft for hard labor Dig crusty scales of brief escape From the corners of watery eyes. Hope dims as focus returns. From my perch I survey A sea of black iron bunks. Shallow snores, dry coughs, wet farts. Their dreams like their tattoos: Crude and incomplete,...

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Categories: bunk, angst, introspection, life, people,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

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