Crackle Poems - Poems about Crackle

chasing you I left me like I do when I'm chasing a hungry ghost scrawny with a distended belly that's never full however much it devousr nothing outside fills what's empty inside longer than the dopamine rush it neglect itself to sustain as empty as the bars I haunted before you these aren't the poems I want to write I long to be alone tonight with the stars the moon and the wind wafting down from a...

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Pop, crackle and snap Pop goes the popcorn Crackle goes the fire Snap goes the mercury ~ Winter's gunfire...

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the man lit a fire crackle then ran not knowing it was still in his hand there was a loud ka-boom he knew, he was doom came out, looking like the boogeyman...

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Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput After start button pushed immediate auditory signal issued nsync with billowing smoke time saving convenient contrivance rendered defunct trucked to dumpster. Pre owned electronic contraption unpredictably went on fritz malfunction occurred without warning luckily spouse, the Misses she instantaneously intervened lest towering inferno engulfed yours truly and wife poetic license expended to identify latter counterpart. Rather than dish out (and scrape together) scarce legal tender strong...

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Smack crackle pop The fire was throwing herself She would smoulder occasionally into grey Then revive herself with orange flame shoots, delighting me and the other kids. These kids were pretty much strangers to me. I was re-thinking my decision to tag along with my cousins, who were wearing unusual faces in the shadows of the fire. A loud...

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Happy me! Dressed up in new pink sheath dress, embellished with white sparkles. Excited to flaunt it to lasses and lads. Quickly walked out swaying my tress. Inspecting eyes stared at me in amazement “Baby walk with style!” that was cerebrum’s announcement. Oh hell! I fell down from my porch escalier, Down into the mire. I just hurtled to avoid the...

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the taste of the emanation is quite insecure in the force of delivering and package of cigarettes as a magical data in the Spring fling of operations and departure from the clearance to the crackle of celebrating a new start with an old friend. the smell is hindering beyond me in the timing of occasion...

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Crunch, crackle, crackle, crackle, crunch The leaves under my heavy footfalls Those nor easterly winds sure pack a punch Onward it is, my freedom calls Nothing worth having seems to come easy Another bridge to cross, just another bridge From my past now I must break free Will I see my future if I climb up on that ridge Okay okay my future...

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WAKE UP OUT OF BED BODY GOES SNAP, CRACKLE AND POP BUT AT LEAST I’M NOT DEAD...

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Shortage in the sockets of electricity The circuits broken and I just simply can't connect Wiring is sparking to ignite a flame The reaction of heat with power I've been unplugged sometime from the world Still searching for the breaker To which my connection was once, not so lost...

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Snapdragons Crackle Snapdragons crackle in the air for Maura and her flowing gait, a swagger neither Nora nor Maureen would ever let a suitor savor. Maura knows that in her wake men with scythes and burlap sacks, creep like gators, eyes afire, jaws agape. Nora and Maureen can smell these men. Unlike Maura and her flowing gait, Nora and Maureen will smile, take their...

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Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the whispers of a warm camp fire. The sweet aroma of the maple as it leaks out of the burning wood. The fresh air. The glow of the yellow orange fire. The clear dark sky with the moon and stars shining so bright. Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the sound of peace. A camp fire is time...

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Snap Decision Pre-Judge Jump to Conclusion Wrong Grudge … None Are Immune… … but Fallacy !? … Please Don’t Presume Just Spell: A s s u m e … ‘Cause Pop Goes The Weasel, is a Child’s Game And A Jack-In-The-Box…Is The Same...

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Snap, Crackle and Pop I woke up this morning loving you and it was all Marshmallow and Jalapeño Such a fine day... such a gloriously feather duster sort of day For loving you And feeling like everything is made of Christmas tinsel There's a scatter of sequins in my heart Not like stars but rather giant spotlights But they're made of...

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My skin thickens, weighs hard upon the chalky bones. Frustration dribbles between each crack, expands and holds. Glass eyes frost over, chipped on the surface all vision is blurred. Oxygen turns stale and knocks in a drunken stumble against the brain. She shines through the skull and highlights dust, dancing in swirls of recollection. Each...

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