Crinkly Poems - Poems about Crinkly

...It's said, "The world will bleed away." It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day. A blood as bland as monochrome, as voices in an echo-dome. The drooling masses lap it up. And lick the anchor's shi......

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...Reading feels like a chore, a heavy weight, But it sharpens the mind like a blade. Books cause boredom to take over But wisdom is a flower that grows. Pages flip, leaving me wishing I was doi......

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...February is the month of Love. Love comes in many forms. This poem is inspired by Valentine's Day. May love touch your heart and your life. Love comes in many forms... By Michelle Morris 11/02......

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...An old gaunt lady With feeble steps Walked to the red telephone booth On the roadside pavement Every day she dialed a number And spoke inaudibly into the receiver As tears streamed down her cr......

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... Leaves settle on the earth, embracing the hearts who remember, when they were lifted toward heaven on the wings of a gentle whisper… silencing the doubts of those who suspects the beauty each......

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...That neighbour has just banged his door. Again yet again and yet again. I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole. But there’d be no grey matt......

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...A whispered shhh hung in the air Tall grass rustled nearby A slight sniffy, snorty snout sound Preceded the crinkly crunch of dry grass Sweat slithered across my brow A large head appeared Vio......

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...My little Eden -- before the fall a screened porch in the shade of an ancient overarching fig tree small wonder Adam and Eve needed only one each to hide their new nakedness -- ch......

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... "Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin Where once was reflected beauty and approval, Now......

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...Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from th......

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...I love you better than Cookies and Cream, my lifelong favorite more than seas playing footsies with shore clams in cuddly tropical sands The warmth of enticing Caribbean soothing waters ......

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...No blue hair or curls for me. I’ll grow old naturally. Hanging breasts and flattened bum, crooked teeth and graying gum. Sagging knees and chicken skin, sunny spots and double chin. Sil......

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...Whitest world with cold and ice, storming, sleeting, nothing nice. Temperature sinks once, then twice. Stay inside! the best advice. Dropping crinkly like rock pink salt, graupels fall with pe......

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...[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA) Domestos = Bleach] _________________________________________________ Jeremy Wig was entirely bald He sought the best hairpiece that h......

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...Autumn burnishes furry heads, even we, who however scant our hair flourish in this wind-blown leafy. No room for stray gray wisps; our locks turn golden brown, crown our minds with crink......

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