Dry Poems - Poems about Dry

My auntie, who was on vacation Was lusting for fast fornication She met a well-hung guy But her foo-foo’s too dry She blurted, “It needs lubrication!” The fella, whose first name was Dick Said, “Stay put. I’ll be back real quick I’ll purchase sticky Jell-O ‘Twill turn your foof bright yellow But ensures my entry is slick!" The Jell-O lube worked really well Dick satisfied my...

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Moving like moonlight I am the OG silver surfer Fleshwalkers, Dry Guys, Land Livers, Have been around for, What, 300,000 years? Try 20 million years. We eat stingrays. Literally. For breakfast. I have a 360 degree field of vision. What's directly in front of me? Don't ask. Listen, Humanoids, I'm delivering this plea To your nearest post office. Luckily I found a stamp With my photo on it. The plea...

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Dry Spells There’s no action in the living room, no action in the kitchen, and no action in the bathroom. So, let’s be clear about the bedroom: keep your expectations realistic, nothing is going to happen. ...

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'Ridiculous' Is In The Craw Of The: Behold! The Ridicular! Empty, Wasted, Un-Enlightened Layers Of Fabricated Settle-Ment. -Gray Squirrel 06-30-2025...

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The sandman moved to the corner as I eyed him. The pain creased, and sheared my attention. Pain would shoot blanks at my head. Running would only excite the strange feeling of being followed but not contacted. I touch my memory and cut my finger, blood covers dry tears. My lip curls, quivers, and then...

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Before The Ink Runs Dry Am I A Poet? I have written #800 poems. I thought I was an artist. Creative illustrations. Creative writings. Changes passed the horizon. I can’t see everything in front of me. A new chapter moving forward. We are writers. Deep thinkers. Until the ink runs dry. Always a pen in...

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For the Contest: Abandon Sponsor: Constance La France Written 20.05.2025 To live with abandon is to spend your soul as if the tab will never come, but it always does – by unknown When abandon runs dry He spent money with merry abandon, Like laughter thrown into the wind. Tossed akin to confetti in events of fleeting joy. He kept no tabs, no...

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Seclusion forms into a mountain, Practice acceptance of my reflection, Eye contact with the water of a fountain. Time refuses to push forward if you stop counting, Acting seconds out loud, Life can never falter if I’ve got nothing to amount to. I’m trying to make sense of the seasons, Claimants of my portions try...

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if the sea ran dry every soul would know it die; then be noticed...

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Dry logs redden and snap; The fire is soon impressive. The wolf moon takes better shape As night begins to settle in. I watch the conflagration spike; A spark flies off, then others Like the universe had coaxed them To become one of the stars....

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In sixty-five and half years been Lock-in love with you again And again, our marriage soft-land Dreamland at times and times dryland Those Valentines' gifts counterpoise Disclose your feelings and expose Your desire to not reinsure Anymore your love for me, bore ...

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A flood, my loyal eyes disobeyed me Tears like fractured glass betrayed me, Stabbed my face, into a dry oasis, My body, overthrown by the love of you, Yet my soul, still untouched by your rain…...

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dry dirt road-car coughs and sputters...

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Rainbow like flag emerged Children born surrounded by waterless planets World shifting to countries without borders Long live the republic! Children grows to be adams and eves Clouds of not readily mixed oxygen and hydrogen unyielding rain World shifting to countries without borders Long live the republic! Those born end up dying Earth dries to dead earth World shifting to countries without borders Long live the...

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I'm in a dream, Peeing into a stream, A snake peeped out, Some on its snout. A frog close nearby, Came out to pry, It got some too, From me it withdrew. I found it funny, The way a bunny, Growled near a tree, Far from my pee. Then I woke up, I rushed to cleanup Another bedwetting today again. Dry night in vain....

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