Flamingo Poems - Poems about Flamingo

...In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of......Read the rest...

...Remembering our friendship how we'd talk for hours about any topic family love kids life how it hurt not to hear from one another sending cards pictures letters remember that I remember so ......Read the rest...

...Pink flamingo had a flaming personality for sure. The highhanded words he used were always so pure. He kicked off a shoe and it landed smack into manure. This made him a little less uppity, but a ......Read the rest...

...Imagination nude liquored and lacquered lips ember-breathing phoenix ..lighter fluid magic when let loose near a flame.. combustible thigh-highs when moonshine-high is nigh— the moon she bathe......Read the rest...

...I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody, As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity. I taught harmony, vocals and singing, a......Read the rest...

... She was dressed like a flamingo floozie Her big boobs and booty ~ what a doozie! Wearing a shade of pink She flirted with a wink I ran away from Wicked Witch, Soozie Soozie was once a he-man......Read the rest...

... Written: January 23, 2024 __________________________________________ Their melodious humming drifts through the fragrant night air carrying a sense of tranquility I......Read the rest...

...the gulf circle is where brown pelicans dive for their dinner over the heads of the hungry masculine wood storks looking men swarming in schools like shark preying on beautiful elderly ......Read the rest...

... When the enchanted jailors of life, siezed my soul and those sepals unfurling manipulative manuscripts ceased to script a twinkle above screams, I became a slave to my ow......Read the rest...

...They past is another country But as life moves on It’s good sometimes to recall Once good times long gone. I called her my Pretty Flamingo, The current Manfred Mann song, Straight and slim and ......Read the rest...

... She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three but I stand and applaud when she dances for me. Eloise, my granddaughter is such a lil sweetheart I painted her image, but she's the ......Read the rest...

...I think that I will ink in my drawing of a pink flamingo, and as the ink sinks into the page, the flamingo is born. Then I colored in a unicorn I had outlined already. But this time arou......Read the rest...

...FICTIONAL BIO: The missus asked me (hitherto known as her bozo) just mere moments ago to craft humorous poem to glow nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph keeping syncopated metrical flow thu......Read the rest...

...Hiding out my soul, in Carles’ Happy Flamingo, feeling too small to be larger than life. She was a tattooed lamp and shape-shady, willing to go down for the wrong guy. I bought her a drin......Read the rest...

...I sit still in my cabin listening to the robins sing and the warm air from the sun creeps under the door and filters its residue on the floor. I was tempted to sin but a strange emotions sets in and ......Read the rest...