Grubby Poems - Poems about Grubby

...So you want to hear a story, first of all there is no morning glory. Your feet touch the floor its cold as ice as is the water, what a surprise. With sleepy eyes you look for your clothes, best thin......Read the rest...

...I saw it there and stopped for a while, perched dainty at the top of the pile of crockery, grubby, crazed and old at the yard sale, waiting to be sold. A teacup; white dots on baby blue; the sam......Read the rest...

... "The Depths" From the depths silence. Where are the voices of other women? In that other place, the monsters violate, they take and take bloody all, what ......Read the rest...

...The grump got out of a lumpy bed, Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head. Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed, Then made some toast with marmalade. The grump then cycled down the lan......Read the rest...

...Give me dust Give me soil Give me grubby knees grass stains and bruises Give me sand in my hair and bugs on my shirt Fruit flies butterflies ladybugs and ants The caterpillars falling from ......Read the rest...

...Courage cannot speak for you now When there are ten a penny hangers on All suckling milk from the cow Rivers flood with the cries of veiled fear Grab the last skiff and save yourself They wi......Read the rest...

...Milly was a nutty cat as nutty as can be An also nutty poet said, “She’s nuttier than me.” And that was saying something and I think you will agree Because that poet was Deb M from way across the ......Read the rest...

...Into the pantry, vanilla stash, Into the cake, vanilla splash, Take a swipe at the mixture, no matter how high the stake, HEY, get your grubby finger out of my cake, Spoon once, spoon twice, spoo......Read the rest...

... Sometimes poets tell a story Sometimes they leave you guessing The writing is cathartic Like slowly melting snow.. de-stressing Look closer and you'll find a muse The Irish poets used them ......Read the rest...

...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor? Ah... methinks legal tender could be a boon to help me bolster mein kampf with necessary material equipage, which prospect to acquire......Read the rest...

...My dearest hot shower You mean the world to me You cleanse both body and mind Always wake me up when sleepy You warm and soothe my aching bones At times wash away my tears You let me sing my ......Read the rest...

...grumpy grumbling grungy gregarious gremlin Greggory gratefully grasped grainy grandma’s green grapes in glee greathearted Gretchen greeted greenhorn grim-reaper with gee grinning, groovy, grown gr......Read the rest...

...ZEN DEATH HAIKU X These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. Forbearing the night with its growing brilliance: the summer moon. —Tsukioka Yooshi (1839-1892) , lo......Read the rest...

...You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a ‘Loving Mother Tree,’ and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all In relative, naive Harmony. You mature and grow into The Mo......Read the rest...

...The town I was born into was a grit incubating slum. It was the worst of places yet had some gruff-faced high-headed days. On those few times (days that did not seek to hammer me down into t......Read the rest...