Mushed Poems - Poems about Mushed

...Quietly waiting at the table legs swinging… Then, Aunty Jean brings in green soup. Mother-glares at me, sister-stares with me at the cold green soup. Is it medicine, pond slime, mushed......Read the rest...

...Down the faithful brick stones he goes with his favorite monkey Spiff through the alley where twilight glints soon turn from pinkish to gold beneath a yawning sun. Bringing forth a new day,......Read the rest...

...Bananas Here come the sailors of the Seventh Fleet With their bananas ripe, ready to eat The ladies, they like them firm Musty one’s make them squirm Why can’t liberty always be so sweet! L......Read the rest...

...Waiting for chips* Hungry at noon Vinegar, salt Use a fork not a spoon Eat by the sea Where the waves are unhurried Peas that are mushed Sauce that is curried Two slices of bread A chip ......Read the rest...

...Alone and hungry left leg aches like a broken peg in the mugginess of its left slipper. Not a good day for fixing anything but the sealed and over salted, the quickly warmed and spooned that ......Read the rest...

...ALUMINUM SIDING my heart is buried behind the aluminum siding, trapped inside that bubbly feeling i’d get when your arms would graze my waist, in the late night bus rides when the light slipping......Read the rest...

...That dirty green hearse (the first one I'd ever seen) Mushed through traffic Like a Notre Dame back on a muddy field. Dripped slush, tears Aiming straight down A hollow cheek a......Read the rest...

...A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)... deplores adipose tissue gain No Holiday music can soothe savage beast washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced skinny bag of lovely b......Read the rest...

...On the peaks of Mount Logan, I mushed our tobogan Heading for Dawson and spring As I camped in the Yukon,the memories of Tuscon Were bright unforgetable things The Klondyke had gold, but im fast ......Read the rest...

...It's Spring but the snow still comes down. It falls till it covers the ground. It melts and then freezes, I'm up to my kneeses, In mud, slush and snow by the pound. I saw the first Robin toda......Read the rest...

...Mary, Mary how contrary why does your garden grow? with old tin cans and frying pans and muddy boots all in a row. Car piled high with spider's webs Their spindly smiles, their lovely legs. C......Read the rest...

...Man I'm still standing & demanding though demand is drained You can look in from outside see but not feel the pain I’ve been through mad drills harsh anger & changed my face quitting is Hell my fr......Read the rest...

...She was sitting on the edge of the bar stool Not wearing anything but her wings. I found it curious that no one else seemed to want a peek and I could not stop peeking. “What will you have?” th......Read the rest...

...I loathe shucking clothes, (no matter eyes severely myopic) in preparation for here goes another warm shower quickly relaxing this senescent body ready to doze soon after lathering this blub......Read the rest...

...Gale force winds have blown away the top of his skull Impaled by a fallen tree with the prison of his mind exposed Tim’s pierced splintered and dismembered fragments mash freely with mushed ......Read the rest...