Pinkie Poems - Poems about Pinkie

Pinkie Cat was more than a teensy tiny bit fine She was the ultimate pink-a-lated pretty feline. She upgraded and uplifted our old folk congo line Dancing her two-step self, with a glitzy shine. Pinkie Cat was the ritziest cat we’d ever seen. She danced her tail off and threw off a sheen. We toms watched, thinking she was pretty keen. She...

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I dance in my mind glass slippers trail behind Twirling pirouettes tea and crepe suzettes...

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The sticky summer heat lingered on my skin, Much like your hand on my leg. As my feet swung back and forth, I tried Not to look at you. My twin size bed couldn't fit the both of us, yet You sat. I thought I saw something in your eyes, And by saying nothing, you knew I said everything Mute words fell upon...

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Pinkie was a fluffy butterfly kind of faerie. She was free spirited with a beautiful soul. She cared about everyone, and they knew it. People gravitated to her as if she was cotton candy. When she got married she invited the entire village. There was no exclusion. She put an advertisement in the paper. Everyone is invited, she told them. You...

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This poem is for Pagunda Zahid who asked me Write a poem before he is reluctantly, thrown out, A spoiled brat who’s lost his best teddy, Sure he’s plotting to make trouble already, An impolite, jealous, trouble making annoying fool, Trying his hardest to overthrow the winner, not cool. Accusing the election of being fraudulent, how dare he Lost his balls,...

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Pink as a baby’s bottom. Pink as 1960’s Bazooka Bubblegum Pink as Barbie’s Dream House Pink as a 1959 Cadillac with chrome tailfins. Pink as a perky, pretty, popular, pizzazz-y petite preteen. We nicknamed her “Pinkie” which made her laugh....

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A boy can drop everything for girls, his initial joy, kissing lips, most now only playing, quickly run, some take upsets very weakly except you, Zebulon. ~//~ T he little boy always brought his toy truck H e had many kinds of toy trucks to share E very day she would come to the park B ringing her dollies with their...

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T he little boy always brought his toy truck H e had many kinds of toy trucks to share E very day she would come to the park B ringing her dollies with their golden hair I n the age of pureness of five and four R easoning of nannies who watch this pair D oes not include what children talk...

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when i was drunk i rang you and you didn't pick up your phone. i came to your house and bashed the door until my knuckle bones ripped in two. my fingers were ripped from my palm from trying to reach you. i left my pinkie finger in your post box. when you found it in the morning...

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