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Pinkie Poems - Poems about Pinkie


Pinkie Rang the Bell

The hummingbird
Came to feast on my vermilions
Filled my heart with joy ‘til
Pinkie rang the bell.

About the time all is well
A solution is in sight
The future looks bright,
Pinkie rings the bell.

Pinkie’s bell is not so loud
Sometimes it is silent — remember
At your church and school,
Work and neighborhood,

Family gathering and vacation,
Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas and reunion
When things looked
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Categories: pinkie, bullying, judgement, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberPinkie Cat

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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Categories: pinkie, cat,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberPinkie Raised, Chin Aligned

I dance in my mind 
     glass slippers trail behind

   Twirling pirouettes
     tea and crepe suzettes
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Categories: pinkie, dance, fantasy, image,
Form: Couplet

Pinkie Promise

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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Categories: pinkie, child, child abuse, violence,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberPinkie Marries the Faerie King

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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Categories: pinkie, fairy,
Form: Prose Poetry



Premium MemberWatch Your Winkie

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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Categories: pinkie, poems,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberPinkie

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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Categories: pinkie, girl,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberPinkie Swear Ii

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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Categories: pinkie, lifelost, lost,
Form: ABC

Premium MemberPinkie Swear

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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Categories: pinkie, childhood
Form: Acrostic

Pinkie Finger

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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Categories: pinkie, angst, confusion, devotion, nostalgia,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things