Plunking Poems - Poems about Plunking

...Mini mangy monster Marvin moo Nearly never noticed anything new Outrageously outgoing onset overdue Plunking his plush posterior on a pew Quizzically questioning Curly-Q Respecting ruffians Brew......

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...Plunking two twin babies down in the berry patch now They are being stared at by some animals, namely a cow. She is watching them closely, more curious than a cat. They look up into her eyes and w......

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...She Dances...Come With Me Her gliding translucence~heaven’s kiss Leaping lightly aswirl in twilight’s sweet mist Her sprite easy leap~grandious pirouette Into the night she blends in a dar......

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...Loving my refurbished fifteen inch mid 2015 Macbook Pro A lightning fast machine purchased three days ago now comfortably nestling with said technological wonder, where outside a cold wind how......

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...The most beautiful morning I have ever witnessed. Mesmerising expanse of cumulonimbus clouds. Pull me up there. Keep me alive or make me dead. I want to fly up in the air. Misty cl......

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...Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used. And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused. Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immedi......

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...Invisible predators steal my soul taking me to a bowl of stale potato chips dunking me down beneath the cigarette butts That were not ever well-hidden in the bottom Plunking me down firmly with......

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...Polite Pink Perhaps a not-so perfect princess Performing particularly pathetically Persuasive Pink Promoting purple Pink, plunking piano Passionate Pink Photographing Pink Perhaps pla......

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...No one knows where it happened and no one knows when or why, the little, luminous silver star came tumbling from the sky Landing with a plunking sound falling helplessly into the river, this......

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...There is a beat bouncing through her brain that she can’t help but step to Her soul is overflowing with melodies; they long to be sung She hears a song and stops to listen as pitches and rhythms ar......

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...Lay away. I had never heard the term Until I saw a friend use it. We were in seventh grade. We had both fallen in love with a purse with large ugly brown beads attached to the side. Hers was blon......

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...3:15 a.m. It was a crappy, wet, rainy dog-hiding drizzly morning. Anthony woke up in a bad mood, with a sore throat, that got worse when he looked out the window. Of course, the obstinate dog ma......

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...This poem doesn’t want to get written. It’s fighting with all that it’s got. Apostrophes, commas, Their daddies and mamas Are joining to give it a shot. I’m dragging each word that’s resisting......

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...Grief is so strange it catches you by surprise One minute your laughing, the next tears in your eyes A song on the radio, the sun going down It's all so unexpected, when grief makes you frown ......

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...Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode – a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – and she scuttled forth, her nesty hair tousled by a leaf-laced breeze In her bony hands she cl......

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