Scrunchy Poems - Poems about Scrunchy

...(a disastrous morning Sonnet) I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal, my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal I lost a scrunchy an......

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...I know my clothes are a little crazy. It’s not because I’m lazy. I do care about my looks. I just don’t read fashion magazines and books. I prefer to make my own style. Even if it’s a bit wild. ......

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... It is Autumn and foliage is falling Crisp, brittle and dry that make a crunch-crunch sound Floating down in clusters, to trees they're calling Not to let them go, but they have touched the g......

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...Persephone’s Finger By Sy Roth It wormed its way to the surface. Pointy finger tested the air, Wriggled in a sensuous Fatima dance Etch-a-Sketching the crepuscular sky above, Shaming the ......

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...She sleeps He watches as fine strands of brown silk have escaped her scrunchy and flutter near her face riding the even breaths from her acquiline nose and slightly open mouth He carefully ......

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...crushed concerto cruised bounty braces bruised salient seal scrunchy dark diminuendo dusty lanky hoists lured vying voluptuous lurch wet wits wanky punctured pills curvy hoisted heels hefty......

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...Scrunchy loud turquoise satin Bustling and rustling Dedra tiptoes onto a balcony wondering if her mother knows Delighting in the oranges Unaware she is the prettiest Entity in the landscape ......

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...It is six minutes to midnight I have been drinking Red Bull for three hours. It usually inspires me. Nutbush is going around in my head, but it has been done. By Tina too. The deadline my songw......

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...She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner.  Soon we became friends.   We held hands with skin like bricks. I ......

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...Tiny tips of green thrusting their way through the cold earth You look and scratch your head and wonder, what did i plant there Its cold, the tiny bulbs shiver as though close to death Being a friend......

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