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Short Caulk Poems

Short Caulk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Caulk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Caulk by length and keyword.


Premium Member I'D Rather Than Baulk
I just can't "baulk"
i'd rather walk
"than" caulk to do



Copyright Joe Maverick 2011...

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Categories: caulk, adventure,
Form: Than-Bauk



Premium Member Caulk N Paint On the Wall
writing on the wall an excess, caulk imprinting in spite of the paint
5/12/19...

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Categories: caulk, analogy, appreciation, symbolism,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Commuted Chattering-
Communicated Callings caulk of code dictated Chart centred conversations Cull chatting curing nation 6/11/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
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Categories: caulk, analogy, character, word play,
Form: Jueju
Premium Member Cold In Them Thar Hills
This week, snow is expected in the hills A bitter cold Halloween like I remember Thinking about it gives me the chills Mostly the looming winter heating bills It’s time to caulk up the windowsills Against a blustery, blizzardly November This week, snow is expected in the hills A bitter cold Halloween like I remember.
Written October 16, 2022...

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Categories: caulk, mountains, snow, weather, winter,
Form: Triolet
Sidewalk Sonnet
Mom's back a crack to caulk
can't knock it in, until it's knocked
them dogs on down the sidewalk
keep on goin', no time for thought

there's rhymes to run
there's cadences to call
there's favors to sun
there's lawns to sprawl

Molly cries aloud the rules
jump a crack 'n' chalk a skip
sneakered hot dogs leap to cool
verses to holler 'n' cracks to trip

ya gotcha hopscotch, ya gotcha 'hood
sidewalk's gotcha a playin' mood good

© Goode Guy 2013-04-29...

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Categories: caulk, childhood, children, kids, fun, people,
Form: Sonnet



A Garbage Bin
Spicy smell metamorphoses
in the garbage.
The same chunk that stimulates 
the taste buds
induces nausea. This is a bin
of dual relief.  
As the darkness falls on the bare
reality, an arm 
stretches through the hole
that nobody tries 
to caulk. The stray man picks up 
a gnawed chicken 
leg bone, a scrape of fried mackerel,
some steamed rice 
mixed with reddish yellow curry...
He recycles the 
junk. Hunger can burn away
any disgust.

First appeared in The Literary Hatchet...

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Categories: caulk, poverty,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs