Short Crinkled Poems

Crinkled crimson form
Suspended it seems at first.
Meanders to earth...

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Maybe the world doubts,
Discourages, crinkled brows.
You belong in strength....

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release my crinkled past oh midnight moonlight with your petals pearl peace 

August 21st 2024

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Stardust sprinkles twinkle on top of creamy crinkled cake ~ heavenly!! 


15th April 2023


For JCB Brul's "Stardust" contest...

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Swirling leaves, yellow
brown and crinkled, whirling round
up and round, heaven
bound, up and away, sensing 
the spirits of by gone friends...

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two wrinkled faces
                                        found a crinkled billet doux 
                                         smiled with crinkling eyes...

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Listen to poem:

I lie bedraggled, disheveled,
scrunched up and crinkled,
in a pile,
like ratty raggedy 
rag doll,
besmirched, 
defiled and exiled,
for being a
spineless, 
limp 
wimp....

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In Spring, a floral clock
Time shows us.
Love's own love-flushed dial!
Fairest smile!

In Autumn, a pale-blown
Leaf's o'replus.
Age's own soured outlook!
Crinkled. Crook....

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Come get me
      when
consciousness stopa
     its slaughter 

With my crusty crinkled works stapled  to
my chest i will read them to you nad allow 
that storm to come out of us...

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Cool dry breeze blowing
crinkled leaves turn vibrant hues
cedar boughs heavy

Hoo-hoo-hoo mourning
dove, wobbles by window sill
grain seeds most desired

submitted for Images of fall contest...

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her friend asked her
"did he break your heart?"
she replied,
while staring blankly at her shoes,
and clutching the crinkled note tightly
in her shaking hands,
"what heart?"

She was too numb to know....

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my old love nears
heartbeat skips then thumps
crinkled brow leaks 

shadows slithering
here, there, nowhere 
eyes unblinking 

eardrums pulsing
from darkness, whispers tumble 
'come, hurry to me'...

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RA25760309
Written: by Tom Wright
6/23/2006

Time has left me tired and crinkled
I’ve gotten shorter by just a spurt.
I’m dated, tan, worn, and wrinkled
Like a military issue poplin shirt;
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The music laughs 
piano thoughts
the tiny bird alive you caught
skitters wild across the keys
I hide within your satin sleeves
crepe and crinkled fragile soul
crescendoes gather and enfold
mesmerize me and infuse
a scherzo written by a muse...

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Scorching sun, baking earth
Wilted flowers, dried shrubs
Vibrant hues of Crape Myrtle 
Lively displays of brilliance
Clusters of flamboyant blossoms
White, pink, red, lavender and purple
Crinkled paper resemblance   
Astonishing dramatic marvels...

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finally!    He’s home
candy bag on the table
he empties it out
sugar content enormous!
and    with one brown    crinkled leaf

cool    just a light frost
and the goblins are playing
for it’s Halloween
my doorbell rings    No one there
smell of sulfur in the air...

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Observe
the children running
towards the water
trailing their long shadows,
the gold crinkled tops of waves,
hesitating, then breaking into foam,
the blessings of last light 
on her face, the sun easing
into a simmering sea, bloated,
slowly devouring itself
to death....

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She likes to talk

    her voice moves in spiderweb ways

feeling like crinkled newspaper
     on a dry desert of a sunday morning

endless threads of chatter
    woven tapestry of a ill-fitting sweater
       erratic stitching
  
She likes to talk

      but she has nothing to say...

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folded into her 
own crinkled
wrinkled

newsprint self, 
delight and enthusiasm rapidly 
dissipate

Torn pieces of herself
languish
in her own self-imposed 
purgatory

joyless, she sees nothing
of her former light.

In greyscale, her 
essence

waits in anguish for
the return of self....

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Summer-scented blueberry breezes
announce Autumn as scarlet shades tint the trees.
And loose leaves, like crinkled crimson,
fall as songbirds sing a forlorn farewell.
Daylight dims, darkness descends,
and warm winds morph into fickle friends,
scattering snowflakes at Autumn's end....

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Always hopeful in dreams
You can't ask
You can't scream

Free floating thought
Driven by a lesson
Carelessly taught

Dawn brightens another day
What have you learned
What can I say

Crinkled paper haunts the night
Causing shadows
Fear of light

Never show a naked smile
It only stays
A short while...

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scented leaves

~*~

fell
from trees
sweet smelling
gold, red, yellow
hues

we
gathered
many crinkled
to press in books
old

_______________________
November 11, 2019


Poetry/lanterne/Scented Leaves
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1198-653-02
All Rights Reserved.   Written under Pseudonym....

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Your eyes
Your smile
Your words
Have a magic spell
Which I have fallen for you
Your thoughts flooded in my mind
Where I'm out of one's mind
Butterflies jerked their wings in my tummy
Words got hidden 
And trembled and uttered
But,
Your not mine
And you no more
Heart crumbled
Brow crinkled
Tears drizzled....

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The card hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; 18 years apart

Crinkled notes in my right hand drawer
Doodled hearts in colored pens
Thumb stained photos in a shoebox
Innocent smiles, nervous hands
Simple memories on paper
I keep those hidden and safe

But his card, it hangs above my pillow.
Two dates; only 18 years apart....

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Lee had fried her face
She had fried her hair
Sitting in the sun
Outside her beachfront lair

She was all spotted now
Her skin was mottled and wrinkled.
Her face was splotchy like a cow
Her neck was hard and crinkled

You fried your face!
You fried your hair!
This was said by her sister.
Lee replied “I don’t care!”...

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