Short Crinkly Poems
Short Crinkly Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Crinkly by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Crinkly by length and keyword.
1.
Dry crinkly winter
Wrinkled parchment skin
Telling a thousand tales
2.
Chilled marrow of bones
Bright embers aglow
Winter crackles are such fun!
Categories:
crinkly, age, nature, old, seasons, winter,
Form:
Haiku
My words fall down and skitter around
like leaves from an autumn tree,
dry and crinkly.
Sapless.
Lifeless.
Vestiges of prouder times
when language used to speak my mind.
Categories:
crinkly, blue, depression, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Saltiest of flats
Plainly addictive
Bag crinkles open
We eat them in two’s
Not a bit healthy
Tiny pieces
Casserole tops
Picnic staple
Bring a bag please
High salt taste
Greasy too
Teen delight
Crinkly
Salty
Chips
Categories:
crinkly, addiction, food,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
A Rose
Must I liken you to a rose
Smooth and delicate
Sweet to the nose
A gentle etiquette
A young, budding bloom
A slow , steady ,decline
A roomy potent fume
Aged is its wine
Dried crinkly petals
A unique find
An array of precious metals
A zesty orange rind
Marckincia Jean
Rhyme
06/21/19
Categories:
crinkly, age, beautiful, color, confidence, flower, red, roses
Form:
Rhyme
Crumbling crinkly, cracker crumbs
into salty, seafood stew,
Mother made our midday meal.
Fast for favorite food we flew.
Gluttony Glenda gulped a glass
of Linda's lovely, lemon tea.
While Will wolfed down whole walnut meats,
carefully crunching kernels free.
"Savages", sister Susan said.
"Politeness, please," our papa pled.
7/4/14
For Dr. Mehta's contest
Categories:
crinkly, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
pearls dust
crinkly brown leaves
leaving them soft
and vulnerable
whispers ruffle their
existence
threatening to
tear them from their limbs
do not be afraid,
a kind whisper
enticing
in the heat
seductive
under their cool touch
one by one
they slide down
one snap,
another,
a flurry of oranges and browns and reds
and then nothing,
only naked trees shiver.
Categories:
crinkly, 12th grade, 3rd grade
, anxiety, bangla, celebration,
Form:
Acrostic
Hairy Nora reads the Torah from daybreak until dusk.
She’s got four different colored legs, but not a single tusk.
There’s a birdie sitting on her back that moves and sways like Elvis,
Her ears are crinkly when they’re pressed and there’s a mirror on her pelvis.
Now I’ve been almost everywhere on my old rusty bike,
But an elephant like Nora, I have never seen the like.
Categories:
crinkly, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, child,
Form:
Rhyme
An old gaunt lady
With feeble steps
Walked to the red telephone booth
On the roadside pavement
Every day she dialed a number
And spoke inaudibly into the receiver
As tears streamed down her crinkly face
This continued for an hour
Until she resigned for the day
Hoping for another heartfelt conversation
A baffling mystery unsettled us
Spectators to this daily drama.
Categories:
crinkly, loneliness, mystery, old, red, sad, sick, woman,
Form:
Free verse
No blue hair or curls for me.
I’ll grow old naturally.
Hanging breasts and flattened bum,
crooked teeth and graying gum.
Sagging knees and chicken skin,
sunny spots and double chin.
Silver streaks through thinning hair,
dimming eyesight no repair.
Crinkly crow’s eyes and flat feet
singing as the Maker I meet.
I don’t care what you say,
I can’t hear you anyway.
Categories:
crinkly, age, beauty, funny, hair, old, silly, silver,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn burnishes furry heads,
even we, who however scant our hair
flourish in this wind-blown leafy.
No room for stray gray wisps;
our locks turn golden brown,
crown our minds with crinkly laurels.
Mr. Groundhog looks pretty spiffy
in his cabbage leaf toupee,
even the bent old lady
who walks pell-mell
in the Fall, the strewn and gusty,
has sewn together a wig so big
that it covers her face with beauty.
Categories:
crinkly, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Reading feels like a chore, a heavy weight,
But it sharpens the mind like a blade.
Books cause boredom to take over
But wisdom is a flower that grows.
Pages flip, leaving me wishing I was doing something else.
But my brain is developing more and more.
Though each crinkly, dusty page is taking away my joy,
I know that reading will make me grow old.
Although my excitement is not present for reading,
I know that I will benefit from each black, bold word on the page.
Categories:
crinkly, 10th grade, anger, art, blessing, books, cute,
Form:
Free verse