Short Crunched Poems
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He thought that they were fast asleep so he crunched on a carrot or two
but halas they had created a gauntlet , poor Santa what was he to do ?
Dec. 18, 2018
Twigs and branches crunched,
Revealing a wholesome face,
Curiosity
Generated a fine glimpse,
Of Mother Nature’s kind charm.
By: sabina Nicole
Written: 9/9/11
Crunched Away Her Curds
What a woman who
To say only had few words;
Crunched away her curds.
It was something about
Mary being so contrary.
Get it?
Jim Horn
Jim Carrey
5/31/2015
The gregarious Mr. Jim Carrey
Crazy comic who makes merry
Seated on a jury first day trial did start
Smiled, crunched up his face and let out a loud fart
Brave little turtle,
Crossing the road.
Dodging traffic,
Shelling the load.
Slow and steady,
Forever hunched.
Always praying,
Never crunched.
The price of life,
Yes, you've paid it.
Now safe across,
Hurray! You made it.
Limerick : Once a tongue-twisting Pop Man-Eater
Once a tongue-twisting Pop Man-Eater
Went on rampage with just her Strummer
Tunes she hissed were so sweet
Crunched Frenchmen by the fleet
Watch Out ! ‘Merica ! for this Nor’-Easter !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Summer sun burning
Blazing azure sky
Scorched tawny meadow
Pallid hues of trees
Tanned people on beach
Heat of long day
Lethargic spell
Sunset relief
Pull of cold treats
Birds chirping
Hot wind blow
Dry leaves crunched
Mango
Ice cream
Chill
snow loudly crunched
on my bittersweet walk
through yesteryear made memories
of my brother and me
in snowball wars
MY DUST
My dust I shall have spread
Into a flowered terrace bed
Or into the staffs of a music score
But I shall not choose anything more
That it shall ever go
Into the black earth for weeds to grow
Crunched under shoes or wagon wheels
With the smell of horse dung on its heels
Is of the essence,
Is not on your side,
Is an illusion,
Can be passed, marked, kept,
Bought, borrowed, warped, crunched
Only it tells,
Waits for no man,
What we want most,
Is worth making
Is money,
Heals all wounds,
Works wonders
Never
Enough
Time
My fingertips touched the glistening snow
A smile formed that I could show
The cold sensation climbed up my veins
Like a race car in the fast lane
A simple shiver spread swiftly down my spine
In an on-going line
My toes crunched inside my shoes
and wiggled with a sensation that was almost blue
A marquee of stars dims, to beckon early winter’s stage;
Reflecting crunched flowers in ghastly hues, detached from their limp boughs.
The nightfall drapes hush of serenity , as flakes soothe trees’ nest.
Andrea Dietrich's October Bliss or November Dreams
10/09/2014
Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through
You bring us together like invisible glue
Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes
Jealous soul you bold barometric beast
Hairdos, skirts, scarves, hats and pails blown away in envious fury
If we could capture you you’d be in front of a jury!
He prowls on quiet paws
in the cold – dark night.
His nose bent low to sniff
the scent of the prey.
Hunched crunched to the ground,
ready to pounce at the slightest sound,
his beady fathomless eyes
glitter in the thick darkness;
searching—always searching!
First a low groan deep in his throat,
then a feeble moan…
the prey is held.
I am crying in a bettle nest
No were to take a rest
My hands are crunched
Legs are couched
Everything seems so drowzed
Looking here & there to find a way
But darkness signals the end of day..
My eyes are paining
Everything seems draining
Throat is chocked
Situation seems to get rugged
Praying for a saviour
But situation had its own selfish behaviour.
An index of first growth,
bound in curled leaf,
a glossary of shadow
over the deep crunched floor
of cone ,splinter and spruce.
Coda; the glass
of silence is often broken,
lost words seek
the brown narrative of winter,
the best time
to read the trees, the text.
punctured passion plucked
gaunt confetti crunched
perforating porous pulps
oozing glitches gulped
cozy contractions cupped
lanky liquid's lust
eerie efforts etched
pompous platter's crest
sucking salient stress
gullible groom grooved
hoisted passion puked
bride trust bruised
meagre honeymoon mocked
sassy strife stocked.
'20:05:03:09:43
Note: Of pulpy picture.
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
'20:05:01:18:32
Note: of harassed ambiguity.
Summer- embraced, like a returning friend-
from a distant land. Here warmth descends-
here, she’s standing at the green fence.
Listen- Summer’s chipping off her snack-
rain and leaves crunched, with the cracks,
incessantly- stirring a nostalgic hunger’s lack.
Summer & melancholic hopers/the night eaters
in awakened dreams that have a bygone savor
of love & loss becoming- temporary painkillers.
As morning light glistened on the trees
I walked quietly, stepping into the woodlands freed
brittle leaves crunched beneath my feet and knees
and bird song chattered on the breeze,
lost to time and city strife
I found a calm beyond this busy life
in the forest old and primeval
stretching to the heavens like church steeples
rays of sunlight twinkled through each branch
and I hummed embracing the shadow dance.
I sunk my teeth in
And chomped loudly
I pulled away
juice dribbling down my chin
My macintosh apple
Red as a rose
Sweet as sugar
Juicy like an orange
Shiny like lip gloss
Deformed like a blob
Crunched like chips
Perfect as a picture
Tasted like Heaven
My perfect little apple
Reminds me of the
Great things our planet
Has to offer...
Just like our own little Heaven
We just have to look a little harder
I had a dog way back when
With white teeth and tail a wag
He slept so fine in steepled den
Crunched on a chicken, like a rag
With eyes of brown, and fur of black
Patrolled the farm, a canine cop
The silly cats he would attack
And barking noise should never stop
One snowy day he disappeared
Walking a road he often trod
Did not return, as I feared
Where was my dog? I asked God
Then one night, I heard him bark
My friend returned in pitch dark
Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled
with facial lines brightly smile crunched.
Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled
from decades of holding faith bunched.
She prayed steady,
her praise ready.
Her giggle rendered me tickled.
Her heart-ways raised me cherish-touched.
Loving my Gram much, tears trickled
the morning I found her death clutched.
Not one gray hair
lacked my despair.
... CayCay
March 10, 2018
Evil Intentions
Classic crunched into food
Zoom away
An endless pit of sorrow
JACKASS
An evil wonderer
A king on his throne
Fantasy land
Mozart would despise his creation
PIXMATARIAN
SANYOSAN
An evil shadow bears the two
Calm peace
Eternal slumber
Rising into heavens feet
Taken like a lover off her feet
An evil desk
Of mesmerising creations
Inflicting children’s minds
Speed up
Evil quadruples by cloning
The evil surfaces
The evil is Mozart’s Remix
Form:
Told a lie but didn't realize
That lie became reality
Something built inside me
It won't go away
I'm ashamed
Why this is happening
The lie was a trick for them
Now a trick back on me
Eyes closed shut
Nose stuffed
Ears popped every five minutes
Back crunched by the second
Throat full of blood
What was i thinking of?
Could hardly breathe
Wheres the family
Out of house
No help
Hospital I yell
No help
I fall asleep slowly
Still no family
Still no help