Short Gargled Poems
Short Gargled Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gargled by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gargled by length and keyword.
Another submission
of day breaks transition.
Your speaking in tongues now
i hear a gargled transmission.
I waited for too long,
on this planet I call home.
Categories:
gargled, angst, planet,
Form:
Light Verse
like the feel of wood swooning to seas touch
the scrape of knife on plate
slow mo clouds on breeze unsure
hushing trees
gargled chuckles of seagull pass
acetically addictive
glass alps projectile vomit
from misunderstood sand
sea murmurs of deeps untook
plastic bag schooners
seaweed popping pimples
and tears
i remember the tears
Categories:
gargled, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I secured my car with Yale lock and key,
And merrily sauntered up the hotel lobby,
stuck my tongue out with a smile obscene,
I was rehearsing my role to play Mr. Bean!
The suit was perfect and so was the walk,
I gargled my words as Mr. Bean would talk,
laughter was stolen by an old lady, who imitated the Queen and winked at me!
18/06/2020
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Sponsor Regina Riddle
Categories:
gargled, games, giggle, happiness, humor, vanity,
Form:
Verse
I have gargled on a rainbow
Played hide and seek
with light
Used a day in one night
I have laughed at all the wrong times
cried when it is write
the way that i have choose
to pick at every loose stand
if you are made to crawl
Scaring fear into the wall
Do my words speak my voice
or do you
make that choice
Never leave me by big button red
or the sound of ping
last thing Herd
may follow
but i step off the ledge
Categories:
gargled, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
the floorboard that gasps when stepped on
the blue bulb pulsing in an amber-lit room
the coffee stain colonizing your blue shirt—
some days, we’re nothing but
a tiny inconvenience
sharpen a pencil too far—it snaps
gargled too long, you swallow by accident
sending flowers too early—
some days, we’re nothing but
the clock that limps or leaps
some days, we are
the red shirt always missing—
until we bleed into everything
Categories:
gargled, life,
Form:
Free verse
Canine teeth that glimmer with the moonlights gaze
Open mouthed to taste unsalted tears of dripping clouds
Howls are gargled as they swallow the forlorn
Straw men sit and sift the spaces
that make their shifting frame
Wheat whips splash across the backs
as yelping oil dogs
turn to puddles black
Straw men slowly hack
at chaff offspring
that seem to laugh
Obsidian flame burning in the acid rain
as shadow ghost murmur
their stolen names
Categories:
gargled, poetry,
Form:
Free verse