Short Gurgle Poems
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Here is my inspiration.
There is the toilet.
Plop.
Flush.
Gurgle.
See the sea so restless and wide
Sailing above it without a peep
Different now..."gurgle, gurgle, gurgle"
As my ship sinks into the deep!
waterfalls gurgle
to hanging ice formations
surprises in March
Heidi Sands
3/22/24
(C)opyright
the village pump-
in a gurgle
my childhood
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Contest hosted by Mick Talbot
Murmur.
Bloodflow. Heartbeat.
Gurgle. Whoosh. Burp.
Ma. Mom. Momma. Dada.
Hiccup. Thump. Hum.
Mommy. Daddy.
Pitch. Rhythm. Pattern.
Music.
Movement.
Mother. Father.
Scream.
Stillness.
Silence.
10.10.2017
Crystal clear serpentine waters
gurgle, gushing over small rocks.
A fly rides the turbulent surf
as I wade hip deep rod in hand.
And I feel the river’s fingers
tugging, trying to trip me up.
(Lyric/Verse )
Afternoon autumn
Our neighborhood goes crazy
Like living in a dentist’s office
Drilling sucking blowing
Whining wincing scraping
Gurgle
My head tilted back
With a book on my chest
Mouth wide open
Staring into the glare of the final high sun.
Do you hear the sound?
The soft, sweet gurgle of life.
Do you see the sight?
The glittering, dancing rainbow of light.
Do you feel its body?
The running, flowing liquid of might.
Do you taste its essence?
The pure, pleasurable nectar of all that is right.
Form:
bloop
dribble
drip
drizzle
splash
spray
sprinkle
squirt
ahem
belch
blurt
chatter
giggle
growl
groan
grunt
gulp
gurgle
eek
moan
mumble
murmur
squeal
whimper
bam
bang
clang
clank
clap
clatter
click
clink
crash
crunch
:: 10.19.2021 ::
electrocardiogram
I heard my heart,
sing its song
whistle like wind
gurgle, a brook
red with life.
even, strong
it sings my life
through miles tunnels
dark, shallow and deep
warp and weft
age by fates design
when I emerged from
primordial time
the song began.
Making gingerbread cookies in my sleep
Elfish as it is, I was glistening with pure happiness
The smells were wafting into my stomach,
Making her gurgle and grin.
my tongue was salivating
My heart singing Silver Bells
Christmas cookie making.
If there is anything better
I have no idea what.
am I more valid when I am in water
I am apt to explore outside my bubble
a gurgle of spoken word
unknown
on my scales the weight
of air
I swim
through the sky
the dream
scares the girl
for me it’s divine
‘fore I reach the pinnacle
she’s pinched
liquid eyes open
to prison of glass
“All Gurgle And No Guts”
A Limerick
By: Tom
August 2, 2020
Many like to talk big, but talk is cheap,
and when cornered won’t utter a peep.
They no longer strut,
but keep their trap shut.
To avoid introduction to temporary sleep.
"Discretion is the better part of valor"
Babble,gabble
simper,whimper
gurgle coo;
holler,howl
scream,sigh
then cry.
Squeak,shriek
screech,squeal
bang,clang;
gnash,splash
peal and crash.
Shout,spout
roar ,rage
toot,hoot whistle;
whoop,sing
cheer and yell.
Ding,ting,tone
zing and ring
hiss,moan and groan;
whisper
then kiss.
Babble,gabble
simper,whimper
gurgle coo;
holler,howl
scream,sigh
then cry.
Squeak,shriek
screech,squeal
bang,clang;
gnash,splash
peal and crash.
Shout,spout
roar ,rage
toot,hoot whistle;
whoop,sing
cheer and yell.
Ding,ting,tone
zing and ring
hiss,moan and groan;
whisper
then kiss.
A small pond,
nestled in the ever soft grass!
The sun glints off the surface
of this peaceful pool!
A small waterfall
cascades over the rocks,
constantly churning the water.
The breeze a soft whisper
against my face.
Small trees of pine,
stand off to one side!
The gentle gurgle of water
ever present, so peaceful and quiet!
Absolutely beautiful!
ICING ON THE CAKE
Mountains, valleys, rivers and trees
Flowers, sunsets, birds and bees
Sunlight, moonlight, stars and sky
Creeks and streams that gurgle by
Rainbows, waterfalls, colorful leaves
Plants, animals and the big blue seas
Butterflies, dragonflies, prairies and lakes
All add to the icing on this cake !
The pen is tidier than the cord.
A garrote provokes an unsettling gurgle
That reverberates in the midnight hour
When one is trying to pursue a guiltless sleep.
The pen, however, resonates
With an uncanny mystic harmony
That allows the comforting lullaby
Of literary reprisal to carry out the hit.
Character assassination: a cowardly villain’s vengeance.
Friend. You have eyes of gold
That shine for no one but you.
You’re too sad to see the truth.
Dead emotions drown
Future dreams.
Sad friend, your eyes
Wash up blue upon me
Drowning me
I gurgle in search
Of that precious breath
That would lead me back to (the real) you.
Stop styling your hair there
And let me taste the
Sweet waters in your
Original scheme.
I load the dirty clothes into your drum
You are waiting for the tab willing me on
I close the door and wait diligently
You start to gurgle and grind
I watch as you spin making me smile
You stand there all alone, performing steadily turning
I walk away but never fear I will be back
You have finished and I am flustered
I am so grateful for the washing machine genially
Silence speaks well
As zephyr sighs,
Soft murmurs dwell
In gentle ply.
Soft gurgle here
Tells of a squeeze,
Stray coolness cheers
A passing breeze.
Stillness can peel
The profound touch,
Zephyr moves feel
Now just as much.
In the dawn light
Zephyr tells me,
Pulse greets new sight
In a fine spree.
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2018
Singapore
Told you I love you and you said you feel nothing for me ,silent shreaks escape me and mesh with the blistering cold breeze, swirls of agony, tornado of pain, my emotional body shatters to shards on the concrete, 1000 pound feet, heavy steps taken on the street, walking away from you and my hopes, on my feelings I gurgle and choke, you are as addictive as dope, always knew I was your Joke
A horizon of rain claws boiling across the sea
Against an outline of island mountains draped in fog.
Wisps of clouds lick lazy through scattered trees.
Cattle show backs to the front in a soggy bog.
The river Corrib rips rapid under mossy arches
White caps gurgle an early morning song
Over vibrant green rocks down into the marshes
Past a gracefully floating reflecting ballet of swans
If I could turn into mashed potatoes faster.
31 miles and my feet don’t hurt.
There is no detour.
If you run for 31 miles.
There is no detour that doesn’t need to eat.
And my feet don’t hurt, sputter, and gurgle.
Even after being turned into foot chowder.
I took off my shoes.
Going underground in the sewer is nice as her famous ribs.
But ruins shoes and there was no reason to run so far.
Clunk.
Down and down and down they fall,
into rivers and oceans and seas,
into eyes looking up,
and onto uncaring heads,
making streams gurgle again,
overflowing suburban birdbaths,
filling a little bottlecap on the side of the road,
making a puddle in a tiny dip,
muddying the roads where tires run through,
down and down and down they fall,
my tears water the earth,
and without them there would be nothing.