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Short Mucking Poems

Short Mucking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mucking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mucking by length and keyword.


Speed Up Please!
Mucking through the past
Just how long will it last?
Sometimes wish that I could grow
Extra, extra fast!...

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Categories: mucking, angst, funny
Form: I do not know?



Premium Member Boots
Cowboy and Cowgirl BOOTS
Leather and Rubber BOOTS
Riding and Mucking BOOTS
Boot-Scootin' Boogie BOOTS
Ankle and Knee BOOTS
Steel-Toed, Stinky BOOTS
Puss n' Boots and Kinky BOOTS.

THIRD PLACE WINNER
written August 7, 2021
for "The Marmite Poem" poetry contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg...

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Categories: mucking, humor, silly,
Form: List
Premium Member People Standing In a Crowd
people standing in a crowd
people very loud
people standing alone
watching brother and sister pigeons
defile the earth
ting on them

moving away cooing
quietly
and quickly
backwards 
being 
pigeons

mucking around
in the 
until they finally must take a stand
and eat the few 
bad pigeons 
in a flavor able pigeon stew...

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Categories: mucking, anti bullying, betrayal, independence day, life, political,
Form: Blank verse
A Stage
What, I cannot say,
A feeling something's wonkey.
Like mucking muddy sand at the bottom of the ocean,
Beneath acrobatic, trapeze artist monkeys.
What can be said,
About the snorkeling tigers?
Or the underwater chainsaw juggler,
Breathing fire?
There's a soggy clown around somewhere,
Spitting spades and hearts, and clovers.
It's a three-ringed circus sideshow - 
It too, will soon be over....

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Categories: mucking, funny, humor, humorous, metaphor, simile,
Form: Rhyme
Lost My Damn Headphones
Ears being tortured
by the feeble music
on the jukebox,
    mind sporadic,
losing my train of thought
         to Madonna.
Ideas mottled
   by conversations
like something gnawing on wood
in my ears.

My horrors
   are hidden from me
by the likes of Beyonce’
blaring throughout the place,
     mucking up
my mental pathways.



 I usually write in my local bar with my MP3 player on 
    and as the title suggests I had lost my headphones one night....

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Categories: mucking, angst, music, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse




Book: Shattered Sighs