Short Plink Poems

Listen to poem:

leaf drips drops on pond
rings a chime with plink plop splat
echos ripple rings...

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Poems That Bore Me


Lazy, crazy, hazy
Poems with zero meaning.
Or~ words to make us not think.
 
Like playing the same key on the piano.
....plink....plink....plink.....

Sends me out the door, to a bar, to
....drink....drink....drink....


Panagiota Romios
3/31/2019...

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An icicle drips, drips
    its measured drops
  Plinkety-plink, plink, plink 
    on my window, like rain

  Each drip, every drop, a paralysis of time
    Plinkety-plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink
  Will these cursed drops never end
    ~ Will she never be mine...

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plink and plunk

like rain of a small

caliber rifle on

a metal roof

and then a large

discharge from

a barrel that

unlike a sprinkle

of rain tears

a cloud apart

with such lightning

and thunder that

it leaves little doubt

of the commitment

of its intention...

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Plain droplets plink downward risk-free.
Rain, that bristles on panes, weighty.
Rip-roaring, soaring, not boring,
as wind assists an outpouring.
Angled and claustrophobic dance.
Can’t see the light; cars take a stance.
Sky, a blue-gray, wiper flip-flops.
Shy, the soft pelts of ho-hum drops.
...

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The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair  being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.

Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!...

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Simply birds chirp, chirping in song,
belonging to a cloudy day.

Simply birds plink, plinking paradisaically.
Wee angels with harps in their wings.

Simply my teeny, tiny forest at play.
Tweets twine like ivy, inviting a smile.

Simply the sweetest sound of mirth.
Sans birdsong, saddest silence on earth.


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Bang      Bang
Clang     Clang
Plop       Plop
Drip       Drop
Boom     Boom
Zoom     Zoom
Clomp    Clomp
And        Stomp
Honk      Honk
Plink       Plonk
Knock     Knock
And        Rock
Tap        Tap
Rap        Rap
Shout     Shout
And        Holler
Bell        Bell
Ring       Ring
Whisper  Whisper
THEN SING!...

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Smile that smile,
   Trick after trick,
Aqua-powered playmate:
   Click, Click, Click.

Yummy tummy up,
   Flip about;
   Round and round,
   Inside out.

What're you saying?
What do you think?
Underwater Crooner:
   Plink, Plink, Plink.

Burst into song,
Compassionate friend:
Your high-pitched soprano
   My heart does rend....

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The drop of blood hit the clear
water exploding, dispersing 
like smoke in air. A second 
drop then a third in the same 
manner, my very being drains
before my eyes. Plink, plonk,
the waters hue now a subtle
shade of pink, deeper with 
every droplet. I now gaze that 
rouge reflection and think to
myself, it's about time I put
a new razor blade in this razor....

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The fluidity of strings, the rain harp ~
tears of joy and sadness spill, from incense
prayers of cacophonous clouds, clapping loud.
Sweet cherub fingers plink, spot on and sharp.

Wings whisk away the doldrums, banish doubts.
Tenderly, the raindrop symphony, lifts
the spirits of the drenched fallen earthlings.
The lilting psalm of living water spouts.

6/14/2018...

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Urnestly, I search for words
buried beneath the veneer.
The rite way to ashes and grief.
Contained in a purple jar,
her only tear— a hoarder's memory.

Death makes no sense, the
bed relied upon— a cramped space
in the dark, not at all
what I was expecting.

No marker with flowers.
Her jar’s become a place of “cheers.”
Dad’s tears plink into his afterglow martini.

10/15/2021...

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human turret son
gun syndrome
genome thunder dome

range lightning rain
night sky of 40 grain
splendid caliber

X caliber

plink to think
dinky clinks
tiny echoes

bricks, all clear

fire flies
barrels of varying sizes
armorer princess prizes

she goes all .223/5.56
flash suppressed
range without a roof

took her rounds
now she frowns
tell her later

give them back
after dinner...

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Plink, plink, plink.
the tap drips in the sink,
the dishes left since saturday have now begun to stink!!

Tick, tick, tick,
The clock makes me feel sick,
I feel so bloody awful that in my seat i'll stick,
 
Thump, thump, thump,
my head's a toxic dump,
my stomach churns like crazy, my whole body's in a slump,

Why? why? why?
I feel like I could die
"I will never drink again" as usual I cry.

...............................................Til next time!!!!...

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Why raindrops drip and drop in time,
not timorous; divine.
A splash, playful
in a pond of koi brass.
Tines of Sankyo, priceless precipitation;
A plink and plunk, Chopin;
“Till the End of Time,”
that is why raindrops
hold their gravity,
until the fruit
of their musicality
must be mined,
be longed
by great golden fish
with open lips
excited by the weather
without human palms
to catch, a catch
that croaks and grunts,
that fills the pond....

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tink tink tink, the keys begin to plink.
thoughts begin to fill the air.
i no longer sit and stare.
quieting the rush of silence.
on this nicer side of the fence.

courage just to say a word.
now this brave soul can be heard.
fill the page with inspiration.
take the mind on a vacation.

sharing thoughts with all the world.
layers fall as they're unfurled.
this is what we call a gift.
even if we never shift.

so enjoy the once again.
words that get put down in pen....

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