Short Refrigerator Poems
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I hear the refrigerator door
closing at midnight
The sound of another
failed diet
For the Grook contest
Wurtis B was a bardolater.
Shakespeare fan, there was no one greater.
He spouted the Bard.
Photo on his card.
Hamlet magnet on refrigerator.
Unfollow then you follow back,
moving forward just to backtrack;
Bloated insta inflator
stocked refrigerator,
you’re back before I grab a snack.
I have raised a popcorn eating dog
he gobbles like a garbage-eating hog
crunch crunch crunch he likes it a lot
refrigerator opens, it is butter he’s sought
The last time I thought of Engelbert Humperdinck
My refrigerator and range were on the blink
I didn’t own a microwave ~
Returned to living in a cave
Cleaning
Under the greasy stove
Behind the washer and dryer
Inside the smelly refrigerator
Under the bed where the best shirts hide
Such a mood lifter
Cleaning
Fingerprint markings on the fridge.
Tiny clues that betray mischief and secrets.
Slice of cake is missing.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
i opened the door to my stale heart
and much to my dismay
found there was much
room for improvement
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2025, Front Page Pick 2025
the refrigerator hums
clocks tick
a lone streetlamp
sheds it circle of light
snow-muffled steps
approach, retreat
inside, outside
the hush of midnight's beat
The refrigerator breeze, air in motion, recycled E, air enables emotions, resembles diminutive crush gusts to giant sorrowful storms which scales the love of motion.
- Loverboi
We shoveled stuff under the couch.
Piles of it, until it was lumpy and the cushions rose in the air.
We shoved stuff under the refrigerator
But the mice shoved it back
This is when we fired the exterminator.
We shoveled stuff under the couch.
Piles of it, until it was lumpy and the cushions rose in the air.
We shoved stuff under the refrigerator
But the mice shoved it back
This is when we fired the exterminator.
at night
we sit upon
the cold floor
the children poor
we live next door
we learn to read and write
from the refrigerator light
that move upon the haunted floor but
a quality education should be a right
A Simple Perishables Rule of Thumb,
which for health reasons, should be followed by everyone.
"Your Perishables Must Be Stored Behind Your Refrigerator Door
no later than 30 minutes after you have left the store".
We worship the meatball-breasted
Slug-eyed One
Who is fragrant with tomato sauce
Who nourishes us well
Liberates us from hunger
For the sake of full bellies
Even while the cucumbers
Ferment in the refrigerator.
Where does your imagination live the child asked?
In the oak leaves, in the refrigerator, in the daisies I said.
She looked surprised. “Not in your heart?”
Maybe.
“In your mind?”
I think so.
“In the toilet?”
Some days.
I reached into the refrigerator,
past the curdled milk and moldy bread.
The withered dreams and stale hopes were at the back.
Their stench was nauseating,
yet familiar.
I shut the door,
telling myself I'd clean it out another day.
you're amazing.
your hugs make me feel better.
no matter what.
your words.
are like nobody elses.
but.
you're like...
a refrigerator.
& im the magnet.
you pull me closer.
so close i cant detach myself.
i have to be forced away.
Form:
Post It
In any color,
On your heart
The refrigerator
Mirror...
Post It
As a reminder
Just in case
You forget for a minute
I love you
True.
Cynthia
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
2:45 a.m.written March 29, 2013
why not
JOTTOMH
It looks like a wristwatch but they are different now.
Not a wristwatch at all. A computer, an I-pad, an I-pod,
A diving board, a sewing machine, a refrigerator.
Lovely, I say.
And it can pilot a plane, she says.
Which might explain its cost.
Here's our economy model fridge, keeps food cold
This one, two hundred dollars more... keeps food cold I'm told
Then our deluxe model
Keeps stuff cold, doesn't wobble
Or stay with your old fridge, stuff stays cold though it's old
Ralphie is angry today the woman told her man.
How do you know?
He has frozen the carrots and the peas.
He cannot turn himself up, the man argued.
Ralphie snickered, knowing that he can, and he does.
He is no ordinary, everyday common refrigerator.
A ghost-flitted out of the refrigerator today.
He smelled like potato salad.
Had he been eating it?
Or was he born in it?
The ghost looked right at me.
Gave me a diabolical smile.
For the first time ever.
I was terrified by the smell of potato salad.
So many people do things hither and yon
Willy-nilly, without my permission.
Without my approval
Without my knowledge.
I used to want to control these people
But now all I want is a warm place to sleep,
a credit card that works,
and food in my refrigerator
It is a bit of an inconvenience to have
A werewolf living in our refrigerator,
A troll residing in your underwear drawer
And a vampire who reads our mail.
My husband looks up. “That’s right,” he says.
Assuring me that he is indeed listening to my every word.