Short Scrunched Poems

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Premium Member Baby Mosquito

A baby mosquito landed on my hand
I smacked it
It scrunched up, I saw its legs fold
But then it flew off
Surprising both of us


Your Dollar - My Life

spat on, scrunched, trampled
unimaginably torn
used, misused, abused
we care not; for there is want
and it remains valuable.

5/23/2016
Traditional Tanka contest
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Spineless Wimp

Listen to poem:
I lie bedraggled, disheveled,
scrunched up and crinkled,
in a pile,
like ratty raggedy 
rag doll,
besmirched, 
defiled and exiled,
for being a
spineless, 
limp 
wimp.

Premium Member Waiting To Confess

Chin thrust forward, held in right hand
    pleasant sweep of hair graces unexceptional forehead

  Thoughts percolate, bubble lightly, retreat
    mouth scrunched up into grudging position
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Prime - Pure Delight

Eyes
intent
small face scrunched
in concentration
little fingers working hard
"Look Mommy, I've tied my shoes all by myself!"





Inspired by Nigel Fawcetts PRIME-ary School contest


Premium Member Beware of Mama Bear

My Mama told me, "Don't get Lippy!"

"Better back up, and I mean Skippy!"

Scrunched up eyes, bloodshot Red,

Punched two teeth, from my Head!

I joined a Cult, became a Hippy!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Shh Timmy warned Puppy

You have to be super quiet Timmy whispered to Mac
Mac scrunched down, and sighed loud in his back
Resting away as they hit every clickety clickety clack.
Conductor noticed but was kind enough to turn his back.
dog
Form: Monorhyme

Chaos 06-04-26

The air is chaos,
a whirlwind of dark serrated fragments
that lash out
like sand scrunched into my eyes.
Was I wrong?
Were you wrong?
Does it even matter?

"Sorry" falls 
like a paper bag
blitzed in the air.
© Shane Zhao  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Murder At the Prom

Murder at the Prom

Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto.
Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos.
So callously smothered,
they never recovered.
Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 11, 2012
Form: Limerick

Premium Member vegetable crazies

I lined up the vegetable crazies onto a dinner plate.
They stuck out their tongues, their tummies were great.
With scrunched up faces, I wondered if they knew their fate.
Eight gnarled up turnips lying on a flat dinner plate.
Form: Monorhyme

Animal Antics

I recall a time past when my Tuesday was smitten,
(Before being neutered she was my little sex kitten),
With a big one-eyed cat, my orange cat Popeye;
In heat, she walked beside him
With her front scrunched way down
And her butt in the air
And an urgent come-hither look in her eye.  

(Sept. 5, 2016)
cat
Form: Rhyme

Sumptuous Stranger

familiar feelings feigns
odd emotions strains
pulpy punctured projection
ensconced eerie erections
contract into span
gulped by trance

mystic meager mass
assumed airy mask
met mushy task

inky oily infection
curl callous combustion
scribbling damped solutions

emotions sans vibe
sanity scrunched bribe.
     19:11:18:14:38
Form: Sonnet

Jove's Jumpy Jets

purpl'd eyes heaven
with tongue cloven
met mystic malady
embroidered ensconced epilepsy 
dripping damped desires 
jittery earth admires

saline liquid loitering 
deflowered dusts damping 
scrunched sans spooky

moistened mists melt
Jove's jumpy jets
twain trailed crest

dull disease dances
later lost traces
    19:11:16:11:56
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member she must be dead

a supernatural force must have saved the reckless driver
the Ford she was maneuvering is scrunched in three ways
everyone who saw the auto said “the driver must be dead”
she is not dead
she has hitchhiked home to get the keys to her husband’s truck
she is driving to work in it
I know because this walking talking miracle who survived is me
car

Premium Member Mammogram Central

Mammogram central
They are asking me questions
I have no answers
Where did I have my last mammogram?
I thought I had it here
The last one they can find was 12 years ago
I am unconcerned
My breast looks like it is healing
I feel good
Even though they squeezed my girls
Scrunched up into old men 
in a tiny plastic box
No way to treat my 44D’s

Chaotic Cherub

concentric circles clouds 
mushy mists growl
tainted tarred twain
epileptic ensconced spray
rustic rims raved
adapting aura's aid

mystic mood swung
lurching lousy lust
taming torpedic tongue

callous Cherub called
vile veins' gores
dripping damped draws

scrunched syllables smoothened
haggard hierarchy heightened. 
     19:11:14:11:30
Form: Sonnet

Brain's Busty Ballet

eerie ensconced eyes
salient spooky sight
kinetic kindled flames
bounty blazing brace
gigantesque gaunt gulp
taunted tunnel; induct

scrunched seeped smile
dripping damped drive
hoisted feelings survived

callous covertures creates
brain's busty ballet
sane senses strays

moistened mystic memories
damped dull dwindling.
     19:11:17:09:25
Form: Sonnet

Hoggish Hypnotism

Hideous hank hoisted
smoothened scrunched sculpted 
tactic turn twisting 
scared surges skipping 
smithereens into span
contracted turbulent trance

vile vibed passion
inflected per punctures 
birthed by seizures

damped draws drooping 
growling gaunt gaiety 
lanky lust lurching 

ensconced eyes envisaged
weary lids wakes. 
      19:11:13:13:20
Form: Sonnet

Dark Dances

reviving rusts revamping 
frolic feigning feasts
damped desires drooping 
mystic mists moaning 
puked passion plying 
tactic tier tucking 

sour scrunched smoothened
pleasant parks heightened 
dark dances darkened

fiery flames simpering
mocking mystic mists
towering; twigs twisting 

archaic aura blending 
brooding base bleeding. 
     19:11:15:10:25
Form: Sonnet

Unsent Love Songs '01

Bow my head, with pen to book.
Pretend not to see stolen looks.
Writing of dreams I wish I'd had,
Of naughty times when we were bad.
I think of you, I think of them.
But always, I think of you again.
Endless songs, upon blotted ink.
Scrunched up paper, I tried to think.
Love letters sent and love letters not.
Waiting for you to love me, 
but I guess you forgot.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member White Water Rafting

Terrified me so!
My heart beat like a bass drum,
Screaming , "Go, go , go!"
Someone scrunched me in a jacket,
And headed me in fear.
I did my best to smile and hide
Tears of fear, fear, fear.
But I was with a jolly crew and we did quite well.
That fear-filled afternoon in Arizona
Later, relaxing and laughing in that raft.,
With cheers, cheers, cheers!


Sunday
7:30am PST
Form: Rhyme

Worthless

She scrunched her nose when she laughed
now she lies still
the overwarm water
splattering her skin
causing no change to the blue
everything inside
screaming she was in there
as we punched the one voice that let
the words she's gone
wanting to wrap a towel around
and dry her alive
leave the shower running
i want to drown the world
cause the one thing worth it
has made it...

Feigning Fabulous Fractures

sassy smirk scrunched
spanking salient sucks
smog smithereen scorched
sorting saucy sauce
savvy strengths spent
savaging sumptuous sects

dark dribbles drooled
damping dainty doom
dense dug douche

moaning mist melted
meager mends masticated
merging mushy murky

felon fate features
feigning fabulous fractures.
     '20:03:31:18:29

Note: Dedicated to poets all over the world.
Form: Sonnet

Labour

Labour

Apoplectic murmurs as flesh contracts
Pacing and wandering in haze
Elation merged panic as the gas flows
Time is now forgotten
Life is imminent through waiting bitten lip
Scrunched fist and curled toes
Three wails, twists and reels
No position apparent, no decision made
Nature proceeds, hallucination then engulfs
Gravity descends life form 
Transient separation and then…
Life anchors to openness.

These Little Eyes

I watched her
dropping the phone,
in nano movements

My heart stomped
out, the harshness
of a dial tone

And from endless 
holes, these little eyes
scrunched with sadness

I suppose, I didn't know
what it meant to die
or why the tears
stuck to me

Sickle celled with
every memory,
around the lobes
of my being

Where I could
still hear you laugh,
the breaths of air

Grew arms 

-- and comforted me.

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