Short Wrinkly Poems

Any qualms, quaking aspen
In shading a graveyard?
"No; not when, worn and wrinkly
My own pride discard!"...

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A real charmer when I was growing up
My skin's now all wrinkly and wear Depends
Walk with a cane
Wracked with pain
Why can't we all wind up totally undamaged...

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We are selling shirts for six ninety-nine.
They have school colors – tangerine and lime.
They are scratchy and wrinkly most of the time.
Come closer, young pigeons, only six ninety-nine....

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He had been to steampunk conventions before
But had never seen a beauty that he could adore
This woman was a goddess with hair of spun gold
He stared from the corner, feeling wrinkly and old...

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I'm the two year old
with white hair and wrinkly skin-
mother's eyes' magic




Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 7 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand...

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Aging is like asking, “have you reserved a hearse?”
Sorry but you're starting to look like you've been cursed
All wrinkly and droopy
Losing control of your poopy
Your bodily functions are getting a whole lot worse...

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Ghost pumpkin 
When the knife
Is inserted in
Your ruff wrinkly skin

You will not feel
As your life blood
Comes to spill
Onto our duds

Scariest face
On the road
But oh the taste
In our abode

When your flesh
Is transformed
Into a mesh
Of pie that's norm...

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i've given
my give
i've begun
my begin

not even
shouting
at my image
mirrored before

me for surely
it's not me or
wasn't what
was me before

for now after
shaving finding
beneath years
of beard growth

the face of
a baby a
baby's 
wrinkly

bottom...

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A splash of gold
lines the doors to her soul

Intelligence burning
like a flashlight
through a keyhole
into a dark room.

Wrinkly nose reflex
when you score a hit
and your minds sing together

Her voice her voice her voice
captured, a poor portrait

of a goddess....

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Ol' yoda you looking like a wrinkly toad.

Watch it Obi-wan im not that friggin old.

Why have you called me here in this transmission.

Train luke to a jedi is my one condition.

I'll do it yoda ill show him the force.

In the Force train him well and with a lightsaber of course....

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Damn she pretty
Pretty don't pay no bills
Don't cure no ills
Pretty is nothing but thrills
Frills
Pretty is no surety 
When you need a loan
Pretty won't keep you company
When you're all alone
Pretty is here today
Wrinkly tomorrow
Pretty is ephemereal
Elusive 
© Terence Msuku 2016...

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What does shame resemble?
An old wrinkly face?
Or a cold shallow embrace?
Look into my eyes to see
the pain that made me shameful.
Never did I think my will
would get stomped on by you.
But not only did you
take my will,
you teared my heart.
For the rest of my days
I will live in shame,
because I was fooled
by a fool....

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Scribble scrabble scrimpy screech
Dribble drabble dimply dish
Sunny solemn simple sojourner
Boiling biting bunson burner

Wrinkly brinkly water bottle
Twisting words we rarely swaddle
Scribble Scrabble Scrimpy Screech
Bare your buttocks, bubbly beach.



Written January 20th, 2020
Contest: Twist My Tongue
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter...

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Let’s do the potato chip boogie
Crunch Crunch. Crunch.
 Twirling with your noogie.
Scrunch. Scrunch. Scrunch.

Shake your chip bag, goodie. 
 Hunch. Hunch. Hunch.
Why eat just one, hoodie?
When you can have a bunch?


Wrinkly salt with a fried foogie.
 Scrunch. Scrunch Scrunch.
Let’s do the Potato Chip Boogie.
 Lunch. Lunch. Lunch....

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Wrinkly and skinny like the turtle’s necks,
got on each other in a blissful daze

like lizards, the old paramours have sex:
the man, a former fire fighter, lays

flat on his stomach, his sweetheart, an ex-
astronomer, - on him. He whispers: “Grace,

I still love you”. Grace loves him too. Alas,
she sleeps. Grace always was a sleepy lass....

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When wrinkles settle in the skin
There's not much you can do,
For even Botox rarely makes
Your skin look smooth and new.

But when your clothes or tablecloths
Get wrinkled from the dryer,
An iron helps to make them look
Like textiles to admire.

If I've a choice or wrinkly
Or not, right off the bat,
I'll tell you I like irony - 
No irony in that!...

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Old Mick has the lips of a bragger
And wiggles his hips with a swagger.
He jumps, full of beans
In black skinny jeans
With hip-shaking destined to stagger!

Old ladies enjoy the distraction
Of seeing their idol in action.
He keeps them at bay
For, wrinkly and grey,
They can't give him no satisfaction!

30.08.19

'Swagger poetry contest' sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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i was explaining this at the 
breakfast table

my wife pulled that electric chair face
but i consider
that it is better to 
be adventurous than 
cautious

my son takes another bite
of his jam on toast
and my wife
gives me those
ultraviolet light looks

she is our ozone layer 
preventing
us from ripping apart
our
delicate 
alveoli sacs

i am her wrinkly moon man...

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My dad is skinny, 
or he used to be.
Now he has 
a pot belly.

My dad is fast,
or he used to be.
Now he trails 
just behind me.

My dad is tall,
or he used to be.
Now he is only 
as tall as me.

My dad is handsome,
or he used to be.
Now his face 
is all wrinkly.

Despite all of this,
my dad, to me,
is the best dad
a dad could be.

Written by Ryley Booth  14 years old...

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My words are in
verses;
My inscriptions are
in sentences;
All are a shout
against walls;
It just bounces
back;
Yet I wait for the
sun’s face;
I am in the
half-dark
loneliness.
Solitude is the same
everywhere,
the pale face of the
winter-sun
behind the mist
curtain
Strong bricks of an
old prison that
doesn’t
Permit any flora or
birthdays.
Solitude is a dumb
hag,
Wrinkly orphan.

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI...

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Who is it I see
In the mirror today?
Who is that lady
With hair of gray?

Who is that woman
With wrinkly skin
And brownish spots
And a double chin?

It’s surely not I –
It must be a joke!
Perhaps I’ve dreamt
And haven’t awoke!

For I look young
And smooth of skin.
I’m clear of eye
And certainly thin!

So who’s that lady
Whose image I see?
Of one thing I’m certain –
It isn’t me!...

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She stares at me
with her dark coal like eyes.
She touches me
with her wrinkly hands.

Her nails are at point
as she cast her spell.
She whispers evil words
to tell me im dead.

This witch's heart is cold.
Her mind is exposed.
Death is her best friend.
Life is her enemy.

This witch's heart is black.
Cold and dusty like a shack.
Never mess with a witch's heart,
or a spell is cast upon your soul....

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I'm the smoothest cat in town
No fur, no fleas just peachy down.
I wear my wrinkly skin with pride
For I’m unique and dignified.
I am a Sphynx cat breed mutation,
A furless, feline aberration,
It’s who I am and I don’t care
If my appearance makes you stare.
For I’m at home in my loose skin 
And beauty comes from deep within.
My mistress loves me, I love her;
I warm her lap, she makes me purr!


Tania Kitchen Cat Contest

09/08/18...

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Lingering love
Hung on a telephone line
Promises and Moments
Swing like sneakers
Superfluously hanging after the winter

You have been misplaced
Nothing is known
Fate and her heavy fists
have crushed  
Taken unmercifully
Leaving life’s taste bland
Like bathwater
I can’t find a comfortable towel
So I sit in here searching
Drenched in my wrinkly soul 

Longing for a vibration 
To feel our existence
Provide an alternative 
To this emotion
I miss you...

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black, white, gray, tall, wrinkly, short
Money, broke, bank, racquetball court.
Sandal, beach, woodpecker’s bird call, 
Flower, plant, winter, spring, autumn, fall.

I am toying with words, waiting for a poem to surface.
Word association is the way I put my brain on notice.
Red, green, yellow, silver, gold, periwinkle blue.
Owl, hawk, rooster, ugly chickens too
Ankle, knee, joints, wood tick, feather, deer
Word association is okay, but a poem is not yet here....

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